From Our Dimension Chapter 21: Scary-oke, a gravity falls fanfic

Chapter 21: Scary-oke

Season one is over. It's time to go on adventures in season two.

Interestingly enough, I actually had a dream the other night that there was a third season in production. It followed the twins back home in California, and the weirdness from Gravity Falls followed them home, with season three episode one starting off with the twins getting off of the bus that took them back from Gravity Falls.

I'm pretty sure many other fans of Gravity Falls would love to have that dream.

Seasons aside, I grabbed my portal remote and stepped through the portal, only to immediately feel a hand grab my wrist.

"Nathan! You're just in time." Dipper said, dragging me out to the gift shop of the Mystery Shack the second I stepped through the portal.

"Welcome to the grand reopening of the Mystery Shack!" Stan said as the crowd cheered. "We're here to celebrate the defeat of that skunk Lil' Gideon." Stan said, pulling up a plushy of the kid.

"Boo!"

"Please, please." Stan said. "Boo harder."

"BOO!"

"But I didn't catch that pork chop all alone." Stan said. "These three scamps deserve some of the glory." Stan said as Mabel elbowed him. "Okay, okay. Most of the glory."

"Smile for the camera." Toby said, holding up a 'camera'.

"Your camera's a cinder block, Toby." Stan said.

"I just want to be a part of things." Toby said.

"Smile for a real camera." Shandra Jimenez said, holding an actual camera.

"Everyone say 'something stupid'." Mabel said.

"Something stupid!" We all said as the camera flashed.

"And don't forget to come to the after-party tonight at eight." Stan said.

"We're doing a karaoke bonanza, people!" Mabel said. "Lights! Music! Enchantment!" Mabel said, blowing a handful of confetti out. "And an amazing karaoke performance by our family band, 'Love Patrol Alpha'!" Mabel pulled out a drawing of the four of us singing in shiny suits.

"Oh, I don't know…" Dipper said.

"I would never agree to that ever." Stan said.

"Only if I can pick some of the songs." I said.

"I suppose we could do that, Nathan." Mabel said. "And I already put your names on the list. It's happening."

"Buy a ticket, people!" Wendy said, barging in while blowing an air horn. "You know you don't have anything else going on in your lives." The crowd followed Wendy outside as we got down from the makeshift stage.

"The town loves us, we've finally got that Gideon smell out of the carpet; everything is finally going my way!" Stan said.

"Hey, Grunkle Stan?" Dipper said. "Now that we have a moment, I've been meaning to ask you for my journal back."

"Wha-? Journal? Oh! Ha ha. You mean this old thing." Stan said, patting himself before pulling the journal out from under the counter. "It was so boring I couldn't even finish it." Stan said, handing Dipper the journal.

"Wait, you're just gonna give it to me?" Dipper said. "Just like that?"

"What else do you want, a kiss on the cheek?" Stan said.

"I- I gotta go!" Dipper said, dragging me and Mabel with him up to the attic. Dipper closed and locked the door, pulled a tarp over the window, turned Mabel's stuffed animals so they were facing the wall, and turned on a lamp.

"Mabel, Nathan, we've gotta talk." Dipper said. "Almost losing my journal made me realize that I'm halfway through the summer, and still no closer to figuring out the big mysteries of Gravity Falls."

"Sound familiar?" I said.

"What do you mean?" Dipper asked.

"Remember that song I sung during the adventure in the haunted convenience store?" I said.

"Yeah, what about it?" Dipper asked.

"Well, the first line goes like this: 'Summer's almost gone and I don't feel any closer to unraveling all these mysteries.'" I sang. "Sound familiar now?"

"Um… yeah, actually." Dipper said. "Is that a song from your dimension?"

"Yup." I said.

"Well, anyway, Gideon almost destroyed the town to get his hands on this journal. But why?" Dipper said. "Who wrote it? Where are all the other journals? What was Bill talking about when he said everything was going to change? There's something huge going on right under our noses, and it's time we stop goofing around and get to the bottom of it."

