Woop woop!
That was it. I was tired of this man. Anger rose up inside of me as I clenched my fist, struggling for control, but I was failing. That's when I snapped. I took a step and swung my fist at him as hard as I could. I watched his unchanged face disappear in a split second, causing me to swing at the nothingness in front of me.
Suddenly, I was aware that he was right behind me. I was about to turn and punch at him again, but he was faster. He grabbed my right arm and pulled it up behind my back, bending it in an unnatural position, while holding my other arm. I could feel the mussels in my arm being stretched to their limit.
"You just don't learn, do you?," the bow tie man said with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice. "I'm not one to be taken lightly."
"Coward!," I said angrily through gritted teeth.
"I just want my damn box back!," the man yelled. He pushed my arm up further and I gasped in agony. He obviously had a temper. Maybe I could use this against him.
"What is so special about that box!? Why do you want it so bad!?" There was a slight hesitation, like he was searching for an answer he could use.
"That's none of your business!" He let go of me and pushed me to the ground. My arm has never felt so sore. He stood up straight and brushed off his tux some. "Fine. I'll just go get it myself." And with that, he began to walk off.
"Wait! You can't go through my house!" I was completely annoyed. I began to run after him in an attempt to stop him.
When I approached him, he whipped around so fast that I flinched. "If you don't give me the box by tonight, I will bring more pain and suffering to you!" He pointed a finger at me. "I'll be watching." Then he backed away into the shadows and disappeared.
I didn't know what to do. It seemed useless to go home. There would be no comfort from my family. They were gone. So I just stood there, staring blankly into the woods.
I wondered the streets of Gravity Falls, watching people going about their daily things. People were actually enjoying themselves, talking and laughing. Their kids running around. It made me sick to my stomach.
I looked upon this town with a different prospective than when I first came here. I thought this place was perfect. But it wasn't. These people have no idea what things lurk around in the forest. They had no idea what I have been through that day. They knew nothing.
Eventually I found my way back home as the sun set, turning the sky an orange color. I walked in and went right to my bed. I peeked under it. The box was still there, unfortunately. I drew it and looked at it in discuss. This piece of junk brought me so much pain and suffering; I couldn't even look at it. I threw it at the other side of the room in a fit of anger. I heard the box shatter and all of its contents spill out onto the ground.
I sat down on the bed, not bothering to see what was inside. I didn't want anything to do with that box anymore. I was glad to be giving it back. Then, I realized something that chilled me to the bone. I broke the box. I couldn't give it back to the bow tie man without him thinking I was snooping through it. "I'm dead," I thought. "I'm dead."
I was in so much trouble now. Maybe I could fix the box up. I crawled to the other side of the bed and peered over. I saw some papers and a map, but what really interested me was the three identical burgundy colored journals with golden six-fingered hands printed on the front.
I picked them up and looked at them. They seemed brand new, like someone had just bought them. There wasn't a scratch on them. I opened the book with a large "1" printed inside the golden hand. On the back of the front cover was a little tag that said "property of..." but no name was written there. I flipped through the clean white pages, but there was nothing written inside. The same as "2" and "3". They seemed useless to me. I expected there to be information written down about all of these paranormal things the bow tie man was talking about...
That's when it hit me. My way of getting revenge on him. I grabbed a quill sitting in a bottle of ink on top of my dresser and flipped to a random page in "1". Then sketched down the griffin exactly how I remembered it. Off to the side I wrote the little I knew about them.
Suddenly, there was loud banging on the door. I slammed the book shut and shoved all three of them under my bed. I knew who it was. It was him.
I didn't know if I should open the door for him or not. But the loud banging continued. I might as well get it over with.
I opened the door and sure enough, he was there.
"Where are my things?," he asked impatiently.
"Well, uh..."
"Just go and get them!," he yelled. I hurriedly went back into my room and grabbed the papers and the map and brought them to him.
"There," I said, emotionless and bravely handing them to him. He stared blankly at the papers in his hands, wanting to do something about it.
"Whatever," he said. "I've got things to do." Then he hurried away, leaving me feeling confused. I closed the door behind me and sat down in a chair in the living room. I expected him to hurt me for seeing what was inside his box. I wondered what he had to do that was so important. I got up and looked out the window towards his shack, but it was gone.
