Here's chapter 10. I will now use those videos as inspiration for the next few chapters. I don't know how many chapter's, but they may end up similar to the videos combined. I also don't know which order I am going.

Chapter 10:

Mabel's POV Cont.

After Ford told us Stan's and his really said back story, he was able to get the government people to forget about the whole ordeal. He even got them the think that he was going to court marshal them if they didn't get back to work.

I still didn't know what a floppy disk or an eight-track player was. I may have to ask them some say.

I held my ear to the door. I heard exactly what they were saying. About them getting old, and how Dipper and I were pretty much the only family members that Stan had left. I felt bad for them.

I told a joking lie to keep Dipper in the dark. Robbie was not up here. He was going to sleep on the couch. He must have heard what they were talking about too.

I didn't want to fall asleep.

"You don't think we will end up like Stan and Ford, do you," I asked Dipper. "I mean, they used to be best friends, but then they got all stupid. Promise we won't get all stupid?" I asked.

"Not as stupid as you, dum dum." He joked. "Night stupid," He said turning off the light.

"Night stupid." But I couldn't fall asleep. I laid there thinking about how awful things ended for Stan and Ford. I didn't want that to happen to us too.

Ford's POV

I thought about my niece and nephew all night as I looked through my first journal. I didn't know why but Dipper reminded me of someone I had met in the other world.

His name was Tyrone. He always had a bandanna on his forehead. He had a small goatee, and always wore a bomber jacket, a tee shirt, cargo pants and combat boots.

He was the leader to an insurgency that was against Bill Cipher. We had hoped to get help from the Time Baby, but that was pointless.

Bill was nearly at his full power there. He made himself look like Stan. I had gotten distracted and that mistake had cost Tyrone his life.

He was only 28. After he died I became the leader. But that was before I left.

Before he died he showed me his birthmark that was on his forehead. It was the little dipper. Dipper from this world was the Tyrone from that world. It was the only thing that made sense.

Tyrone told me that he used to be nicknamed Dipper when he was younger. But that was before he closed the portal and changed the world.

Maybe their world was better now that I came through and Dipper didn't shut down the portal.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I was getting too tired. I needed to sleep soon. But I didn't know how I would do that with Bill on the loose. I shut my journal and went to my bedroom. It was exactly how I remember it except that my blue carpet is missing.

I laid down on the bed. It wasn't as dusty as I thought it would be. Someone must have been staying in here while I was gone. I took off the extra pair of glasses that Stan gave me.

I sighed. I used my palms to rub the sleep out of my eyes again.

I knew I wasn't going to get sleep anytime soon.

Dipper's POV:

The next morning: (I will be using a scene from the second video, Gravity Falls After the War. It has to do with Pacifica running away.)

I woke up earlier than I meant too. I groaned, knowing that I wasn't going to go back to sleep. I rolled out of my bed, grabbed my hat and vest. I didn't even bother with my shoes yet.

I made my way down to the kitchen; it was just as messed up as the rest of the house.

I poured myself a bowl of cereal and went to the couch. I didn't want to turn on the TV, but I was tempted too.

But that's when I heard the knock on the front door. I sighed. I got up and put my bowl on the skull that was used as a side table.

I made my way to the door, hoping that it was important because otherwise I would slam the door in their face.

I opened the door. It was Pacifica. I closed it instantly, but her foot was in between the door jam and door. I sighed.

"What do you want Pacifica?" I asked. I knew we needed her to lock Bill away, but I didn't want to see her right now.

"I ran away from home." Her voice was a little shaky. I stood there for a moment. I sighed before opening it back up. I held out my arm and motioned her inside.

"Be careful, people are still sleeping," I said. She stood in front of me, with her back facing me.

"What happened yesterday?" She asked instantly. I didn't want to explain what was happening. At least not yet.

"In due time." I heard Grunkle Ford say. We both turned and saw him.

Pacifica looked confused.

"Pacifica, this is the real Stanford Pines. The man that you know is Stanley Pines." I said. "Grunkle Ford, this is Pacifica, the girl that I was telling you about." Ford smiled.

"Pleasure to meet you," He said holding out his hand. She smiled and took it.

"So you have six finger's, kind of like the cover of Dipper's... " Her eyes widened as her words cut off. "You're the author of the journal?" She asked. Ford smiled and nodded.

"Wow, it's very nice to meet you. That came in handy... A little... when a ghost haunted the Northwest manor." She said. Ford looked at me.

I shrugged. "Later," I told him. He nodded.

"Right now, we need to wake everyone else up and get started. Then I will explain your part in it." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. She smiled. She looked around the room. Her eyes fell of Robbie.

"Is that Robbie Valentino?" She looked at me. I nodded. "Why is he here? I thought he hates you." Wow, nothing is a secret in a small town.

"He did... does, I think." I wasn't sure anymore. She nodded.

"So what happened to you?" I said to try and change the subject. She sighed.

"Fine, you want the whole story? Here it is."

Pacifica's POV from nearly two days ago:

I stood in my bedroom. I had changed out of my gown after everyone left. I smiled thinking about how I finally stood up to my overbearing parents.

Sure they didn't help raise me, but they always expected too much from me, and if I wasn't on the top, I was shunned. I sighed, looking over my note one final time.

It was too late to put my plan into action now, but at least I knew what I was doing. I couldn't go to my so called friends for help.

I laid down on my bed and tried to fall asleep. But that's when the first abnormally happened. I rose into the air several inches and landed softly back on my bed.

"What in the world was that?" I inquired aloud. I stayed up for another hour, but it didn't happen again.

Sighing, I laid on my back and fell asleep.

The next morning while my parents were still asleep, I gathered up the things that I would need. I grabbed money-lots of it, clothes, including a jacket just for the upcoming fall and winter months, and a picture of Dipper andI at the ball. I smiled as I looked at it. (I kept that out of my explanation to Dipper.)

I put it all in my suitcase. I was so glad that my room was on the bottom floor of the manor. I climbed out of my window and landed softly on the grass.

I looked behind me. It was now or never. I grabbed my suitcase and went to the front gate. I smiled when it was still open. I ran with my head down so the gardeners didn't see it was me.

But of course, another abnormally. I was lifted up a little higher than last night and went crashing down landing on my butt. And boy did it hurt.

Over the next day, the abnormalities got worse and worse. It was rather irritating. And I got hurt a lot. I knew that I would have bruises by the end of the day... If I even survived.

Finally near the end of the day, as I neared the mystery shake, I saw bright blue streams of lights coming from every crack of the building. A very large abnormally struck, lifting me at least 5 or 6 feet into the air. I screamed. I managed to slowly make my way to the totem pole and hold on for dear life.

Once it was over everything came crashing down. The pole went back into its original hole and stayed standing up to my delight and surprise. I didn't know how to get down now. Things started to get hectic after that.

Police and SWAT members surrounded the house.

I don't know how long I stayed up on the pole, but it was nearing morning by the time I lost my grip and again landed on my butt. I groaned and pushed my blonde hair out of my face.

I quickly found my suitcase again and dusted myself off. I walked up the very questionable wooden stairs and knocked on the door.

Dipper opened the door and closed it instantly, but my foot was in between the door jam and door. He sighed.

"What do you want Pacifica?" He asked. Clearly he didn't want to see me.

"I ran away from home."

Well, there you have it. I added a Pacifica chapter... and who knows a little bit of Dipifica might end up being drabbled in here in the near future. REVIEW! *Whispers* You'll get a virtual cookie if you do *wink*!