"Bro, you've looked at that thing, like, a bazillion times." Mabel said. "There's nothing left to discover. Half the pages are blank, remember?"

"I just feel like I'm one puzzle piece away from figuring out everything." Dipper said.

"Don't worry, Dipper. Lord mystery ham is on the case!" Mabel said, picking up Waddles. "'I play by me own rules, what what.'"

"I don't know why I tell you things." Dipper said. "Do you hear that?"

We went downstairs and saw Grunkle Stan closing down the shop.

"Grunkle Stan, what's happening?" Mabel asked.

"Yeah, you never shut down the gift shop." Dipper said. Stan didn't answer as he paced back and forth nervously while Soos and Wendy looked on, also nervous when the doorbell rang and a knock was heard. Stan walked over to the door and opened it, greeting the government agents there.

"Welcome to the Mystery Shack, gentlemen! What can I get you? Keychains? Snow globes? These rare photos of American presidents?" Stan said, showing a dollar bill as the 'rare photo of an American president'.

"My name is Agent Powers; this is Agent Trigger. We're here to investigate reports of mysterious activity in this town." Powers said.

"Activity." Trigger said.

"Mysterious activity? In the Mystery Shack?" Stan said. "You gotta be joking."

"I assure you I am not." Powers said. "I was born with a rare disorder that makes me physically incapable of experiencing humor."

"I guess he'd win at all of the 'try not to laugh or smile' challenges first try then." I said, nudging Dipper, as Dipper and Mabel chuckled under their breath behind their hands.

"Now if you'll excuse us, we're conducting an investigation." Powers said, pushing past Stan.

"Investigation." Trigger said. I saw Dipper grow a smile of realization out of the corner of my eye.

"Wait, wait! Did you guys say you're investigating the mysteries of this town?" Dipper said.

"That information is classified… but yes." Powers said. "Look, between you and me, I believe there's a conspiracy of paranormal origin all connected to this town. We're just one small lead away from blowing the lid off this entire mystery."

"Are you kidding me?! I'm investigating the exact same thing!" Dipper exclaimed. "I-I found this journal in the woods which has almost all the answers. If we work together, we could crack the case!" Dipper said.

As this was going on, Mabel and I stood by watching. "They're not very good agents if they let a 12-year-old they just met in on a matter of national security." I said quietly as Mabel laughed. 'No offense to Dipper or anything, but those agents really did just meet him and they have no idea who he is.'

"If you have evidence of these claims, we should talk." Powers said, handing Dipper his card.

"We could talk right now! Please, please, c-come in! I have so much to show you!" Dipper said.

"Ha ha ha; I'm sorry, agents!" Stan said. "Kid has an overactive imagination. And like, a sweating problem."

"Ha ha; zing!" Mabel said.

"Paranormal town stuff is just part of gift shop lore. Sells more tickets, you know." Stan said, snapping his fingers as Soos decked out the agents with merchandise from the Mystery Shack.

"We have other spots to investigate. We'll be on our way." Powers said, as the agents left.

"I'm confiscating this for evidence." Triggers said, grabbing a handful of Stan bobble heads.

"Wait! No, wait! We have so much to talk about!" Dipper said.

"Hold it, kiddo." Stan said. "Trust me. The last thing you want around during a party is the cops." Stan said, leaning against the vending machine, which closed the door to it. "I'm confiscating that card. Now how's about you go be a normal kid? Flirt with a girl, or steal a pie off a windowsill."

"Wait, Grunkle Stan, you don't understand!" Dipper said.

"And don't go talking to those agents." Stan said, leaving the room.

"Ugh. That could've been my big break." Dipper said.

"Bro, maybe Grunkle Stan is right." Mabel said. "We're throwing a party tonight! Can't you go one night without searching for aliens or raising the dead or whatever?"

"I'm not gonna raise the dead. I just need a chance to show those agents my book." Dipper said. 'This is ironic because Dipper ends up doing just that.'

"Trust me, Dipper. The only book you'll need tonight is right here." Mabel said, holding up a book of karaoke songs. "I say 'Kara-', you say '-oke'. Kara-…. Kara-…. Kara-…. I could do this all day."

