Surprise-Surprise! I've updated~ I know, absolutely shocking
Besides the point, hope fully someone out there interest will be piqued and they'll enjoy the story, anyways let moi~ begin~
Re-edit: 04/18/2020
Chapter 1
Drip…
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From an unknown source, water fell into the darkness of the room, eagerly disturbing the silence, before a sudden creak, for a moment seemed to cause the pause into the constant connection the liquid made to the and a voice whimpers into the silence, "...Please...let me go…" they rasped, begging as a door clicked shut, "I won't tell anyone...I promise, please.."
As if relieved to know the interruption , and preferring to follows the laws of Gravity, the quiet sound persist in the background.
Drip…
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The click of heels echoed through the room, descending down cemented stairs, a soft song left their lips as they headed towards their destination, and without a second to spare towards the now sobbing voice, panicked and desperate chains shook in fear, clacking against themselves in a desperate plea for help, suddenly blue light flashed across the walls, and candles lit themselves, the blue flames dancing around as if to steady themselves as they revealed the two figures, one at the end of the staircase, a smile dancing on to her lips as a cold gaze locked on to the sniveling man on the ground, a sadistic glee that played in her as she tilted her head, biting her lips as she placed her hands underneath her chin as if in thought.
"What...should I do with you?" she asked to herself aloud.
"Please…" The young man begged as tears fell from his eyes helplessly as he stared into the empty eyes of Mabel, a monster, he would call her, but he knew his escape is impossible as the only way he could be free is if she had a sudden change of heart, but he closed his eyes as he knew it impossible as she was the predator and he was her prey, and a predator never left their prey alive and intact.
"...I should really invest in fixing the pipes down here…" she said softly, her gaze fixated on him as if waiting for his response but he knew better than to answer, she didn't expect anything from him, in her eyes, they aren't equals and she was only observing him as if he was a rare specimen she couldn't figure out. Currently, she would more than likely find different ways to play around with him, break him, torture him, and he stared at the ground, giving his silence as an answer, feeling suddenly too tired to beg and possibly change her mind, and somehow save himself to be free from this demon disguised as a teenage girl. He shivered as he only saw her smile widen showing her teeth. It seemed unnatural. He could only hear droplets of water hitting the ground as if to mock him. When was the last time he had water?
Drip…
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"You lasted a lot longer than the others," she said softly as she pulled out a pair of white gloves, "...I'm honestly impressed"
Drip…
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He swallowed, his tongue dry and he curled into himself, a shudder ran through him as he felt the glove touch his face, she was on her knees, and she brushed dirty blonde hair from his face as if he was glass, treating him kindly for one second, his heart skipped as she lifted his face to meet her eyes, "It's a shame I can't bring you with me..." she whispered softly, "You were my favorite out of all my toys..."
Another tear fell down his face, the only sounds he could heart was his heart beat speeding up, her soft breathing and the droplets falling against the ground violently, in a way, he felt like he was being warn, and he closed his eyes.
Drip…
Drip…
Drip...
That was the last thing he heard as inhumane like screams were ripped out from his throat, stealing the silence of the room.
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An old man, sitting on a large chair made of leather adjusted his glasses that sat on his nose comfortably while he was sorting through the morning newspaper, he rubbed his eyes tired as he slowly found himself trying to distract himself from the thoughts of those he lost, of the pressure of not knowing who to trust in a small town known as Gravity Falls, ever since his brother disappeared to who knows where, he found himself more lonely than not, and he sighed before turning on the Television in hopes for at least some good new to start his day only to hear the reporter, a popular young reporter by the name of Andrea Stone started hurriedly, "...Missing man by the name of Conner Stanley found after months of searching—Dead, his corpse left in an abandoned warehouse in a warehouse in South Carolina," He paused, disappointed but still listened, "He was reported missing when several of his friends were not able to get in contact with the young man for weeks, supposedly he had ran away, leaving his diary claiming to be tired of his abusive home life situation and his desire to get away...both parents were already found guilty, with the evidence of abuse on their younger children leading to them being sent to foster care…"
He switched the channel as he heard that, scratching his eyes as a feeling he stepped down on years ago returned to him and for a moment, he wondered how the twins were doing, and as if it was fate, and they appeared in a commercial, identical in every way but their gender and a birthmark that was forever imprinted on the forehead of one of them, wide grins stretched across their face, which he immediately could tell were fake and he wondered for a moment if they were happy and his hand suddenly shook as he turned off the TV immediately, his eyes misty and he placed his face in his hands, a memory flashing back to two young children. He should've known.
