It's not a monster! It's… it's nothing even close to being anything scary. If you want to see scary, you should see Dipper's dirty pile of socks! Gross! But… she's a friend—my friend. She offers to wear my sweaters sometimes… but… she'd grow out of them, when there's something coming for us, you know.

"And did it ever appear to you that this thing that you're carrying could cause the city, and maybe even our country, complete annihilation? You know the government is heavily involved in this."

I know, I know! It's just… it's just so hard to let her go…

"Hand that creature over, carefully."

Wait, please! Before I do, I just want to say these words: Thank you, for being the best friend that's ever been around. Just remember…

Chapter 1: A New Face

There were several cases on strange flashes that appeared throughout the small, strange town of Gravity Falls. Those of an adult age would rather squint at such phenomenon. The younger children would have their eyes wide and, strangely yet, you'd never see so much enthrallment bubbling through their imaginative eyes. Police officers and those who work for the newscast would gather 'round on this particular night. News reporters wore grave faces, tilting their microphones over towards the bewildered civilians of Gravity Falls, Oregon. Never had they heard of news this strange; even the news reporters were taken aback. Many would excite in fright of just remembering their experiences, their voices loud and clear through the mic.

"It was…" stammered Manly Dan, his eyes were wide and swam with the memories of his witnessed experienced. "It was big… and terrifying! It had glowing red eyes and very bad breath. It just… faded away into a large fog." The burly lumberjack then puffed out his chest. "But it wasn't as manly as me!" he boasted with a brawny grin.

Fear like frost nipped at the bones of Lazy Susan. "The thing was winkin' at me," she stated in a fearful, yet thoughtful, voice.

As the bystanders hem and haw on what they had witnessed that night, four hours ago, a full moon hung in the cold night air as it watched with its unnerving gaze. As the trees rustled in some sort of eerie dance, a black shape whizzed across like a bat on the prowl.

Gravity Falls was waiting for an unexpected visit. And its visitors are waiting.

"One…two…three! I win!"

Dipper, chin in palm, furrowed his brows as Mabel won, yet, another round at checkers. The sugary twin circled her arms and kicked her feet in a cute, little dance. Dipper was the slightest of being amused. He pushed his stool back and rose to his feet, turning around.

"Okay, I'm getting kind of done with this game," he stated flatly.

Mabel stood up as well, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Aw, you're quitin' just 'cause you lost again?" She scurried over in front of Dipper's path, her eyes glowing. The extra, loose cloth of her sweater would sway with any motion she made. "Look, I'll play fair this time."

Dipper blinked, his wrists placed on his hips. "Mabel, I'm in no time for playing checkers anymore," he admitted, though half of it wasn't true. "I'm in some mood for an outside activity."

"Like what?" asked Mabel, almost instantly.

"Well…" Dipper had to ruminate on this one. There's nothing you could really do outside, either, he thought. We went fishing with Grunkle Stan three days ago, we went out with Wendy's friends to prank on these goofballs, we watched the season finale of Duck Detective, Soos and I stuffed a piñata with corndogs and watched it explode…

"Helloooo," Mabel waved her hands in front of her twin, which caught his attention. "Earth to city boy!"

Annoyed, Dipper frowned. "Never call me that ever again," he grumbled.

"I'm gonna invite Candy and Grenda over," stated Mabel, completely ignoring her brother's complaint. "You, know, having our little girls' night." She looked playfully at Dipper, poking him in the chest with a finger.

Dipper had crossed his arms. "Yeah, whatever." He secretly envied his sister's social attachment to the world. She was a people's people. But what about him? He felt that, besides Wendy's friends, he had no friends at all. He personally felt that he had his nose buried in the Three Book for his entire life, ever since he and Mabel came over from Piedmont to Gravity Falls for their summer vacation. He needed to get out more, meet new faces. But what new face had he seen so far in this strange town? Dipper let out a sigh.

Dipper went into the living room. Seeing that Grunkle Stan was not seated in the chair, Dipper sauntered over to have a seat. He reached for the TV remote and turned on the set. Immediately, the news station was on.

"Strange, glitch shadows are appearing in Gravity Falls," stated a firm, alert female voice from the television set.

Dipper flew his eyes open, more alert, as he leaned closer, prying his ears to hear more.

"Many frightened civilians have stated that these large, shadowy creatures had been lurking through the streets ever since twelve o'clock last night. Parents wouldn't believe their children when they say that they've even seen a large dinosaur. Dinosaurs are every awesome creatures and you should like them, too—wait, Herald, is this even in the script?" The news reported looked off to the side of the camera, slightly frowning, her arms propped on the table.

Dipper began rubbing his chin in curiousness. "Hmm, I wonder what those could be." He murmured to himself. A small image beside the new reporter's head was shown, displaying a rather snowy image that was barely made out. A pair of glowing red eyes and flashing white teeth could barely be seen through the black-and-white stripped fuzz.

