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Back to Normal?


The walls…

The walls were closing in…

Dipper was running. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, before reaching yet another dead end…

The walls burst to flames…

The floor shattered…

Dipper was freefalling…

And right in front of him was a creature as tall as a skyscraper and as cruel as fate itself…

Bill Cipher…

Dipper found that he couldnt shut his eyes or cover his ears as Bill got right up to his face and released the most taunting, cruel, terror inducing…

"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-


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-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" hollered Waddles, right in front of Dipper's very-much-awake face.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA!" yelped Dipper in absolute alarm.

"Morning Dipper! Starting the day off with a screaming contest?" asked Mabel. "Because if so, I would like to have it postponed until I have a glass of Mabel Juice flowing through my system," she finished, patting her tummy for effect. "Then, I will accept your challenge."

"Couldn't you have woken me up in a less… eardrum-piercing kind of way?" complained Dipper, rubbing his head and scrunching his eyes from the bright light of the sun.

"Whaaaaaaaaat?" asked Mabel, holding the word out like a game buzzer. "Is Mr. Dipper accusing Ms. Mabel of waking him up?"

"Yes Mabel, that's exactly what he's doing," said Dipper, folding his arms and pouting. "Waddles would never do that without you telling him to. He's always been content to just lick my face until I'm awake. And don't get me started on the time he headbutted me in the face when I was napping on the couch."

"Oh believe me," said Mabel, playfully smug, "I wasn't going to say a word about it. But you haaaaaad to bring it up again, didn't you?"

"I have video proof!" shouted Dipper, immediately rummaging through his backpack. "Just as soon! As I find! That stupid! Little!-"

"Ohhhhhhh are you talking about the camera I'm about to throw out the window?" joked the older twin, jiggling the digital camera like it was a set of sleigh bells.

"MABEL!" yelped Dipper. "Give that back!"

"Allriiiiight allriiiiight, hold your horseshoes!" giggled Mabel, giving back the camera. "Last time you were this uptight, it was because you dreamed about-"

Mabel suddenly noticed the amount of sweat on Dipper's brow, as well as how pale he looked, and how pinpointed his eyes were.

"Oh," stated Mabel, matter-of-factly. "Bill-Face?"

"Bill-Face," answered a miserable Dipper, holding his head in his hands in shame.

"Heyyyyy cheer up, buddy-chum-bro-bro," said Mabel, gently elbowing her brother. "He's gone, we aren't, and its winter! And you know what comes with winter, riiiiggghhht?"

Despite his state of patheticness, Dipper couldnt help but smile, knowing exactly what she was going to say.

"Oh gee Mabel," said Dipper, playing along. "You couldn't possibly mean-"

Dipper and Mabel were suddenly very aware that where they were may not be the best place to shout. So instead they balled their fists up Tyler-Cutebiker style and fiercely whispered:

"ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇ sɴᴏᴡʙᴀʟʟ ʙᴀsʜ ғᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴡᴇʟᴏsᴛᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ-ᴛᴇᴇɴ!"

And then they screamed anyways.


Before they knew it, Dipper and Mabel were pressing their noses against the window, squealing with delight at the giant sign that read:

WELCOME TO GRAVITY FALLS!

"WE'REHEREWE'REHEREWE'REHEREWE'REHEEEEEEERRREEE!" squealed Mabel, jumping up and down, holding Waddles as tightly as she could.

Dipper quickly settled her down, and began walking in circles and using his fingers to count out a list. "Okay! Grunkle Stan is sure to be waiting for us at the bus stop. What's the state of the grass?"

"Covered with snow as white as my sparkling teeth!" answered Mabel, turning back from the window with a pearly white grin to prove her point.

"Status of Waddles?" asked Dipper.

"Fastened!" answered Mabel, a snort from Waddles seconding the motion.

"Cushions packed all around the outermost lair of luggage?"

"Uh huh!" said Mabel, patting the luggage. "No bones are getting broken today!"

At that answer, Dipper stopped pacing and put his hands down. "Well I think that's everything!"

"Then Operation Hug is clear for deployment?" asked Mabel, barely holding in her excitement.

