Disclaimer: This chapter is requested from DannyPhantom619. I didn't expect many people checking it out, to be honest. This is just something random to do as Gravity's Fallen Angel is being worked on. But I'm glad you guys are liking it! Just like all the shorts that come out in between hiatuses, there's secrets and Easter eggs to be found.

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AGirl: She won't. She's tried.

I own Elaine, not Gravity Falls!

"Speaking"

Thinking

Edited: Sept. 3/18

First experience of the hot pink succubus? Um… can you spell awkward? A practically naked demon woman can have that effect on people. I mean, they-meaning the demons-all don't wear clothing… well, much clothing. Bill and a few of the other monsters wear hats and ties, and she has her stilettos and cape, but that's as far as it goes.

But she's more friendly than Bill, sometimes. She's pretty nice as most of his friends go. She's insulting to my species, but that went away after we hung out a few more times. Still called me fleshy though, not that I minded. I had been called worse.

She bonded with me from the start, right as I had sat down at that Nightmare Realm bar. Apparently, even though she could eat me whole without a second thought-which I had seen her do with Hectorgon in the Fearamid-she said it was nice to have another girl around. Regardless of what creature you are, female bonding is important.

"With a chest like that," I mumbled. "There's no hiding the fact that she's a girl." Bill was more confusing in what his gender was, but he seemed okay with me addressing him as a guy. I could everyone a guy, so… not much changed there.

I stopped for a moment, my mind drifting back to… that, and quickly shook my head. Fire, pain, and… such closeness to death and… "n-no. No. None of that. J-just… keep writing, Elaine. Get your mind off of that."

She was the one to tell me how much Bill-or the boss as she'd call him-watched me from his weirdness bubbles. She was the one who first introduced me to the fact Bill had a secret past that he kept to himself. All the monsters had one, apparently. From what Pyronica had mentioned during the first party, where Bill had gotten drunk and… uh… she said that they were all someone else before they ended up there. Either they turned to a life of sick enjoyment, torturing millions and destroying worlds, or they made a mistake that cost them dearly.

Pyronica was also the one who saw that Bill and I were liking each other more than friends far before we admitted our feelings. She even went and started a betting pool with some of the guys like Keyhole and Teeth! I found out about that when I returned for a visit during Stan's encounter with the hand witch, and saw Kryptos smugly accept all the drinks from the losing party.

He was hungover for a week, form what I've heard.

Cosmic sand. Why Bill had thought it was a good idea to let me try that as my first alcohol experience is beyond me. Pyronica laughed her head off while my throat was on fire on multiple levels. A rapid knocking sounded behind me, and I could hear a twin, possibly Mabel again, walk in.

"Who are you writing about now, Ellie?" I sighed, and looked at Mabel as she traveled up to me. Knew it was her. "Grunkle Stan? Grunkle Ford?" Her arms were held behind her, and her normal entrance of skipping in with a grin was downplayed to a simple smile.

"None of the above," I replied, wondering about the change. When did that happen? "I'm writing about Pyronica." Guess it's all the females I knew first? Would Kat or Wendy come next then?

"Pyron-oh!" Her face lit up. "That pink flaming monster!" Mabel blinked, and gazed at my analysis. "Why are you writing about her?"

"It's not about whether they were human or monster, good or bad, Mabel," I explained, resting my hands together on my lap. "It's about how they had affected my growth at Gravity Falls. Yeah, most of it was psychologically damaging, but still." Only Ford knew about what had happened in the Fearamid… and that's how it's gonna stay, if it could be helped. Dipper reacted horribly when he found out about my deal, almost overacted with the dimension thing, and was in a fit when I almost was declared brain dead. If he knew about the assault… yikes. Dipper and Mabel; they could never comprehend what I went through. I had to go through so many sessions of therapy until I was back to semi-normal.

"So like how I grew as a person due to Pacifica's initial harsh treatment during Pioneer Day, and me obsessing over the puppet guy during the Bipper incident?" Mabel suggested, trying to understand my explanation.

"Exactly. Also, like when Dipper made that deal with Cipher, and when he first thought it was a great idea to stay there as Ford's apprentice," I continued. Mabel shuffled at that painful reminder, the topic still sensitive to her. True, we had since made up and apologized for it, but the girl still felt guilty over handing him the rift. Was that it then? The reason for her strange change in her normal happy behavior? "You okay, kid?"

"I… I'm fine, Elaine," she said slowly, head now a little downcast. Forcing a smile as she brought it back up, she quickly hugged me and bounded back towards the door. "Have fun!" She closed my bedroom door, and I hummed in displeasure. Liar, I thought. Liar.

I needed to talk about maybe doing a joint session in the future. Mabel might fight over the idea, but storing up these emotions doesn't lead to anything good. I know, I've been there. "Make a note of that for future use…"

Note to self: talk to Dipper about taking Mabel with me to therapy.

Regardless of Pyronica's… indecent nature, and biker chick personality, she's one of my closest female friends outside of my normal group. She was the one I would talk to when I needed to rant about Bill, because Asger and Kat can't understand EVERYTHING I'm going through. She does, she resides in the same dimension as him.

Even when Bill… hurt me… she tried to comfort me, despite the fact the demonic nacho overlord looked close to either murdering her for speaking to me, or murdering me for headbutting him in the eye.

That actually… had many mixed emotions. Anger, hatred, confusion… wait. I'm still talking about Pyronica, right?

It was hard. I was trying to write about people I met, but each time, other people slipped into my examination conclusions. Perhaps… it's because there are so many stories that come to mind when I think of one specific person… or monster.

I was also getting tired, as I ran a hand through my loose hair. Their parents had gone out for a date night, leaving me to look after Dipper and Mabel. Which meant a movie marathon and 3 bags of salt and vinegar chips before I came to write tonight's entry. Plus, the case of Pitt Cola sitting half opened next to me helped keep me awake.

"Then… we'll figure out who to write late… l… later… "

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Dipper slowly opened the door to the older teen's room, and chuckled at the image that greeted him. Elaine's head was mashed against the keyboard, repeatedly pressing keys. Creeping up to her to avoid making any noise to wake her up, he moved her head to the desk, and saved and closed the document. "She can work on this tomorrow," he whispered, putting the laptop into sleep mode. "Hmmm…" Dipper paused, before reaching over to her bed and grabbed the dark blue blanket sitting folded at the end. Opening it up, he draped it around her shoulders and went back out of the room. Dipper smiled, and shook his head fondly. Some things never change. It was just like the dance Stan hosted. Even with everything that had happened to them, small things remained the same. Thank goodness for that. "Night, Elaine," he whispered, closing the door behind him.

Well, that's that!

Hope you all like this one! If you want to see a certain person, let me know. Be warned though, Bill is the last chapter I'm putting on here. Have to save the best for last.

Also had to come back when I realized that, since the ending of GFA showed a different ending than what these first few chapters are hinting at. Trust me, there's no forgiveness here with Bill.

Until next time!

Angel