Gravity Falls Fanfiction
Regret.
Chapter 1- Today's the day.
There is a day in Gravity falls that is remembered with great sadness; a day which many wished had not happened some forty five years ago. It was a day where two souls, now bitter enemies mourned the loss of a shared friend.
The day began with a memorial at the Gravity Falls town hall ,then a candle lit parade would make its way towards the woods; women and children would lead the way carrying bunches of flowers, of all different kinds of lilies , roses and daisies. The memorial would end around a sealed well, where well-wishers would throw those beautiful flowers onto the top of a plaque, simply reading 'here lays Ashlyn; the brightest star of all'.
But this year it would be different, for one resident of Gravity Falls was not attending the memorial and his name was Dipper Pines.
Dipper sat at his make shift desk, in the home of his Great Uncle Stan furiously reading over the final journal, that belonged to the author; which only a year ago he had discovered was also his Great Uncle Stan (Ford) . Dipper was so engrossed in the journal and trying to unravel the weakness of his Great Uncle's arch enemy and now his, Bill Cipher; a dream demon who looked like a Dorito. That he did not hear the heavy footsteps of Stanford Pines making his way to his study; his body slumping forwards not from his age but clearly something was bothering him. However Dipper did look up when he heard the sound of gruff sobs, the boy being only the tender age of thirteen still had not learnt that sometimes it was better to not investigate everything he heard.
Ford sat on a chair in his study, which he had only recently constructed looking at a picture in an old timber frame that rested upon his desk, he carefully removed his glasses and whipped furiously at the tears flowing from his eyes with the sleeve of his black jacket; carefully he brought the frame close, staring at the image inside; he looked as if he was about to say something when he heard his great nephews voice coming from behind him.
"Grunkle Stan?" The boy asked, almost hesitantly he knew his Grunkle's had a problem with their tempers, but 'Ford' had never shown any aggression towards him, well that is until now.
Despite his age the man lurched out of his seat angrily, spinning on his heel to glare down at Dipper "What are you doing here?" the man roared, his eyes seemed to glow with a golden hue around his pupil as his hands clenched into tight fists. It was evident, Ford didn't want Dipper there.
Dipper backed against the wall, rather a taken back and in truth frightened that his second Grunkle was so angry. It was that fear that caused Ford to thankfully snap out of his rage; he blinked a few times as he gazed to his frightened great nephew.
"Dipper, I'm sorry" he stammered, as he carefully placed the frame back down on his desk, the boy breathed a silent sigh of relief as he watched Ford calm. The golden hue had faded from his eyes. The colour always put Dipper on edge, for they were the same colour Bill's victims eyes turned when he possessed them.
"It's okay" Dipper replied his brown hair was a mess beneath his signature blue and white cap, which was slightly askew from the way he had backed against the wall.
Ford breathed a heavy sigh as he removed his jacket and slung it carefully over his chair as he gazed to his great nephew.
"I didn't see you with your sister at the memorial today" he answered in his usual gruff tone, he quickly slid on his heavily rimmed glasses as his eyes bored into his great nephew, it had upset him greatly that Dipper was not there but he assumed the boy was up to something.
Dipper looked to his great uncle with a slightly sheepish smile as his eyes glanced round the room, it was his second year in gravity falls and although he felt awful about not attending, Bill Cipher was his main concern.
"I was busy, Grunkle Stan. Something just came up" he attempted to lie, but he could already tell his very smart Grunkle knew exactly what was going on. After all Ford did investigate paranormal activities for a living.
"Like finding a way to stop Bill Cipher?" Ford asked, with a huff. He had to admit it was funny how much Dipper was like him and he had to admit there was a little bit of pride in his heart because of that.
Dipper could only nod in response as he took a seat next to his Grunkle Stan , it was then his eyes caught sight of a faded picture on his Grunkle's desk.
"Hey who is that….?" He asked in confusion, before it slowly clicked; this day was all about remembering someone, someone who had meant a lot to the whole of Gravity falls. Ashlyn; "Is that Ashlyn?" He asked before adding rather childishly "she's really hot".
Ford shot the young boy a glare before shaking his head from side to side "yes that is Ashlyn, she would have been fifty nine today… instead we're celebrating her memory" he sighed sadly as he looked to his great nephew.
Dipper felt awful, as he quickly realized that his Grunkle Stan had known this girl, he began to twiddle his thumbs awkwardly as he decided to voice his suspicions.
"You knew her didn't you?" He asked.