Dipper grinned and picked up his luggage. "Operation Hug is clear for deployment, Mabel."


"GRUNKLE STAAAAAAAAAAN!"

"SWEET HOLY MUSTARD- OOF!"

The bus door hadn't even been open for even a full second, before Stan saw what could only be described as two blurs of pink and brown knocking the wind (and almost his dentures) out of him as he hit and skidded into the soft snow.

"You two are as infuriating as ever and I'm already questioning why I agreed to allow this torture to happen to me for the next month…" wheezed Stanley.

"WE MISSED YOU TOO, GRUNKLE STAN!" yelled Mabel in utter joy.

"Since Day One!" added Dipper, a bright smile lighting up his face

"Yeah yeah that's great and all, but could you guys get off of your Great Uncle Stan before he freezes to death in the snow?" mumbled Stanley, smiling nonetheless.

"Oh! Sorry!" said the twins, bouncing off of Stan and making him wheeze again. Mabel was quick to hoist Stanley back up, while Dipper brushed off all the snow that was stuck to Stan's winter garments.

"So, would you say Operation Hug was a success?" Mabel asked Dipper as the trio began to walk towards the Mystery Shack.

"Meh, I'd give it a four out of five," answered Dipper, thinking out loud. "We did forget to consider the relationship of variables of age vs impact-of-two-fast-moving-objects."

"If you two are trying to speak in code so that I won't understand what you're saying," said Stan, butting into the conversation, "it's not gonna work. Seems like my family is constantly forgetting who was responsible for fixing a machine, designed by a genius, that opens a portal to another realm!"

"We just thought that if we coined up a name for our strategic pounce hug, you wouldn't be as mad at us," added Dipper.

"It makes total sense!" added Mabel.

"Ah, no!" shouted Stan in false agony. "The high school isn't turning you two into pompous freaks! It's turning you two into NERDY GEEKS!

"Oooooh I'm gonna add that to my Rhyme Diary!" chirped Mabel, digging into her backpack.

"Would you think any different of us if we were nerdy geeks, Grunkle Stan?" asked Dipper, secretly worried.

"Of COURSE not!" laughed Stan, taking off the child's lumberjack cap to ruffle up his hair. "Why don't you give your Grunkle Stan some credit once in a while, kid!?"

Dipper giggled, playfully swatting away the old man's surprisingly bulky hand, the trio getting very close to the main entrance to the Mystery Shack.

"Yeah I guess I don't give you enough credit as I should, especially after all that you've done for Mabel and I," said Dipper in thanks. "I know I've said it several times by now, but I'm sorry I never trusted you during those final moments of your attempt to rescue Grunkle Ford."

"Hey I understand. A lot of the evidence you found seemed to suggest that I was planning something horribly evil. I should've known you two would try to chase the answer down instead of running away from it," said Stan, scratching the back of his head in semi-shame.

At this point, the Pines trio was climbing the steps to the entrance of the Gift Shop. Mabel was wearing the biggest grin she could muster.

"But hey, now that you two have enough experience living with me," said Stanley, fishing for his keys, "you should know that I have nothing else left to hide from you kids!"

CRAAAASSSSHHHHH!

"OH GOD I CAN'T LET THE KIDS SEE THIS!" shouted Stan, abandoning his search for the keys to revert to pounding on the door instead. "OPEN UP THIS DOOR! OPEN IT!"

Dipper and Mabel swapped awkward glances at each other before returning their focus to Stan, who was currently hollering alternatives-to-curse-words at an inanimate wooden rectangle.

"Grunkle Stan…" said Dipper, his senses of accusation rising. "What's going on?"

"Have you tried saying that one word that we practiced for two weeks over the Summer?!" Mabel called out to Stan, not noticing Dippers discomfort with the new situation.

"WHAT?!" barked Stan, before fully processing what Mabel was referring to. "Oh… ugh… that."

Stanley returned his attention to the door. "Ahem… OPEN UP THIS STUPID WOODEN SLAB!"

Dipper and Mabel cringed, fearing the worst.

"please," coughed Stan.

The doorknob shifted.

Dipper and Mabel huddled close to Stan, readying their luggage for defense.

