Disclaimer: I still don't own Gravity Falls or The Hunger Games. That's obvious.


Dipper roamed the busy streets as he looked for the Market. Today was the Reaping; and although it was unlikely that either of them would be chosen since they were only twelve year-olds, he wanted to get his sister a gift.

He was known to be one of the kindest people in the town of Gravity Falls. His real registered birth name was Mason, but everyone called him Dipper because of the red birthmark of the Big Dipper on his forehead. It didn't bother him though, or anybody else.

The Reaping was an event that happened at the beginning of August hosted by the Capitol, an area of Gravity Falls where the lucky citizens there lived in freedom. It was where nine Victims, as they were called, were chosen for the Weirdmageddon Games every year. The President of the Capitol, Preston Northwest, and the Gamemaster, Bill Cipher, started it thirty years ago. When the Reaping was held, the President's daughter, Pacifica Northwest, announced the people that had been selected. That's when Weirdmageddon came along...

In Weirdmageddon, the nine Victims were split into three teams and put into an apocalyptic-like environment. Eventually, the teams would turn on each other and they would slowly fight to the death until there was one last, remaining Victim, who was crowned Victor. As an award for the winning Victor, his or her family was provided food. That was one thing Gravity Falls struggled with; finding enough to eat just to make it by.

Dipper untied his satchel as he approached Toby Determined. He wasn't Shandra Jirmenez material, a reporter in the Capitol who did the Victim Interviews every Weirdmageddon, but he provided the essential news everyone needed. He handed him one cent.

"There's rumors that this year there's going to be some unusual picks at the Reaping this afternoon. Higher chances of the youngsters getting chosen. Nothing else." He nodded his head in respect, thanking Toby as he walked away. In front of him a large tent with tattered sheets on thin, wooden polls stood; the Market. There was slight chatter coming from it but there was mostly silence. He walked in.

He looked around at the many sights. There was the Palm Reader woman who claimed she could do fortune telling; Farmer Sprott trying to sell some young calves that had patterns of 'cow circles' on them; a man shouting, trying to get people to visit his captured Gremgoblin and pay to 'see their worst nightmare' (who'd want to do that?!).

Finally, he came across Lazy Susan. On the side, there was a clothing line, where she was unclipping dry shirts, jacket and pants. On the table, she was selling small trinkets and also clothing she had knitted herself. To the right of it was a large pot of beef stew she'd cooked. Beside it was a steaming cherry pie that was still cooling off.

Susan turned around, putting the shirt she was holding in a chipped wooden basket on the ground. "Oh! Hey, Dipper! What would you like to get?" she said, a warm smile on her face. She was always excited when he came along and was like a mother to him.

He examined the table's contents. A cup of stew was two cents. It'd be time for the Reaping in about an hour, and with Toby's report of higher vulnerability for him and Mabel, it could possibly be their last meal here in their home. He'd have to split it, though; he didn't have enough money to buy soup for two and a gift.

His eyes moved to the left side of the table and immediately a bright pink sweater with a yellow shooting star leaving a trail of purple, cyan and orange caught his eye. She would love it. "How much is that sweater?" he asked, gesturing to it.

Susan smiled and shook her head lightly. "It's Reaping Day. You deserve to have it for free." He was thankful at that, as he only had 4 coins left. "I'll take two cups of stew." he said as he handed her the rest of his change.

She neatly folded the dazzling sweater up and handed him his two warm steel cups of the hearty soup along with it. "Good luck at noon. I hope you make it." He smiled back at her and waved as he walked off, but it quickly disappeared as he glanced at the clock tower. It read 11:12. A little bit behind schedule, but if he made it back quickly enough, he'd be there in time. He ran through the rough graveled streets, careful to avoid passerby.

He arrived at the small, barely standing hut he and his sister lived in alone. He opened the door and was instantly greeted by Mabel's pet pig, Waddles, who jumped up into his arms and licked him. "Hey buddy! How are you?!" he said, smiling as the pig settled down. He petted him. Suddenly, a wooden door slowly creaked open, and Mabel stepped out, her long hair styled into a braid that reached down her back. She was wearing a short purple skirt and white T-shirt. He set down the metal cups by the lantern on the nightstand. "I went to the Market and got this sweater for you." he said, lightly handing it over. She unfolded it and held it in front of her, taking in it's details. She immediately slipped it on over her T-shirt.

She lurched into him, wrapping her arms around his waist, bringing him into a hug. "Oh, Dipper! I love it! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" He chuckled, then motioned to the cups on the table. She nodded with understanding as she gently grabbed the right one. She quickly slurped it down, but left a little bit in it for Waddles, who gladly licked the rest of it, then knocked the empty can over. Dipper gulped his down as well, savoring every single vegetable scrap and drop of broth. He looked back out the tiny, dust-covered window at the clock tower. 11: 28.

"We have to get going or we're gonna be late." he said, an alarmed look on his face as he picked up the can on the floor.

"Oh! Wait!" She ran into her bedroom, disappearing into it for a few seconds before quickly emerging again. She handed a white and blue trucker hat with a pine tree on the front to him. "I thought I'd get you a little something too…"

He slipped it on, turning his head from side to side as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Thanks, Mabes. It's really nice!" He was snapped back to reality, however. "Oh, shoot! C'mon, let's go!"

They ran out the door, Waddles oinking as he leaped after them.


The citizens quietly marched as they formed two separate lines. One by one each person's blood was pricked by the finger and their identity checked by Capitol Agents.

"Do you think we'll be picked, Dipping-Sauce?" whispered Mabel from behind him. He swallowed down the growing lump of fear in his throat.

"I'm not promising this, but I don't think so." With that, she said no more.

"Hand." said the female Agent sternly. He held it out and she held his wrist firmly, then pricked his finger with some strange device they always used. It stung a little bit, but it went away. "Next." she shouted. She repeated the same with Mabel. Waddles slowly trailed behind her.

As each person was confirmed, they pooled into the area by the stage. In front of the microphone, Pacifica waited patiently.

About twenty minutes later, everyone was finished. She grabbed the microphone. "Testing, testing, one, two, three."

"Hello, Gravity Falls!" Her voice echoed and boomed through the speakers. "Hello, Pacifica Northwest." came the bland, automatic replied that washed over the crowd. "As we all know, today is Reaping Day. Before we begin, let us be reminded of the historical events that led us to this great and graceful day!"

Dipper wanted to hang his head back and groan. For Pete's sake, she did this every time.

"Thirty years ago the people of this town came across Gamemaster Bill Cipher, who promised us a better world. There were those who remained loyal to him, and, sadly, those who defied him.

"Soon, an uprising started, and the citizens were worthless compared to the highly-trained army. They were defeated, but begged for peace. The Capitol was established, and the loyalists lived there, while the others lived in the rest of Gravity Falls off of the resources there. A yearly tournament was created in remembrance of their past mistakes, and it was called Weirdmageddon.

"Hence, we are now celebrating the thirtieth Weirdmageddon! Now, I must say, our list is very special this year since it is our anniversary of three decades! Nine Victims shall be named. If I call you, please step up to the stage." She took an envelope from her purse and quietly ripped it open.


Ah, cliffhangers! Don't you just love them? :)