Author's Note:Since this is how I see Gravity Falls in two years, I decided to make some changes to the characters. Candy is a lesbian, since I kinda got that vibe from her towards the series end, so don't hate. Mabel is a decent artist instead a child artist, using both laptop and paper, so it's whatever I can get pictures for as of now. Finally, Pacifica is kinda a hooker, trying to make her own money instead of living off her parents. Since that's it, enjoy ^^

WARNING:ADULT RATED MATERIAL AHEAD!CHILDREN,SHEILD YOUR EYES! Mostly just Mabel changing clothes and "graphic" pictures sent by Pacifica, but still, just a fair this bothers you, ask Bill to rewrite it for you, or just skip the second paragraph.

Mabel had closed the door behind her as she entered the shack, having spent the last few hours with Grenda and Candy at the Pines Mall, practicing their pick-up lines on guys, well, girls for Candy. Mabel was still shocked at that one, but she loved her nonetheless. After she said her good-byes and entered the shack, she sighed due to fatigue and sluggishly made her way up to her attic bedroom and closed the door behind her. She was exhausted, she kicked off her shoes and yanked off her socks, before walking and sitting on her bed. She flopped onto her back and yawned, she was ready for bed, definitely. She groaned as she sat up, knowing she had to change.

She simply grabbed a violet nightgown and began to strip, yanking her sweater off her torso to reveal her decently developed breasts, confined in a dark black PINK bra from Victoria's Secret. She smiled as she bounced them a few times, muttering "Jiggle, Jiggle, Jiggle.' as she watched them move. After she was done with that little 'game' she pulled off her sweatpants, revealing a slightly brighter black pair of panties, that happened to compliment her curves quite nicely. She then began to pretend to play bongos on her ass, before straightening up and pulling the nightgown over herself, then flopped back onto the bed.

Mabel sighed as she looked at the ceiling, her thoughts slowly drifting back to Gideon...and the new boy. She couldn't stop thinking of those two, no matter how hard she tried. "Why!?" She shouted into her pillow and kicked her feet into her mattress. She sat up and, out of recent habit, began to talk to herself. "Why can't I get them out of my head?! I mean, Gideon is..was, a complete creep! But now he's...kinda cute? I don't know...and that Tucker guy was...mysterious." That was the best she could think off before her third yawn indicated it was time to hit the hay, she drew back the covers and laid her head down, closing her eyes and quickly falling asleep.

Tucker arrived at the Pines Mall around nine o'clock, he was an hour early from when he told lil' G to show up. He sighed and sat on his motorcycle, looking at the dim lights inside the mall; it was still open until eleven, but that didn't mean he wanted to go inside. He hated people. Well, hate was too strong a word, he disliked people. He just never wanted to be around too many people for too long a time, at least, people that could annoy him. He took a look at his phone and noticed he had received a message from Pacifica, he groaned audibly as he opened the message,

Pacifica:Heyy ;)

Tucker:Wut?

Pacifica:I'm lonely...wanna come over?

Tucker:I'm busy...look, I get you need the money, but I really am busy, maybe later?

Pacifica:gr8, ttyl.

Tucker:ttyl

Tucker then slipped his phone into his pocket and stepped off the motorcycle, he disliked people, but he HATED being uncomfortable; so he reluctantly decided to walk around the mall. As he entered the automatic doors, he knew instantly he stood out like a sore thumb,he was shrouded in a leather biker jacket, a skin tight black T-shirt, and black jeans, along with leather boots. Even the goth teens gave him a distasteful look, causing him to flush in embarrassment as he speed walked to a nearby clothing store. He hated being stared at by a group of people, especially when it was because he didn't fit in. He didn't bother to read the sign as he rushed into the store, which he noticed was basically a Hot Topic. He just grabbed a pair of blue jeans, a white dress shirt,a black vest, and red sneakers, and rushed into a changing room, slowly trying different combinations of the store clothes and his own; it was times like this he wished he actually had a place to live, so he could at least keep more than one or two sets of clothes.

After a bit of mix-and-matching, he walked out wearing the white dress shirt, the black vest, the blue jeans and red sneakers. He had his boots, jacket and the black skin tight shirt in the bag, which he brought to the counter and purchased before attempting to leave, mostly out of habit than anything else.

"Tucker?" asked an employee, who had purple dyed hair and black lipstick, as she saw the teen about to leave. He froze and turned around slowly, looking over to the girl and walking over to her.

"I swear I paid for these." He replied, his fists tightening out of habit, he usually fought his way out of situations like this, mostly fighting fat security guards

"No, it's not that. Somebody dropped off something for you, they gave a description of you, so I figured you're the guy." She replied as she lifted a large, bulky wrapped bundle and set it on the counter for him, Tucker reluctantly grabbed the parcel and nodded a thanks before exiting the store. He threw his gaze down as he started to walk over to a bench, who the hell knew he was here? Gideon? No, why wouldn't he give this to him himself? Tucker plopped down on the bench, and slowly began to unwrap the bulky package on his lap. He was surprised and..quite puzzled to find what appeared to be three journals, seemingly having been burnt and then having undergone a restoration attempt. Each book had a golden hand, six fingers instead of five, and numbers 1 through 3 written on the hands.

"What the hell?" He asked aloud as he flipped open the one on top, Number 3. It seemed to be depicting a bunch of weird creatures, with messy scrawl covering the each page with multiple notes. He found a sketch of the floating cliffs above the town, with the note "Not naturally occurring?" written in somewhat sloppy handwriting. He raised an eyebrow, who the hell would give him three books chock full of conspiracy theories? He debated whether or not to toss them in a nearby trash can, when his phone went off again, this time is was Gideon calling, he slid his finger across the screen to answer him.

"What's up Lil' G?" He asked as he put the books beside him.

"Tucker, Dipper just told me ya needed my help, what's up?" Gideon asked as the sound of a engine starting filled the background.

"Just get down here, plans changed, I got something you might wanna see." He replied as he put his open hand atop the book stack, maybe Gideon would know about these.

"What is it?" He asked as the sound of gravel crunching under his tires interrupted the background noise.

"Just get down here." He said, a small tinge of annoyance in his voice. Gideon replied that he'd be there in a bit, and hung up. Tucker sighed as he looked towards the door, then threw the journals into his bag of clothes. He got up and started to pace by the front doors, causing them to open everytime he got within close proximity to them, which happened to be every few minutes.