The door opened to reveal…

A young child. A young child with a blue and purple striped sweater. They were short, had tan skin, donned a messy bob cut, and wore a familiarly stoic expression.

The Twins were rooted to the wooden floorboards.

"Frisk Dreemurr?!" shouted Dipper, helplessly unable to lower his voice in the current situation.

"Frisk Dreemurr…" whispered Mabel, in complete awe of the child she had given the status of celebrity in her own head.

A ghost of a smile crossed the face of the young Frisk.

"How's it hangin'?" asked the child.

"Kid, you're way too young to be sayin' that stuff. That's old-man language." grumbled Stanley Pines.

Clearing his throat, Stanley continued. "Kids, meet the apparent savior of monster kind. Apparent savior of monster kind, meet the kids," said Stan, gesturing accordingly.

"Dipper and Mabel?" guessed Frisk, speaking to the twins.

"Th-That's us," stuttered Dipper.

"I saw you in a neeewspapeeeer…" whispered Mabel.

The new child grew a gentle smile on their face. "Stanley told me you two were going to be here for all of winter break?"

"Yes…" said Dipper, growing suspicious, darting his eyes about at nothing in particular. "Why? Why is… isthatnotthecaseanymore? Or something…?"

"Oh for pity's sake, let me back in my house!" snapped Stan. "It's cold out here, and I don't wanna have to be sending two life sized ice sculptures to bed when the sun goes down!"

"Right, sorry sir," replied Frisk, opening the door all the way and allowing the Pines family back inside.


The first thing Dipper noticed, unsettled him to say the least.

"UNDEAD SKELETON!" he shrieked, searching the gift shop for a mounted axe.

"HEY! I SAID NO TOUCHING THE MERCHANDISE!" roared Stan.

"Why is it wearing clothes?" was all Mabel had to say.

But Frisk didn't answer. They were starting to worry about Stan and Dipper, who were both aggressively heading towards the skeleton's direction.

"YOU ALMOST TRASHED MY SUPPLY OF GLASS SHARDS- shoot- ICICLES!" hollered Stanley, getting dangerously close,while Dipper was following behind with what appeared to be a stick. "HEY!" continued Stan, "I'M TALKING TO YOU, NO EYES! PUT DOWN THAT SNOWGLOBE!

Frisk immediately threw themself between the two aggressive Pines members and the skeleton.

"It would be much easier to just speak to him!" chided Frisk, earning themself a look of confusion from Dipper and Stan.

"Papyrus, please put the snowglobe down," said Frisk to the Skeleton. "If it breaks, Mr. Stan might tell us to leave, and we don't want to leave yet."

The Skeleton, apparently named Papyrus, halted his shaking of the round object to look at Frisk.

"AAAH YEEEEEEESSSSS! SHOWING COURTESY, EVEN AS A GUEST! YOU'RE ALWAYS FULL OF SMART IDEAS, HUMAN!" shouted Papyrus, with a voice that immediately reminded the twins of Quentin Trembley.

"It talks?!" said Dipper, flabbergasted.

Frisk glared at the younger twin sibling. "HE does talk. And luckily, he is never aware when someone is being rude to him. I would like him to stay that way, so stop being mean to him. And don't be mean to any of the other monsters."

Dipper was beginning to not like this Frisk, savior or not. Excuuuuusse him for wanting to protect his family. Sure, everyone just had to make Dipper the bad guy. No. Matter. What.

"WELL SINCE IT IS IN MY NATURE TO STRIVE TO BE THE BEST AT EVERYTHING, INCLUDING GUEST ETIQUETTE," announced Papyrus, "I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL GENTLY PUT THIS ENTICING 'SNOWGLOBE' BACK ON THE SHELF, AND REVERT TO SIMPLY EXAMINING ALL THESE INTRICATE OBJECTS!"

"Thank you, Papyrus," said Frisk, as the skeleton placed the delicate knick-knack back.

"Oh," said Stanley in a blunt tone. "I guess its just that simple, huh? Hey, why don't I try that on my cell mates next time I find myself in jail? I bet it'll work reeeeaaallll well."

