Hello, again. This is my third fanfiction story! It was partially inspired by Welcome to Night Vale, and has no relation to Cipher or 1. Enjoy!-Mr-Dippingsauce
Chapter One
Dipper wandered warily through the misty landscape. He could hear voices that seemed to come from several directions at once, and noises that seemed to resonate throughout the fog. He heard a large snapping noise, and jumped back. He looked down and saw he had stepped on a twig. He became more on edge.
"Mabel?" he called out. "Grunkle Stan? Soos?" No one answered his calls.
Dipper's head turned as he heard a faint sound. He listened. What is that? He listened harder. He realized what it was: someone was letting out a high pitched laugh.
No, no, no, no, no! He thought he ran away from the laughter. But no matter what he did, it seemed to follow him, and it got louder. Dipper froze in fear. The laughing sounded like it was right next to him.
"Hello, Pine Tree."
Two arms reached out of the mist and…
Dipper rolled over and hit his head on a metal bar. He groaned. "Mabel?" he said. He sat up. "Mabel?"
Dipper's bed was not his bed. He lay on a white bed with white sheets and metal guards. The room was lit with birth white lights. He looked down the room, and saw people in similar beds.
"Am I in a hospital?"
A nurse ran over to him. "Oh good, you're up. How's your head? Do you have a headache, a fever…?"
"W-where am I?" Dipper stuttered.
"In the hospital. You had an accident while rock climbing and you hit your head pretty hard."
Rock climbing? Dipper thought. He had always hated rock climbing.
"Your dad will be here in a moment."
"My dad?"
A short, pot-bellied man, walked in, with a goatee and buzz-cut brown hair. He wore a tan windbreaker jacket and a plaid, collared shirt. In his hand he held a cowboy hat.
Dipper was pretty sure that this was not his dad.
"Hey, Sammy!" the man said. "How's your head feelin'?"
"Um, my name is Dipper, not Sammy."
The man laughed. "Must've had a bit of memory loss. Come on, Sam, you look like you don't know me?"
Dipper was still processing that apparently this guy was his dad.
"Your head feel okay."
Dipper nodded slowly.
"You think it's okay for me to take him home?" he asked the nurse.
"Well, all of his levels are stable and he says his head feels fine, so I think that it's a great idea."
` "Great," he said.
The strange man helped Dipper out of bed. His head was still racing. "Where's Mabel?" he asked. "Where's Stan?"
"Now, whatever are you talking about, boy?"
"Where's my twin sister, Mabel? And my great-uncle Stan?"
"Great uncle? I was an only child! Just like you."
Dipper may have supposedly been in a coma, but he was pretty sure that this wasn't his house. Apparently, his "dad" lived in a small cabin of the outskirts of town, which he was told was called Curiosity.
"Where in the U.S., is it?"
"Now, why would you want to know that?"
The cabin was a small, sturdy structure, consisting of several wood planks. The door was black.
The house was furnished with the kind of furniture you might find in a lodge; chairs that looked like they were just sticks that were cut off a tree, and other such forest themed things. The kitchen was furnished with a gas stove and a fridge that was probably 20 years old. Inside the fridge was a nearly empty gallon of milk, an old pizza, and some moldy cheese.
"Look son," the man, whom Dipper had figured out, was named Steve, said to him. "You, stay out of my room, you hear me?"
"Okay," Dipper said.
Steve showed Dipper his room. It was scarcely furnished, with just a small, old, desk, and a twin-sized bed with brown sheets and a white throw.
"Here it is!" he said. He stepped back. "I'm going to give some time to adjust back." He left the room and closed the door.
Dipper sat down on his bed and sighed. Was this really his life? Was what he thought his life was really just a dream he had during a coma? Was that really possible? He paced around. He remembered something. The book! He felt around in his jacket that he gotten back for the third journal. He came up empty handed.
The journal wouldn't be the only thing they took. He had asked several times for his pine tree hat, but everyone told him that he never wore a hat. That, of course, had just made Dipper more confused.
Maybe it really was all just a dream, he thought. Maybe Gravity Falls was all just a…what the?!
He had laid his head on his pillow, and could feel something under it. He threw his pillow off of his bed. Underneath him was a piece of paper folded neatly into a hexagon. Dipper unfolded and read the words written in black ink. He read three times before he finally took in what he was reading.
Hello, Dipper. You are probably very confused right now. You probably think your life is completely different than the one they tell you is yours. They will try and make you believe this. They will try to make you believe that you are Sam. Do not listen to them. They only tell lies. You must flee before they pull you under. As soon as you get this note, burn it. You are being watched.
-G.
P.S. Remember, trust no one!
Thank you for reading the first chapter of Curiosity! I hope to have more chapters up as soon as possible!-Mr-Dippingsauce