~Time skip brought to you by: What Stan secretly does in the basement!~

Grunkle Stan had tasked me, Dipper, and Wendy with hanging up some special black light posters, and Wendy decided to mess around a bit.

"Check it out! These black lights make my teeth look scary." Wendy said, turning on the black light as the poster lit up and her teeth did indeed look a bit creepy from the light. "It's like a crime scene in my mouth. Come on. You love it."

"It's not fair." Dipper sighed. "Finally I meet someone who can help me solve the mysteries of this town, and Stan confiscates their card." Dipper said, stapling a poster to the wall.

"Dude. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I'm pretty sure Stan hides, like, everything in his room." Wendy said.

"If I go into Stan's room, I could get in so much trouble." Dipper said.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Wendy said. "That's what makes it fun, dummy." Wendy said, putting a party hat on top of Dipper's other hat as Dipper smiled. While Dipper and Wendy went to Stan's room, I decided to have a little fun before the zombies came and walked over to the table Soos was setting up some piñatas shaped like Grunkle Stan's head.

"Man, I can't wait to smash these Stañatas." Soos said when Grenda came in and did just that, smashing the piñatas, and the table they were on.

"Smash! Grenda has entered the party!" Grenda said.

"Stan's brains look delicious!" Candy said, picking up the candy from the ground.

"Girls!" Mabel said, joining her friends.

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh, Mabel! Is that a boom-box sweater?" Grenda said, pointing at Mabel's sweater.

"See for yourself!" Mabel said.

"Oh! Oh! Can I push it?" I asked.

"Sure!" Mabel said.

"Touch." I said, poking Mabel's sweater as the boom-box on it lit up and played music. Mabel, Candy and Grenda began dancing to the music as I wandered around some more.

~Time skip brought to you by: music!~

"What do you say, guys, is this party legendary?" Mabel said. "When I say 'Mabel' you say 'Pines'! Mabel!"

"Aah!" A lady screamed as the ground began shaking.

"Mabel!" Mabel said.

"We're all gonna die!"

"Why does that never work?" Mabel said, before noticing that the ground was shaking.

"Oh, I think it's an earthquake!" Wendy said, blowing her air horn. "Hey, everybody! We've gotta get out of here!" Wendy said as the crowd fled. After the crowd left, Dipper came running around the corner of the shack.

"Dipper, what's the one thing I asked you not to do tonight?" Mabel said.

"Raise the dead." Dipper said.

"And what did you do?" Mabel said.

"Raise the dead…" Dipper said, when the zombies behind Dipper growled, catching our attention.

"Get back, dudes. This is about to get intense." Soos said as zombies knocked over the punch table. Soos and the twins screamed in fear at the approaching zombies before Soos took a picture. "You gotta admit this is pretty cool." Soos said.

"Zombies!" Dipper said.

"Don't panic! Maybe they're just a really ugly flash mob." Mabel said when a zombie attacked us and we ran for a bit.

"Dudes, stay calm. I've been training for this moment my whole life." Soos said, standing in front of us. "With all the horror movies I've seen, I know literally everything there is to know about how to avoid zombies." Immediately after, a zombie bit Soos on the shoulder. Soos' skin turned very pale and his eyes began glowing slightly as the pupils disappeared. "On second thought, gonna flip the script. Can I eat your brains?" Soos said. "Yay or nay? Seeing some yay faces over here…"

Me, the twins, and Waddles fled; Mabel was about to take the karaoke machine too but I told her to leave it. A zombie blocked our path but Dipper cut it in half with a shovel that was resting on the side of the shack that he picked up.

"Quick! The golf cart!" Dipper said, pointing to the golf cart, which was almost immediately attacked by more zombies. "Aw, come on!"

"That's a bummer. Good news for me, though." Soos said.

"Soos!" Dipper said.

"Sorry, dude. I just really want those brains." Soos said.

"Stay back!" Dipper said, hitting a disco ball with the shovel like a baseball and bat. It flew towards the zombies and into one of the zombie's mouths and it swallowed it, before lighting up the zombie.