Ford only gave a nod of his head as he looked to Dipper, he didn't say a word just handed him the picture as he seized his coat and walked outside to think.
Dipper frowned slightly as he gazed down to the girl in the picture, her hair was a beautiful blonde almost a white hue seemed to dance towards the ends, and it was long too sweeping over the left side of her face, hiding her left eye. And danced in lazy waves down her shoulders to the middle of her chest, the one eye that was visible contrasted perfectly with her tanner skin and were the most vibrant blue Dipper had ever seen; in her hair was a pink lily one of the flowers he had placed carefully upon her memorial the previous year. Her smile was eternal, a sign of her youth, the colour of her lips were pink it was evident she was wearing makeup and the rose-gold hoop that poked out of her luscious hair, caught the sun light. Dipper blinked curiously as he looked to an inscription placed upon part of the photograph with sticky tape.
Ashlyn at the beach May 1972.
That was three years before her death, Dipper noted as he carefully placed the frame on his desk, he had a funny feeling there was more to Ashlyn than everyone was letting on and he intended to find out.
Elsewhere in the woods, where that very memorial lay, all the mourners had returned to the Town Hall to toast the dear girl who had died so many years ago. It was quiet except for a quiet hum which began to echo through the wood; it appeared to be a song of some kind. The wind began to pick up with a cold wind as a one dimensional triangle appeared, the dream demon known as Bill Cipher. His top hat was askew slightly and his eye was looking down with an almost sad glint, although it was very hard to tell the emotion of the Dorito on account of him not having an eyebrow.
As he neared the memorial a golden hue surrounded the triangle shaped demon and in his place stood a young man, he staggered slightly as the transformation had always been exhausting and drained a lot of Cipher's energy; but he found it was worth it now that he had a human form. It had surprised him when the man had given him the body so willingly only a year ago and now Bill was enjoying being human again. Despite all the weaknesses like needing to sleep, eat and drink. It had bonuses too; like being able to pay respects to an old friend.
Bill was very tall and slender in build and his skin was pale compared to his almost yellow and reddish black hair, he had grown a small goatee upon his sharp angled chin, to make himself look more masculine as his eyelashes gave him a slightly more feminine look; then he would have liked. His jacket was a pale yellow with a brick like pattern, which almost looked like the bricks from a pyramid of the ancient world. Beneath his jacket he wore a black waist coast; which had bright yellow stitching along the contours of his hips and the waistcoats pockets, beneath that was a white long sleeved shirt. His top half was finished off with a black bow tie and a black eye patch which covered his left eye. As this was where his energy had a nasty habit of leaking from and besides he was blind in it anyway; it made life more bearable, wearing it as his eye was heavily influenced by light and caused him pain if it was revealed to it. His long slender legs were covered in charcoal dress trousers which were finished off by black leather dress shoes, which had a gold accentuation around the top of the sole.
The eye that was showing was brimmed with tears as his black gloved hands shakily removed his top hat as he knelt in the soft grass. In his other hand he carried a bouquet of flowers he had picked himself; her favourite rose was among them.
"S-sorry I haven't been here for so long Ash…" Bill sighed sadly as he placed the flowers upon his friend's memorial plaque. The reverberant echo he used to speak with was now gone in his human form but his golden eyes were still unusual for a human. He quickly brought his sleeve up to catch the tears that were flowing from both of his eyes.
"You used to say flowers didn't like salt" Bill explained as he choked back a sob and sniffed. He was clearly upset about being here; the wound was clearly still very raw in his mind. This had been someone Bill had clearly cared about not a pawn in his games. He distracted himself by carefully planting the flowers, making sure that they would grow around her plaque. It was evident that he had done this every year as there were the same varieties of flowers everywhere around the memorial and if that was not odd enough; they were well cared for. None of the flowers had any signs of wilting every plant had its own little section and was given individual love and care.
With a heavy sigh, Bill rose using his walking cane to steady himself, he reached into his pocket to reveal a flask painted with his eye on it. He popped off the cap and raised it to the heavens. Before taking a long swig as he gazed back down to the memorial. He used to drink quite a lot when he had a physical form; he had loved the feeling of what alcohol did to him. But today he was using it dull the unimaginable pain which didn't want to go away.
"Happy birthday Ash" he uttered.
Bill began to walk quickly back the way he came, unable to hold back the tears which now rained from his eyes.
Despite his devastated sobs, Bill was able to make it to where he needed to be; the house of Stanford Pines….
What is Bill doing at the Pine residence? , find out in chapter two; A Grief Filled truce.
