1.
Dipper Pines stretched and yawned, blinking open tired eyes. It was the start of his second day in Gravity Falls, Oregon, and it was every bit as horrifying as you might think. He was exhausted from being kept awake all night from the sounds of distant howling and strange dreams. Dipper could hardly remember the dreams, but they had left him with a lingering feeling of dread- or pehaps excitement.
He pulled himself miserably out of bed, glancing at his sister's side of the room. Empty. She must already be downstairs.
Dipper grabbed his vest and brown and white cap, heading out of the room and down the steps towards the kitchen.
Sitting, the boy put his head on the table, trying desperately to wake up fully and tune in to the conversation Mabel and his great uncle Stan were having. Apparently, it was to no avail, as his eyes slowly slid closed.
Visions of blue flames flickered in his mind. A flash of yellow; a never ending expanse of stars; high pitched laughter-
A rough hand startled him from his doze. He jerked up in his seat, looking around frantically.
"Yeesh, kid, calm down. I just woke ya up to tell you that the Shack's openin' in fifteen minutes. Finish gettin ready. Your sister's waiting for ya."
"Um, right." Dipper replied, watching the old man shuffle out of the kitchen.
"Right," he repeated, adjusting his hat, shaking the feeling of stardust and ashes out of his head, and headed for the gift shop.
A/N:hopefully this will be the shortest chapter of the story. I just had to establish some things in this one.