Author's Note: This is my first story, which I am co-writing with a close friend of mine.
Warning, if you are not comfortable with Gravity Falls and are here for the Bloodborne content, this story will not satisfy you. We are basing this primarily in the Gravity Falls universe with some elements of Bloodborne. Other than that, read and review. Thank you.
"Great-uncle Ford, What is this?" questioned Dipper, as he looked at the bizarre device resting in Ford's private study.
"To be honest with you Dipper, I haven't a name for it yet." Ford mused, examining the ancient scrawls he had found in a cavern early that day. "Honestly, in all my years researching Gravity Falls, this is by far the oddest…" Ford paused. "...device that I have laid eyes upon." He looks up for the first time in half an hour and checks his watch, then his eyes widen. He looks at Dipper and proclaims "Dipper, it's midnight. Go to bed, we'll talk about this in the morning."
"Okay Great-uncle Ford. Sorry if I took up too much of your time." a small hint of guilt showing on his face for taking up too much of his uncle's time as he left.
"Don't worry about it Dipper. I really appreciate your company, don't go apologizing about nothing." Ford said as he turned back towards his work, hearing the familiar sound of the elevator door closing and the rickety lift rise back up towards the Shack.
Ford looked down at the musty book again, looking at the contents. Then back up at the dented, old bell resting in its case.
"What is this…?" Ford said aloud as he examined the foreign writing again. Then, all of a sudden, an idea came upon him. For hours he tried to reverse engineer the strange little bell, and when he made a near replica, he decided to ring it. When nothing seemed to happen, he began to think. Eventually it dawned upon him that the original bell might have special properties that he cannot recreate. He continued to examine the bell and, concluding that he had run out of options, he decided to ring it. Upon doing so he felt something leave his mind. It was a strange sensation. It felt as if something precious leave him, but couldn't put a finger on it. He just stood there for what seemed like an eternity before he put the bell back in its case and took the lift back up to the shack.
For the rest of the night, Ford had a restless sleep. The most infuriating sound haunted his sleep. He had deduced that the sound came from the bell he had rung earlier. The sound rung in his head like a soft alarm he couldn't snooze. After what seemed like hours of constant ringing, something happened. The soft ringing is his head changed, as if something was added. It was a second bell sound was going off in resonance in his mind. A soft blue light filled the room and Ford began to stir.