"Of course it won't," answered Frisk. "Not unless you befriend them first."

"Well how do you befriend someone who's trying to kill you?" asked Dipper, in an attempt to challenge the kid.

"Flirting usually works," answered Frisk.

The Pines trio burst out laughing. Frisk did not understand why the trio found their honest answer to be funny.

"I'm so sorry, Frisk," said Mabel, joining in on the conversation while Papyrus left the humans so he could gaze at the fabrics.

"Sorry for what?" replied Frisk.

"Let's just say you don't look like much for flirt material," continued Mabel. "Adorable material? Absolutely! Flirt material? Ehhhhhhhhhhhh."

Frisk ignored a voice in their head telling them they should feel insulted.

"Mostly it's because of your face," analyzed Mabel. "I cant take you seriously at all with that serious expression of yours. Weird, right?"

Mabel giggled while Frisk remained silent.

"Are you implying that the squinting of my eyes don't help me see well?" asked Frisk.

"I never said that," confessed Mabel. "Though now I'm curious. Do you wear glasses?"

"No."

"Do you want glasses?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"That doesn't matter. But in the future, one of them will be holding up a diamond ring, and our names will be on it."

Mabel's eyes popped, her face becoming as red as Wendy's hair.

"Oh dearie me this kid is good," said the stunned girl.

"Wow, this child is gifted. If I was still running this place, I would totally be using this to my advantage. 'Behold, the World's Youngest Sweet-Talker,'" Stan thought out loud.

"Where are the brass knuckles?" muttered Dipper to himself.

"Wooaaaahh ease up there champ," said a women's voice from behind Dipper. "No reason to get up in arms over a little charm. Pfft, forgive the rhyme."

Dipper turned around to see someone he had been wanting to see since Mrs. Pines shared the news. She had long red hair, a green-checkered long-sleeve button-down shirt, worn out jeans, dirty work boots, and a white and blue cap, with a label shaped like a pine tree.

"Wendy!" Dipper shouted with joy.

"The one and only!" replied Wendy Corduroy. "Get over here so I can mess up your hair!"

"You come over here so I can steal back that cap!" joyfully bantered Dipper.

The two friends hugged it out, playfully calling names and gently roughhousing. Eventually hats were traded, and Dipper was reunited with the cap that gave him the name Pine Tree.

Pine Tree…-

None of that! Nope! thought Dipper. I'm home, he's gone, and that's all that matters!

Home. That was a nice way to put it. Even with this new kid Frisk, along with who knows how many monsters are living under this roof, Dipper and Mabel… were Home.

"Anyways, I've come to deliver the goods," said Wendy, turning around to heft up a decently sized box.

"What's in it?" asked Dipper.

"Just a bunch of directional signs," said Stan, taking the box from Wendy. "The same ones I had you carry around during your first week! Wasn't that the time your arm spelled out BEWARB?"

"Yeeeaahhhh it waaassss, thanks for bringing that up, Grunkle Stan…" said Dipper, feeling embarrassed because he remembered Wendy was there too. He subconsciously began rubbing his left arm. "Soooooooo why do you need them?"

"Soos is taking Old Man Stan's job one step further, by keeping the shop open during winter break," explained Wendy. "I don't mind, business is usually slow after Christmas, so I don't feel too stressed out."

"Because of that," explained Stan, "Soos wanted to have the signs fit the theme of winter, instead of summer. I dunno how he managed to get this white wood. I was convinced he painted them, but he would just laugh."

"You expect the dude to share all his secrets?" asked a smug Wendy.

"Well yeah! I was boss before him, and I shared with him all of my secrets!"

"Oh really? Mr. Stanford?" reminded Wendy.

"Oh. Yeah. Nevermind. I plead Guilty," admitted Stan in defeat. "Hey Dipper! Hows about you give Grunkle Stan a hand with mounting these signs up? Like old times!"

"Waitwaitwaitwait," said Dipper, realization dawning on him, a smirk beginning develop. "Are you seriously taking orders from Soos?! Myyyyy how the tables have turned!"

"You keep that attitude up," threatened Stan, "and I'll have you doing this by yourself with a can of Pitt Cola lodged down your throat."

