Chapter one:

Sleep, some dream, some do not. Some witness unimaginable worlds, some just wake once the alarm goes off. For me, all eight hours of this period of rest, down to the second, is spend waiting. I feel I wait for something much more important than morning.

I can count the seconds until morning, I often tell myself to wake right when it goes off with a simple, "Wake up Dipper," As my eyes flutter open, the alarm goes off and my Happy-go-lucky sister Mabel hits it exactly two minutes after it starts beeping like an alarm clock doing its job.

Things have been off the past couple of summers to Gravity Falls. Every night I spend in a triangular shaped room that painfully reminds me of a certain dream demon. But there aren't many people I can speak to on the topic since Never-mind-all-that was passed.

Gravity Falls wasn't by any means the place to visit. The main attractions were weird, as most people know. Residing in the Mystery Shack with my Gruncles Stan and Ford and the current Man of Mystery Soos, not to mention Mabel, I would know.

After telling myself to wake up, I open my eyes and wish I hadn't. The sun was shining right in my eyes in an attempt to blind me, as I cover my eyes; I hear the 'thunk' of Mabel throwing darts at balloons filled with paint. I gaze over and see her standing against the wall, she looks at me and smiles her good morning. I smile back as I get up and close the blinds.

"You've been up long?" I asked as I pulled a shirt on.

"only long enough to think of this amazing art thingmabob broseph!" she half screams as she throws her last dart at the board, splattering paint across two different canvases. One had the balloons pinned to them, the other attempts to catch paint as it is splattered to the tarp covered floor.

I walked the short distance to the door from my bed in the attic and left the room as Mabel gathered the darts to have another throwing session. I made my way to the bathroom and splashed my face with water.

I then made my way downstairs to check my cellphone. One of the few texts read 'From: Wendy'. Wendy was one of my best friends from Gravity Falls that I knew from our first visit when we were twelve verging on thirteen.

Wendy's text read, "Hey Dipper! I know its your first day back to the Falls, but we should hang out soon! if you had any plans make sure to change them!"

I respond to her with "I'll pick you up at the normal spot by noon?" After that I set the phone down and walked to the refrigerator after grabbing a cup to get some Mabel-juice, apart from glitter and mini dinosaurs, it was pretty much pure energy. I have yet to acquire a taste for coffee.

Before I could begin to pour, I heard my phone buzz twice. I stood there deciding whether to go to the phone, or poor myself some juice. I ended up pouring the juice as I walked to the little phone. The texts read "Sure!" which made me think of how alike we were.

I told Mabel what I was doing and where I'd be, she smiled knowingly as she splattered more paint onto her canvas.

"You know Dip, you don't have to tell me when you're going to spend time with your girlfriend!"

I quickly turn to leave as my face turns an impossible shade of red. But I was to late.

"Aww, your face is just like her hair!"

Nope, no reason to argue. Everyone knew it, but it was still quite embarrassing how somehow, everyone knew about Wendy and my relationship. That's a story for another time.

The early noonish air smelled of life and a mixture of nature and Gravity Falls's unique aroma. People seemed to be walking and enjoying the good weather. The weather was nice and warm, just like every other summer day.

As I pull up to the dirt road to wait for Wendy, something catches my eye. Something that shouldn't be at all possible. Something that haunts my dreamless sleep. Something Triangular and yellow.

It seemed to float swiftly as it crossed the dirt road in the corner of my eye.

I know it's stupid, that if possible, I shouldn't investigate alone. Not if it was really him.

But I do. I step out of my vehicle and slowly make my way to the bush I saw, it hide behind. I feel fear edging at the corners of my mind as I recall his mocking laugh.

I can already hear him laughing calling me Pinetree. And asking me where old Fordsy was hiding now.

I push such thoughts from my mind and get ready to face my foe. I slowly move aside the brush he was hiding behind,

I let out a scream of anger and disbelief,

"Dammit Jeff!"