"Give it up, dudes. Your fighting only makes us look more rad." Soos said.

"What do we do?" Mabel said. "Where's Grunkle Stan?"

"How's he supposed to help? He doesn't even believe in the supernatural." Dipper said. More zombies came at us and we ran from them when another zombie blocked our path. I suddenly remembered that Mabel's karaoke machine would've defeated it and I regretted telling her to leave it behind. I decided I'd kick it, but it grabbed my leg and bit me. It was painful as heck.

"Oh no!" Mabel said.

"Nathan!" Dipper said.

I was a zombie now. I was still me, with the exception of pale skin and a sudden very strong urge to eat brains. Unlike Soos, however, I did everything I could to resist that urge.

"Don't worry, I'm still me, guys. I can fight the urge to be a zombie." I said. "You're like family to me; I'm not going to eat your brains." The twins were hesitant, but when I punched the zombie that bit me, they decided to believe me. We went into the shack.

"We need to board up all the windows!" Dipper said, closing the door to the shack as we went in. We put a bunch of stuff in front of the doors so the zombies couldn't get through. "Okay, maybe that'll hold them." Dipper said, when the window broke.

"Hey, dudes!" Soos said. "By the way, I taught the zombies how to get to the fuse box. Among these dudes, I'm like a genius." As Soos said this, the lights went out. "Get those brains, dawg." Soos said.

"No!" I said, rushing to the window to try and block the zombies. Since I was a zombie, they didn't attack me; just struggle to try and get past me. Then another zombie punched through the door. "Oh, come on." I decided to just stand with the twins.

"Dipper, isn't there something in the journal about defeating zombies?" Mabel asked.

"No! There's nothing in here about weaknesses!" Dipper said. "Oh, this can't be happening. I wanted answers so bad, I put everyone in danger. Now we're toast, it's all my fault, and no one can save us!" A zombie grabbed Dipper's arm and Dipper struggled against it. "Ah! Ah! No! Mabel I'm sorry!" Dipper said as the zombie picked up Dipper by the arm.

"Dipper!" Mabel said. Dipper kept screaming until I punched the zombie in the guts, causing it to release Dipper as Stan came in and hit it with a baseball bat as the zombie fell on the floor, then Stan crushed its head with his foot.

"You two! Attic! Now!" Stan said.

"Grunkle Stan?" Dipper said.

"I said NOW!" Stan said as the twins and Waddles fled. "Alright you undead jerks, you ready to die twice?!" Stan said, fighting the zombies as I helped by punching another zombie. "Nathan?! But you're—"

"A zombie, I know." I said. "It's not impossible to resist the urges to eat someone's brains when you're a zombie. Plus, there's a page in the journal about curing zombification." I said as Stan and I continued to fight off the zombies.

"The only wrinkly monster who harasses my family is me!" Stan said, hitting another zombie with the baseball bat. "Take that! And that! Eat it, no-eyes!" Stan and I kept fighting the zombies, but they backed us up, and as Stan attacked another zombie with the bat, the zombie grabbed and broke the bat before Stan punched it with his brass knuckles. "Anyone else want a piece?!" Stan said, fighting the zombies some more as I continued fighting them as well. We went up the stairs and Stan pushed the grandfather clock down the stairs, stopping the zombies. Stan and I arrived at the attic right as the twins closed the door. Grunkle Stan got the door open and we went inside.

"Oh, ow. Everything hurts." Stan said.

"Grunkle Stan, that was amazing! Are you alright?" Dipper said as Stan closed the door. "Heh heh; well, at least you can't deny magic exists anymore, right?" Dipper said.

"Kid, I've always known." Stan said.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Dipper said.

"I'm not an idiot, Dipper. Of course this town is weird! And the one thing I know about that weirdness is that it's dangerous." Stan said as a zombie's arms broke through the door. "I've been lying about it to try to keep you away from it; to try to protect you from it!" Stan said, as he punched back a zombie that broke through the window. "Looks like I didn't lie well enough."

"What do we do; what do we do?!" Mabel said.