"Our cameramen have tried taking pictures when they had the chance," continued the reporter in a more serious tone. "But strange things had been happening to their cameras; even the civilians' cellphone wouldn't work properly. But one civilian states that, as the monsters stopped appearing, their mobile devices and cameras had returned to their normal state."

Dipper blinked, rubbing his chin even more. "How interesting." He was at the edge of his seat, his feet lifted faintly off the ground. The news was interrupted by a commercial about a friendly, yellow dragon who could turn your bubble bath into a "sizzling, branding, spanking, and exciting mega fun bubbles". Dipper rolled his eyes. Honestly, some companies aren't even worth trying to advertise on TV. As Dipper turned off the TV and rose to his feet, he pulled his vest closer and adjusted his hat. Time to investigate. But a thought had struck through Dipper like lightning across butter. There he goes again. He's doing it again: going out to bury his nose deeper into those mysterious soils of the unknown.

Heaving a sigh, Dipper headed towards the first room of the shack and out through the main door. He did it all so fast, he couldn't control his footing. He scurried for the little town of Gravity Falls, where all things strange happen, but not as strange as last night.

When he rushed through the entrance to the town, he tripped over a small, stranded cardboard box. Dipper grunted and fell to the ground with a thump. He rolled over and sat up, rubbing his elbow. He laid his eyes on the box; its bottom was facing up, its lids sprawled out. The stillness of the box was what had made Dipper feel a prick of unease tumble down his left shoulder.

"Ow! That hurt!"

Dipper's eyes widened. Did that box just talk? Sure, Dipper's been through with many unbelievable things that spoke, like the Multi Bear. But a talking box was just out of the ordinary! Dipper reached out an arm, a shaky arm that would cause a feather to tremble harmoniously the slightest of ways. When the first of his fingers touched the box, the entire world went silent. It went silent for him. When was Dipper going to answer back?

Finally, after what seemed like silent hours, Dipper used both hands and lifted off the hat. His heart skipped a bit, his jaws agape.

A blue-and-white little baby creature stood on its hind legs, staring up at him with large, inquisitive eyes. Its white face was full of childlike curiosity, as if it had never seen anything like Dipper before.

Dipper looked into the creature's eyes. But for some reason, he couldn't tear away from that gaze.

The blue-and-white creature blinked a couple of times before wearing a tiny, cheesy grin. "Hello!" he exclaimed, catching Dipper by surprise.

Dipper recovered himself, staring at the baby creature in surprise. "Who are you?" he asked. "Are you lost?"

The creature hopped on its little legs; Dipper sat up on his knees. "Of course I'm not lost!" it squeaked, assuming to be a baby boy. "I'm DemiVeemon! And you are my tamer!"

Stumped, Dipper only blinked at the creature, drifted in a lost gaze.

The creature called DemiVeemon leaned up, tipping his head to the side. "Uh, are you okay?" he asked. "Got beemons in your brain?"

Now Dipper was even more confused. Beemon? Weren't they just called "bees"? As much as Dipper wanted to ruminate and battle with his own thoughts on this, he began to feel something tingle in his pockets. He looked down and noticed that something was glowing brightly, yet faintly beneath the soft gray fabric. Once the light had died out, something hard bulged from his side pocket. Dipper reached for it cautiously and pulled it out, examining what was in his hand.

"That's a digivice," announced DemiVeemon, pointing with a tiny finger. "You're going to need it in order to be my tamer." Suddenly, DemiVeemon twisted his face in starvation. "Hey, I'm kind'a hungry, pal, do you know where some digi-food is in this place?" he asked nippily, grabbing his own stomach with an unpleasant face.

Dipper didn't know why, but he soon found his own self smiling. What was this thing? Had it been lost in Gravity Falls for a long time? Does its existence tie with those strange, dark monsters that appeared on the news? And what and where had this digivice arbitrarily appear from? He had no clue. But for some intention, all he wanted to do was bring this little creature to the Mystery Shack and show him to Mabel. He highly doubt that his twin sister would ever let go of him at first glance.

Dipper rose to his feet, placing the digivice back into his pocket. "Okay," he finally said, a faint smile across his face. Who really is this guy, he asked himself as they began walking through the woods and back to the Mystery Shack. Maybe he just got lost in the woods. I would take him back to where he came from, but I want to give him some food, just so he wouldn't have to suffer going through the woods on an empty stomach. And I'll have to take him home, quick, or his mother might come looking for him. I'd want him home by the end of day. I wouldn't want him staying over at the shack for too long.

By the time that Dipper and DemiVeemon approached towards the door, Dipper heard Mabel's faint scream from the upper floor of the Mystery Shack. Feeling that something was wrong, he quickly swung the door open, storming through the shack.

"Hey, wait for me!" called out DemiVeemon.

By the time Dipper reached their room, he opened the door. "Mabel!" he exclaimed, searching the room. That was when he laid eyes on what was in the center of the room. Dipper's jaws dropped open and his eyes widened with astonishment.

