I keep coming up with ideas for fanfics when I really should be focusing more on ones I've already started...oh well, I'm pleasing myself.
IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: This AU idea came from a Tumblr prompt; Murphy's Law AU where everything that could go wrong, does go wrong. Dipper never finds Wendy, Soos, Gideon, or Grunkle Stan, the barrier around Gravity Falls doesn't work, and Bill transports Mabel's prison to a vague point on the globe and Dipper spends all of his time traveling across the post-apocalyptic wasteland that is the world searching for her.
This is where my idea came from - though, my story does differentiate in that 1) Dipper isn't the point of view character 2) Since the story is from the point of view of Gideon, and Dipper is, in fact, in the tags for this fic, they do meet each other at some point. (Okay, in the first chapter just because no one wants to read filler chapters.)
Now, obviously the idea of Gideon as a main character is totally strange - like, what? Who wants to read a story with Gideon. But that's precisely why I decided to write one! I feel like his character doesn't get enough credit...so I decided to give him some! I've never written Gideon before though, so I'm hoping that he doesn't feel way out of character or something. Certain attitude quirks will be explained within the story, for all characters.
Finally, before I get into the story, I aged the characters up an additional four years so Gideon is fourteen, Dipper and Mabel sixteen, nearly seventeen, and so on and so on. The reason for this is that I needed to develop enough time for characters to have enough time for their mental habits to actually change. It's unrealistic if they just change attitudes suddenly and out of the blue. This was mainly for Dipper's development away from Mabel more than anything else. (Also this fic is just to write him as a BAMF, because there isn't enough of those fics around.)
ANYWAY. ONTO THE FIC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.
Gideon had made one big fat, gigantic mistake, and he only realized this after four years of being in Bill's service.
His mistake, of course, had been siding with Bill in the first place.
Now that wouldn't have been so bad if Bill hadn't decided that he and his henchmen had overstayed there welcome, after they'd proudly brought in that red head who worked at the Mystery Shack, Wendy. She'd fought tooth and nail, and even when she'd been turned into stone, her eyes had been filled with a fiery determination.
But he had decided they weren't useful anymore. Now that there was only a handful of Gravity Falls citizens remaining, Bill had turned his attention on he and his band of ex-prisoners, saying that they were Gravity Falls residents too, but that he'd 'give them a head start for being such good sports'
And that was why Gideon was currently running for his life from a gigantic eyebat. "Ghost Eyes! Ma hench-angel!" He shrieked as the large blind man shoved him under an old pick-up truck. He slapped a hand over his mouth as Ghost Eyes feet turned to stone, shimming further underneath the truck when the red beam nearly hit his arm.
Yes. He'd made a mistake making a deal with Bill. He should have known that he'd twist it for his own benefit – he was a demon, after all. The words 'don't trust' was practically in the name.
But he had, and now all of his henchmen, hench-angel included, were being flown straight back to that forsaken pyramid they'd all run so hard from. All in the name of protecting him.
Gideon's fingers twirled around the key at his neck, the one with the shooting star printed across it. He wondered if maybe it was fake, if everything Bill had told him, given him, had been some fabricated lie to get him on his side.
His hand clenched into a fist around the key, nails biting into his palm. His teeth gnashed hard, face flushed with anger. He was done being scared of a…of a tortilla chip (boy did that feel good to say). He'd get his revenge. Bill Cipher wasn't going to be the warden of him. Not anymore.
Traveling was the hardest part. He didn't know other towns like he knew Gravity Falls, but it wasn't safe for him there. The further he got, the safer he'd be. Most of Bill's minions were centered around Gravity Falls for the mean time, until the demon had conquered the small town. His thoughts drifted back to his family, their stone bodies fused together to make Bill's gigantic throne.
Had they really meant so little to him before?
He missed Sunday roasts, and mint chocolate chip ice cream.
His stomach gurgled.
Gideon sighed, touching his hair. It was starting to fall limp now, so every so often he had to push it back up from falling into his eyes. His eyes passed a sign that said Bend, Oregon. The words 'No Survivors' was sprayed over top.
Although Bill's eyeball bats were fewer here, the weirdness he'd brought with him certainly hadn't stayed in Gravity Falls. Craning his neck, he could see a house running away on strange dog-like legs, the ceiling unlatching to let out a barking sound. Picking his way through the streets, Gideon decided his first course of action was to deal with his gnawing stomach. He walked quickly past fallen down telephone lines, jumped across exposed wire, and tried a door handle.
The door swung open at his fingertips.