"Well, normally the journal would help us, but there's nothing in there about defeating zombies. It's hopeless!" Dipper said, showing a random page of the journal to us. The black light on the floor though lit up some invisible ink on the page.

"Wait wait wait, the text! It's glowing in the black light!" Mabel said.

"What?!" Dipper said, putting the journal on the floor. "All this time I thought I knew the journal's secrets. But they're written in some kind of invisible ink!"

"Invisible ink." Stan said.

"This is it! 'Zombies have a weakness. Previously thought to be invincible, their skulls can be shattered by a perfect three-part harmony.'" Dipper read. "Three-part harmony? How can we create that? …I have a naturally high-pitched scream."

"I used to, until my voice changed." I said.

"I can make noises with my body. Sometimes intentionally." Stan said.

"Boys, boys. I think you're all missing the obvious solution." Mabel said.

"It's singing, isn't it?" I said. "I knew what it was; I was just making a comment on what Dipper said."

"But the karaoke machine isn't here." Mabel said. "You told me to leave it, remember?"

"Dangit! Alright, solution time." I said. "I have my iPad with me still from that song I was singing earlier. I could look up a song on there."

"That could work, as long as the lyrics are on-screen." Mabel said.

"They are." I said, as we climbed out onto the roof and I got out my iPad and looked up one of my favorite songs: "Unfixable" by DAGames.

Hey, friend. Welcome back again, to a night in our circus hall of fame. Such a shame you won't be around for long, so we might as well sing our song! So basically you have another five alerting nights. More frights, no bites, but a vicious sight. We're controlled by an evil insanity. This profanity has now vanity!

Welcome my friend, to a night in our circus world! We're looking for a technician and you're just the guy we've heard of! We're held away by wiring now; we're wanting out. Can you shock us? Can you tame us? But we want your body now!

Now behave, for the voices in the halls will try to eat you up alive. So before the show begins, please don't hold against our sins, 'cause by dawn you'll be crumbling in your skin!

We are the tortured! We're not your friends! So long as we're not visible, we are unfixable! We are the curses! Crumbled inside! Look left or right, we're unthinkable! Our fate is now unfixable! We are the tortured! We're not your friends! So long as we're not visible, we are unfixable! We are the curses! Crumbled inside! Look left or right, we're unthinkable! Our fate is now unfixable!

(Un- unfixable. Un- un- unfixable. Un- un- unfixable. Un- -fix-)

Welcome back friend, to a night of debauchery. As you saw from all the hardware, you're inclined to think the worst from us. You've got the knowledge to begin the chiming bell. So saddle up your hiding skills and start your night in heck!

Pay good attention to your friends that creep around. They don't exactly act the same so zap them with controlled shocks. They seem to like the buzz and then they start to play. So keep pushing, you'll be wishing you could end this dang dismay!

Listen clear. Don't listen to that madman, he'll kill you from the inside. So before we take our bows, please remember your own vows, that tonight we'll be crawling in your skin!

Now open your heart and give it to meee-e-ee-e! Breathe new insanityyy-yy-y-aaaaaaaa.

So you read the news. What did you see? For there's no truth to defend our ghastly deeds. We have our signs to show that we're alive, but we're dead as far as they believe. We're all puppets, taken by a jester in disguise, it's a fact without the ties. Link us together. We're a family forever, ready to show you a surpri-ise!

I can't take it! Scoop me up, wish me dead tonight! We wanna be like you! We wanna be like you! A bad presence, tears me down, deep inside the core! Get it out of my mind! Get it out of my mind! We're all puppets, taken by a jester in disguise, it's a fact without the ties! (It's a fact without the ties!) Link us together! We're a family forever, ready to show you a surpriiiise!

We are the tortured! We're not your friends! So long as we're not visible, we are unfixable! We are the curses! Crumbled inside! Look left or right, we're unthinkable! Our fate is now unfixable! I can't take it! Scoop me up, wish me dead tonight! We wanna be like you! We wanna be like you! We're all puppets, ready to show you a surpriiiise!

(Welcome, my friend, to a night in our circus world.)