Mabel was on her back, holding a pink creature up in her arms. It was nearly about the size of Mabel herself and taller than DemiVeemon. It looked down at her with a weak, adorable smile. It had a deep pink scarf and white headphones beneath a pair of long extensions that looked like erect rabbit ears. Up and up, Mabel bounced the small creature with her hands and feet, filling the room with their giggles. It didn't take long until Mabel paused and looked over and noticed Dipper standing at the threshold.

"Oh, you have one too?" she exclaimed, sitting up, with the pink creature in her lap.

The pink creature blinked its beady eyes that glistened with excitement. "DemiVeemon!" it gasped, preferably a female. "You came!"

Mabel looked down at her playmate, her gaze full of confusion and amusement. "I d'unno what you said," she chuckled. "But you are too freakin' adorable."

Dipper strode over to his twin sister, his arms out to the side. "Mabel," he said, seriously. "I've found this thing hiding out beneath a box in the town. It just appeared out of the blue. And—" he shuffled in his pocket vigorously to pull out his blue digivice. "—do you have one of these things?"

Mabel had seemed to have spaced out. She turned her upper body around and faced back towards Dipper, holding up a violet, sparkly digivice. It looked as if she had instantly bedazzled it at first glance. Dipper was glad that he was not alone with all of this. The last thing he wanted to do was keep a talking baby dragon.

"I asked what her name what," said Mabel. "But she keep saying this weird name."

"What did she say?" asked Dipper.

Mabel thought for a moment. Then she looked up with interest. "She said that she was a Digimon."

"Digimon?" echoed Dipper, wonderingly.

"Yes," piped the pink creature. "We are Digimon! I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself to you." She shifted her shy, beady gaze towards Mabel. "My name is Cutemon. What is yours?"

Dipper stared at the creature, supposedly called Cutemon. There goes that 'mon thing again. It's at the end of both of their names. What is its significance? Does it have a meaning?

Mabel had just finished giggling. "I'm Mabelmon! But I'm not as adorable and squishy as you!" she cooed, her lips puckered and cheeks puffed as she grabbed Cutemon and pulled her cheeks. Cutemon didn't seem to like it. A timid teardrop slinked down Cutemon's small face. They already seemed to be getting along quite fine.

"Hey, wherever these creatures came from," declared Dipper, "we need to return them back. Maybe they got lost in the woods or something?"

Mabel suddenly spun around, her eyes wide with wonder. "Hey, Dipper, what if Soos had one of these little cuties for himself?" she asked, her eyes getting brighter, as if imagining the possibly cute Digimon along with Soos.

But Dipper wasn't feeling the same emotion as her. "Come on, Mabel, knock it off." He then fell into a deep dive of rumination. "What is a Digimon, anyway?"

DemiVeemon quickly hopped up in front of Dipper, looking up at him playfully. "A Digimon is a short term for 'digital monster'," he responded. "We came from the Digital World. We aren't lost at all! We've found who were are looking for… and it's you." He fluttered his eyelids up at Dipper, making an imitation of puppy eyes.

"Digital World?" mused Dipper.

"Kids, I've cooked your breakfast!" The gruff voice of Grunkle Stan called from downstairs. Dipper's heart lurched and he began to panic.

"Oh, no!" he gasped. "Mabel, what if he finds out that we have them here?"

Mabel shrugged, playing with Cutemon in her lap. "I don't see what's wrong with keeping more pets here."

Cutemon became stiff. "We are not pets!" she snapped.

"I hope Waddles doesn't mind," sighed Mabel, ignoring her Digimon's protest.

Dipper sighed. "Maybe we could hide them up here?" he suggested.

Mabel rose to her feet. "Great idea!" she said. She turned to Cutemon. "I know it's not sleepy time yet, but you'll get to stay under the covers for a while."

Cutemon looked up at Mabel, unhappy. "Where are you going?" she asked shyly.

DemiVeemon met with Dipper's gaze, too. "Yeah, why leaving so soon?" he pouted.

"Don't worry," reassured Dipper. "We'll only be downstairs for a short amount of time."

As Mabel placed her Digimon beneath her bed covers, and Dipper giving DemiVeemon a friendly pat on the head, the two twins scuttled out of the door and down the stairs. Millions of questions ran through his head, like an endlessly brewing storm. Surely, with these so-called Digimon out of the way, he would return to his investigation on the recently reported shadowy monsters… No. Dipper had had too much on investigating nowadays. As much as he hated admitting it, he had to give investigating a break. He and Mabel had extra mouths to feed. Surely Soos wouldn't have one, too?

Dipper and Mabel have their first Digimon! Wonder why they're here… hmmm… XDD keep watch for more chapter updates along the way! C: And I WAS going to make Mabel's starting Digimon a Kyaromon… but its "said" digivolution stages (with its supposed rookie form to be a Kudamon) seem to not have fit "Mabel's style", but more of a cool and collected person.

EDIT/ Oh, and Moonmon WAS going to be Mabel's permanent digimon, but Cutemon had seemed to fit better. X3