"Yeah! Sure! I'll join ya!" blurted Dipper, nervously laughing. But then he looked over to Frisk and Mabel… conversing.

"Hey," said Wendy, noticing Dipper's shift in attitude. "If it makes ya feel better, I'll keep an eye on these two while you're running your quick little errand."

"Thanks Wendy," said Dipper with a warm smile.

As Stan and Dipper were about to head out, Dipper and Frisk made eye contact with each other.

Dipper stuck out two fingers, pointed them to his eyes, then pointed them to Frisk.

Frisk pointed to themself, then switched it into an O.K. sign.

With the silent conversation over, Dipper left the shack.


"Ugh! Stupid Dipper! Stupid, Stupid Dipper!" Dipper cursed to himself as he mounted his sixth sign onto a tree.

"What's eating away at ya, kiddo?" asked Stan, already up to his twentieth sign.

"It's Frisk!" answered Dipper in frustration.

"Really?" said Stan in surprise. "Jeez kid come on, I had this whole joke set up about monsters eating you, and you go and tell me that monsters aren't the problem and instead it's the eleven year old child?"

"I feel so stupid!" continued Dipper, ignoring Stan's bewilderment. "I told Mabel to talk to them, and it turns out the kid is a master of flirtation?! At eleven years old?!"

"That's what you're concerned about?" said Stanley. "Kid, I've seen you do calculus equations at twelve years old."

"What good does that prove? Great Uncle Ford was probably doing the same thing at a similar age! And yet, Frisk is a flirt master, at eleven, and exceeds extraordinarily at it, compared to you, a man who is in his Sixties! I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW NOBODY FINDS THIS KID CREEPY!"

"You're just being paranoid," said Stan, readying hammer and nail on tree number twenty one. "Give the kid a couple days and I'm, sure you'll realize that there's nothing to worry about." He began to bring the hammer down. "Besides-"

CLAAAAAANNNNNNNGGGGGG!

"What in the world…?" asked Stan. "Is this tree trunk made of titanium or something?"

"I know that sound…" said Dipper. "Grunkle Stan, I'd like to introduce you to the hiding spot of Journal Number Three."

"So this is where it all started for you, huh?" said Stan. "Alright, kid. Enlighten me."

"Observe," said Dipper, finding the crease of the fake tree trunk and opening it.

"Wow," pondered Stan. "Thirty plus years, and my brother is still surprising me with his ideas."

"And now I just tap this little fellow right here," Dipper spoke as he switched the appropriate lever, "And watch the ground for snow to shift."

Sure enough, to Dipper's left and Stan's right, a mound of snow shifted and sank.

"And there ya have it!" concluded Dipper, marching over to the snow dent. "The secret compartment for Grunkle Ford's Third Journal! Just let me scoop up the snow."

Dipper began digging up the snow, and eventually dug up enough to reveal-

another journal.

"What the…?" Dipper quietly asked, lifting up the new book. It looked shabby, had a black cover, and lacked a six fingered hand for a symbol.

"Wow, that's quite the weird find, Dipper," said Stan. "Certainly doesn't belong to Stanford, that's for sure."

"How did somebody else find the secret compartment?" asked Dipper. "Strange…"

"Welp, you found buried treasure in the shape of another book," joked Stan. "Seems the universe believes you are destined to be as geeky as my own brother. Go on and keep it! Finders Keepers, right?"

"I dunno…" said Dipper, scratching his head. "I guess the least I could do is read it."

Dipper turned the cover page. Like Stanford's writing, it was pretty messy. The youngest Pine member squinted slightly and began to read aloud…


i had feared the worst, and it would seem that those fears have come true.

i have been told that there was a time when gravity falls was known for the strange and unusual. that is, before something, someone, somehow ended whatever was causing these claims, allowing gravity falls to become like the rest of oregon: normal. boring. safe. of course, nobody in this stinking town will say anything in detail. something about never mind all that. if they knew the truth, if they would've just listened, they wouldn't dare keep their secrets locked away.

gravity falls is not normal. gravity falls is not safe. not anymore.