Part of his brain said this was stupid, and that he was better than this – that he should just go back to Bill and demand he stop twisting up their deal. But survival was more forceful in his head, screaming that he was going to get ripped apart if he did go back. So he went inside the house instead.
"It's okay stomach, ya'll gonna get fed real soon," he said as he scurried into the kitchen, throwing open the cabinets.
His shoulders slumped at the emptiness within it.
"Nothin'? But…but there's gotta be somethin'…" He opened cupboard after cupboard, drawer after drawer. And still nothing.
"No! No this ain't…this ain't fair!" He whined, stamping his foot angrily against the floorboards.
A low growling froze him to the floor.
He shouldn't have done that.
The hard wooden door across from him starting banging loudly, a blood-thirsty gurgling sound exploding out of the growl.
And then the door splintered, a huge, red claw striking through the gap to tear the door from the hinges.
Gideon wasted no time in getting the hell out of there.
He scrambled back out of the kitchen and down the entrance hall, tripping over his own feet as he went. Stumbling, he managed to make it outside just as the…the whatever it was, burst out of the room. He didn't bother looking to see what it was exactly, because the gurgling sound was getting closer and oh no he was going to die wasn't he?
"Somebody help me!" He shouted out as he tore down the street, beet red in the face and puffing like he'd been running a two-day marathon. "Anybody!?"
Gideon yelped as a claw dug into his hair, tearing a large chunk of it out. "Ow! My hair!" He panicked as he skidded into an alleyway, hand's over the torn out area. It felt like his whole body was on fire, but like the back of his head had been drenched in acid.
Foot catching on a rock, he tumbled out the other side of the alleyway, finally turning to face the predator that was only a step behind him.
Pure dread trickled through his veins. The beast looked like some sort of twisted, deformed cat. It looked like it had been turned inside out – it's body red and raw, exposed muscles rippling across it's body. Organs twisted across it's body. Gideon swallowed thickly, feeling his panic rising as his eyes fell on a pumping heart. The things claws were sharpened katana blades, strong enough to balance the monsters weight on just it's paws alone.
He felt the urge to scream.
Desperately, he wished he still had some of the pages from the destroyed journals – anything would be better than nothing, surely.
An odd purring sound met his ears, the beast licking it's chops like he was a pig on a spit.
Gideon squeezed his eyes shut, fingers knotting around the key at his neck.
But the blow never came.
Instead, there was a loud bang, a strange whizzing sound slicing through the air, and then a huge thump as the monster fell to the ground.
When he peeked an eye open, the killer cat had fallen to the ground, a bullet embedded in it's visible, no longer beating, heart.
"Ah!" He shouted out, scrambling backwards away from the oozing blood. His head whipped around for the assailant. A blur of an image met his eyes.
Footsteps stopped in front of him, and he was about to get up and demand some help, but the now very intimidating gun was leveled at him.
"Gideon Gleeful," a voice from beneath a hood said. Gideon froze where he stood. The voice did not sound friendly, though it did sound intrigued. It was a voice he could swear he'd heard before, but…where? "Just what on earth are you doing here, of all places?"
"I don't need to tell you anythin'!" He bit out vehemently.
The figure bent down so they were at eye level, and his breath felt like it had been torn straight from his lungs.
Those brown eyes were just like his Mabel's – only more intense. Darker. Angrier.
"D-Dipper Pines?" He choked out in surprised. "You're still...?"
"Alive?" Dipper finished slyly as he pushed the gun heavily against the side of his head. The metal felt cold against his skull, but it was nothing compared to the fifty pound weights piling up in his gut. He didn't miss the terrifying grin that crossed Dipper's face. "I'd apologize…but scum like you doesn't deserve to be treated like a person. In fact…"
Dipper was standing not a moment later, retreating backwards severely steps. Before he even had a chance to react, to even shout, 'no', the gun went off and a pain so so much worse than having his hair ripped out had blown into his leg. He crumpled over, curling into a ball and shouting out a short scream. A hand grabbed him roughly, dumping him over his shoulder.
Dipper patted his shoulder gently. "Why don't you get some rest, Gideon? We can talk soon."
And Gideon was out like a light.
So...first chapter, done! I have a few different chapters and scenes written up at the moment, but I need to unjumble them and all. This fic is kind of a broach into unfamiliar territory...I've only really written from Dipper (and sorta Mabel's perspectives) before, and I'm not sure I've got a good grip on Gideon's character at the moment.
Reviews would be awesome - if people are keen on this, I'll keep going. If not, well, I guess I'll see!
Thanks for reading!