"Thank you! We'll be here all night!" Mabel said.

"Deal with it, zombie idiots!" Stan said.

"Pines! Pines! Pines! Pines!" We cheered as the sun rose behind us.

~Time skip brought to you by: Toby Determined being mistaken for another zombie! "Oh, it's just…" "Who is that?" "…just a very ugly man."~

"I'm sorry about this, guys. I totally ruined everything." Dipper said.

"Dipper, are you kidding me?" Mabel said. "I got to sing karaoke with my three favorite people in the world! No party could ever top that."

"Kids, listen. This town is crazy, so you need to be careful." Stan said. "I don't know what I'd do with myself if you got hurt on my watch. I'll let you hold on to that spooky journal, as long as you promise me you'll only use it for self-defense, and not go looking for trouble."

"Okay, as long as you promise me that you don't have any other bomb-shell secrets about this town." Dipper said.

"Promise." Stan said, as I saw him crossing his fingers behind his back.

"Promise." Dipper said, also crossing his fingers behind his back.

"Man, we have got a lot of zombie damage to clean up." Stan said. "Where's my handyman, anyway?"

"Brains, brains." Soos said, walking in.

"Holy moses!" Stan said, grabbing a chair.

"Wait!" Dipper said. "There's a page in here about curing zombification. It's gonna take a lot of formaldehyde."

"Ooh, and cinnamon." Mabel said, leaning over to look at the journal.

"Come on Nathan and Soos, let's fix you up." Dipper said.

"Brains, brains." Soos said, as Mabel pushed him back with the chair into the kitchen while I followed.

"Soos, cut it out." Mabel said.

"Heh heh; sorry dude." Soos said.

"I can't believe it. All this time the author's secrets were hiding in plain sight." Dipper said. "A whole new chapter of mysteries to explore…"

"Could you focus on de-zombifying me and Soos first?" I said. "It's reaching the point of near-impossibility to continue acting like a human instead of a zombie."

"Oh, right. Sorry." Dipper said. "Okay, let's see… we'll need one cup formaldehyde, one teaspoon salt, two teaspoons paint thinner, one quart newt's blood, and a pinch of cinnamon. For taste." Dipper said, reading from the journal.

"I'll just let you take care of it." I said.

"I actually have all of those ingredients." Stan said. "I've had them for over thirty years, actually."

"Well, let's get it ready, then." Dipper said. Dipper and Stan left to gather the ingredients while Mabel stayed.

A short while later, they returned with the ingredients. "Okay, we have the ingredients." Dipper said. "Mabel, I need you to mix the ingredients together and give it to Nathan and Soos."

"You got it, Dipping-sauce." Mabel said, leaving for a bit and returning with a few other things, like sprinkles and whipped cream, and even a couple cherries. A few minutes later, I noticed she was making an ice cream sundae out of the potion.

"Mabel, are you sure you know what you're doing?" Dipper said. "I'm pretty sure the formula doesn't call for whipped cream and boba balls."

"Relax, Dipper. I'm just making some ice cream with it, so they don't have to drink a disgusting potion." Mabel said, putting the finishing touches on the 'ice cream' and giving them to me and Soos. "Here you go, guys. Eat up!"

I ate the ice cream laced with the potion, and my skin began returning to its normal color and the urge to act like a zombie disappeared.

"Ah; finally!" I sighed. "It was so hard not giving in to the zombie urges. It was getting to be mentally exhausting."

"Hey. I'm normal again." Soos said.

"Thank goodness that's over." Mabel said.

"So, you said you were resisting the urge to act like a zombie." Dipper said. "How hard was it?"

"Hmm… think about it like this." I said. "Imagine you don't eat any food for a week. Then imagine you're standing in front of a table of all your favorite foods. How hard would it be for you to not eat any of the food on the table?"

"So in other words, it takes a strong will, and some people would be incapable of resisting." Dipper said.

"Yeah, pretty much." I said. "Anyway, I'm going to go home now and sleep. I'm exhausted." I said as I did just that.

When I got back, nine minutes had passed.