Foreword- So if you didn't already know, McGucket is stAying with Soos and AbueliTa at the shack right now. He sleeps upstairs and just rediscovered his little office in the second floor down the basement, the one where The Last MaBelcorn took plAce. It's nighttime, and it seemS as if the room hasn't been toucHed since he stormed out the day he quit the project.
Everything is exactly how I left it. My little office in the shack. I stumbled in here on accident, but I could just as well be asleep on the floor upstairs. The line between dreams and reality is blurry these days. My mind is swimming, but not with the confusion that the gun left in my brain over thirty years ago. I can't believe I'm thinking these thoughts, clear as day, but my brain is perfect. It's that this room was left untouched. My old Cubix Cube even sits where I left it the night before I looked at the face of death. It seems, that my brain is jogged when something important from my memory resurfaces. And I have always been clearer at night.
Time is moving so slowly... Everything in here is coated in the dust of ages gone by, as the house has.
As Stanford has.
The night pours in through the open window. The air whispers secrets on my old face.
And then, I'm there.
The Speedy Beaver screeches to a halt in front of a bare bus stop. The woods really are beautifully mysterious here. It's a warm summer day, and the sky is as blue as it could be. Stanford is waiting there at the bus stop rather nervously, his hands tinkering with something or another. We gratefully, but somewhat awkwardly greet each other, and he explains that his little gizmo is a improved EMF Sensor. His little shack in the woods is a curious, yet cozy place, and I feel at home at once. I'm even given my own little office! (which is a step up from my garage in California.) At first I don't believe his tales of haunted doors and Kill-Billies but as the weeks pass, that changes.
Gravity Falls is the strangest place I have ever encountered. As a small farm boy from Tennessee, I guess that doesn't say much, but this little valley really is a wonder.
Stanford and I discuss quantum theory, our futures, and the probability of all the incredible things we have seen here. We enjoy each other's company, although he often retreats to his study for hours at a time. There is no one else here, but I hear voices sometimes. He's withdrawn, sleepless. Our project's plans are on schedule. I learn to cope with the unease of Gravity Falls. In fact, I'm almost comfortable with it. We visit alien spaceships.
We find haunted doors.
We run from gremloblins.
The world was so big. And yet, our project was going to make it bigger.
A Transdimensional portal. A giant structure, capable of things that man could only dream of. But this was no dream. The megastructure was a monolith, brimming with power. The plans were incredible. Unfeasible.
Insane.
I should have known. The bleeding eye. The unnaturally calm demeanor. The eyes watching the house. I may be superstitious, but the voices were there. The day I saw into the portal was the day my mind began to take it's flight. Those goddamned plans were not purely Stanford's work. They were the beginning of an unhinged mind demon's plot to control everything. And it almost worked.
Maybe it still will. I'm a man of many years, and He's not gone.
Triangulum is harder to kill than this.
They say, there's a place in the forest where the light is a little too clear. The birds do not sing and the animals give it a wide berth. The leaves are too green and the mist hangs there for too long.
The statue sleeps.
The hand beckons.
"I don't need you" he said.
At night there are voices in my head.
I'm in a room full of memories of the Dead
• A different form •
• A different time •
Author's note- BOOOOMM! THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN! I wrote it listening to sad music so maybe that helped. Or, maybe it's only good when you listen to sad music. who knows. I would definitely read some of these listening to sad music, it makes it like ten times better. I'm really not sure who I'm going to write for next, but don't worry, I will finish this. im also publishing a new threeshot soon, it's from Wendy's perspective and it's pretty lit. PLEASE GIVE MEH REVIEWS THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY AND MICH MORE LIKELY TO MAKE GOOD MATERIAL AND UPDATE SOONER! ok im done.
PSHYCHE! and because im a nerd, heres a cryptogram (which the people who were paying close attention already knew was going to happen)
URWWOVULIW WLVHMG SZEV OLMT.
hehe. I ain't abandoning that little thread. wait for it.