Their Messy, tangled hair, underweight, clothes that 3 times their size hanging off thin shoulders, looking identical with both sporting short hair, bruises...so many bruises—
"Ley...Stan?!" A voice interrupted the memory and he snapped back in to reality, he let out a shaky breathe as he forced the tears back and took a deep inhale, and he rubbed his face carefully.
A concerned face stared back at him when he looked in the direction of the voice, "Yes, Brenda?"
She flushed, "I apologize, Mr. Pines, but I just wanted to remind you that you have a meeting in an hour with …"
He nodded tiredly, he cut off, "Is that all?"
"N-no, Sir," She continued, "You also got this letter from...California"
He paused, "Who.. is it from," he asked, swallowing thickly, his nerves beginning to rise.
"From Mr Dipper and Mabel Pines…" she said politely.
He got up and took it from her immediately, before heading upstairs, he entered his office, a grey room that held a tower of paper work on its desk which was thrown off, being replaced by the letter, "Dipper….Mabel…" he whispered as he tenderly opened the letter, reading its contents slowly, and reread it again, two separate letters in one envelope from them individually and he chuckled softly as he remembered the way they used to always combine everything they did together no matter what.
"It's been so long…" he whispered before he took out a phone and texted his employee a message to prepare one of the biggest rooms in the mansion and add an extra bed to it for it.
Dear Grunkle Stan,
It has been so long since we've been giving the chance to reacquaint ourselves, Dipper and I, dearly missed your caring presence, we've decided it is time for us to return to where our home truly is, and it is with you, I hope to find you in good health when we arrived, it'd be a shame to come to find out you were sick without any fair warnings, you know how much my brother and I hate things being kept from us, however to keep this short as my brother would complain if I took too much room, the baby he is sometimes, but what can you expect from little brothers. We will be coming down in a week or two, hopefully prepare our rooms and preferably id like to share a room with my brother, Of course.
Your loving grand-niece,
Mabel Pines
Dear Stanley Pines,
I would like to forewarn you of our visit to Gravity Falls in a week or Two in advance, Mabel most likely have shared our preferred room arrangements already in her own letter, and I hope to find you in good health, it would be a shame if you weren't, please do tell us how you've been and what you've been busying yourself with, I'd like to be entertained as much as we will be entertaining you with our adventures, I do also would like to know that Gravity Falls is still the same as always as when we last saw it.
Yours sincerely,
Mason Pines
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A knock on the door interrupted him mumbling quietly under his breathe as he read a peculiar page, his glimmering with greed and slight obsession and he sighed, he looked away from it, to sees his sister walking in immediately without waiting for a response, he raised an eyebrow in question as irritation grew at her obvious dismay of his privacy, "...come in," he muttered as he turned towards her, leaning his head on to her hand.
"Grunkle Stan replied to our letter." She answered simply, place the envelope into her brother's lap, he stared down at it for a moment before ripping the letter open with a lazy wave of his hand, his eyes glimmering as it hovered up to eye level, opened easily for him to read, his eyes scanning the page before a quirk in the corner of his lips gave off a smiles.
"He accepted our request to stay with him," he stated quietly, "I guess he still believes that he could help us."
She nodded before dropping beside her brother, snatching the letter out of his hand, reading with an amused snort leaving her, "How heartwarming." she dropped it in the trash can, wiping her face of any expression, her gaze lingering onto the discarded letter before walking away, refusing to look back at both her brother and the letter that sat forlornly mixed in with the many trash and unneeded things, plans of preparing to pack for the trip to a place they haven't seen since they were 12.
Mason sighed, his gaze drifting towards the letter, before shutting his eyes and blackened pieces of papers jumped in the air, as blue flames burned the trash viciously without hesitations, dancing around before it died down, leaving only ashes behind. He closed the book and compartmentalize the many objects in his room, shrinking the things he find necessary and important to him.
He left the room letting everything to pack itself and setting themselves to order, and he held the book to his chest, walking passed one of the large windows that stood proudly, revealing the sky and the cities that stared back at him, the burst of colors that painted the sky as the sun bid its goodbye, fading into darkness. He turned away as he stepped away, his footsteps echoes back into his ears, he could see his reflection staring back and he continued walking forward. He wonders how much gravity falls could've change, if it did change at all, whether they'd find what they were looking for and if they would be successful in their endeavors. The words of Stan whispered quietly in his ear as he disappeared into the room.
The letter from Stan:
Dear Dipper Mabel,
You are always welcome to stay with me at anytime, you are like the son and daughter I've never had the pleasure of having and your living arrangements are already being set and prepared, if you need anything, please let me know, and to answer your question, I am doing well, strong and healthy, so not a day closer to death! And, yes, dipper, Gravity Falls is still the same, the only difference is people have grown older and changed.
Can't wait to see you,
Your Grunkle Stan
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End Of Chapter 1
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