i see the signs everywhere. things ive never seen before, and monsters that aren't from the underground. i see ships in the sky disappear with a single blink. i see the shadows of monsters perched in the trees all over the town, leaping from place to place at night. i even see a faint glimpse of death himself, making his nightly rounds.

but knowing the signs doesn't matter. what does matter is that i know what is causing the signs.

this is all happening because of a time flux. and i know exactly who is causing it.

i must keep their name a mystery, just as i shall do with my name as the author of this journal. all that matters is that knowing the identity of the one responsible for the time flux fills me with such sadness and anger that i cannot reveal my findings to anyone.

but, i believe i have a plan to stop this. i've heard about a spot that is unstable the most, and it happens to be the same place that holds the key to my victory. if i wish to end the time flux, my best bet would be to execute my plan in that same spot. only problem is that the key is inactive. when it begins to glow, it will be active, and i will be ready. if i can gather enough research, and if i just have a little patience, maybe everything can finally revert to a normal life. and i can return to my normal life… even if they never forgive me.

but for now, i must protect myself by writing all my unusual findings in this journal. time and space is warping more and more, so if i should begin to lose my memory, ill have this book to warn me all over again. now that i think about it, i should also make sure to make at least one extra copy. who knows what could happen in this town…

end of log.


"PFFFFFFFFFHAAAAAAAHAAAAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAA!" howled Stanley. "Wow, if that isn't a cruel joke to end all cruel jokes! I love it!"

"B-B-But what if it's real?!" panicked Dipper. "We have to warn the town!"

"Dipper, kiddo, don't tense up over what could just as well be a prank," said Stan, ruffling up the young one's hair. "I promise you, Gravity Fall's weirdness is still the usual weirdness, no new creeps. Just Gnomes, Manotaurs, and-"

"sup?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!" screamed the Pines, falling backwards in the snow.

Right in front of them was a short stout figure. It was plump, had its hands in its pockets, and was wearing pink slippers, black sweat shorts, a white undershirt, and a blue hoodie. but the most startling detail was that this figure was-

"ANOTHER UNDEAD SKELETON!" wailed Dipper, backing up as far away as he could.

"AAARRRGH!" shouted Stan in annoyance. "God BLESS it, Sans! You almost gave us both a heart attack!"

"heh. sorry, not sorry," said Sans.

"Where the heck did he even come from?!" spluttered Dipper, regaining his footing and demanding an explanation. "He was just… THERE!"

"i think you're just bein' silly, kid. can i call ya kid? that's what i'm gonna call ya."

"It's Dipper!" shouted the younger Pines member.

"You really shouldn't have told him your name, kiddo," muttered Stan.

"awww why not, gramps?" asked the weird skeleton. "is it because you don't wanna hear my jokes?"

"Saaaaaannnnns…"

"well jeez, that kinda makes me…"

"Dooooooonnnnnn't-"

"super dipperessed!"

*badum-tccchhh*

"Dipper, we're going home," demanded Stanley, taking Dipper by the hand.

"see ya back at the mystery shack!" said the skeleton, going further and further away.

"God I hate that guy's lack of guts," spat Stan.


Dipper brought out the mysterious book, after everybody had gone to bed. He examined the first log over and over.

"Gravity Falls is not safe… not anymore…" Dipper quietly read aloud, against Mabel's gentle snores. "But why…?"

"Who's the author? Who's causing the time flux? Someone with time flux effects must have had some…I dunno, time accident happen or something… who here is most likely to have experienced tha-"

He was certain that the short skeleton showed up out of nowhere…

Dipper already had a prime candidate. Now he just needed the evidence. He'd need to get up extra early to-

"Cmon Dipper. It's Winter Break! Let's both live it up a little."

"Right…" pondered Dipper, "the author said that nothing will happen for a while… not until the key glows… whatever the heck that key is… I guess I might as well enjoy the break for now."

Dipper shut off the reading lamp and whispered a "Goodnight, Mabel," earning a mumble in reply.

Dipper enjoyed a nice Bill-free dream that night.


Feel free to explore a place multiple times, even if you think you know a place inside and out. One day, you may discover something that you've never seen before.


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