Sorry for the delay, I am only good at writing during the night so I've been missing some sleep so I decided to try to sleep away that exhaustion but then I got sick and I was like dangit I can't write since I was in pain kind of sick but no worries, it wasn't Corona so I'm okay!
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Constructive Criticism is always welcomed
Now I don't own Gravity Falls, I only own what I own so I hope you enjoy this chapter
Chapter 7
I didn't know where I was when I woke up, immediately confusion filled me as my eyes scanned my surroundings. It was hard to see the dark but I was convinced I was in the forest by myself. I don't know how I got there nor why I was here and I got up and a sudden rush of dizziness hit and I pressed myself against the hard bark that brushed roughly against my skin and I flinched.
"How did I get here...and why can't I remember?" I muttered, and I noticed how oddly quiet the woods were, and I wondered whether it was normal or not and I stumbled forward, stepping on a branch, hearing it snap under my weight. I ignored it and kept forward only to hear a sudden noise from my right and I turned swiftly, staring warily at it, unsure whether if it was just me or a wild animal venturing out for its next meal, fear gripped me as I held my breath before a dark figure pulled themselves forward. It was, as I recognize, a tall man who revealed himself, his face shadowed and unrecognizable to me, and I nearly breathed a sigh of relief seeing another human being, wondering if he was a local that could guide me out of here, though a clench of discomfort filled me trusting a stranger to help me and then a sudden gust of wind blew causing tree branches to ruffle their leaves as if in warning me, feeling the brown strands of my hair falling into my eyes as a question popped into my head.
Why is he here out so late?
"Hello...?" I whispered softly as I backed away, unsure of his character, he didn't respond at all, he only stood there, as if observing me like a strange creature and I shiver crossed me as I felt something slid down my back, I sent a quick glance seeing nothing, my heart pounded in my ears and I could hear my mind crying out at me to get away, I didn't listen and only watched him, suddenly he began approaching closer to me, causing alarm in me and I breathed out shakily as with each step closer, the more I realized how much of a giant he is, stuttering out, "...Y-You're scaring me.."
I could feel the hair on my arms stand at ends and I just realized with a start at how quiet his footsteps were despite how quick his steps were, his hand reaching out to me and before he could touch me, I turned away, slipping a little in my sudden attempt at getting away and I ran, adrenaline filling me and I didn't turn in fears that if I look back, he would be suddenly a step behind me and in my attempt to make sure I stayed as far away from him, hoping to keep the distance between us growing, never pausing to take an easy breathe even when I felt like my lungs were being ripped apart as my mind screamed danger, that I need to get away but a moment of confusion hit me as I noticed that I didn't hear anything behind me and for a moment I wondered if he was even following me, and I decided it might be worth it to risk a glance behind me, only to not see anyone on my trail and for a moment, I hoped that I somehow lost him. I sighed, relief filling me, not understanding why I felt so scared despite losing him. I turned back, and my eyes widened as I met a familiar face. The moment my eyes had laid on him standing in front of me, a blood curdling scream was ripped out of my throat, disturbing the night air.
He loomed over me and I tried to get away only for his hand to grab onto my hair tightly, pulling me back to him and I cried out, "I really love your pretty brown hair...it's so soft.." he purred.
Someone please..help me...!
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Earlier that day...
Two girls stood side by side, wearing black gowns to express mourning and listening quietly as the priest muttered and gave religious scriptures towards the crowd in honor of Devon's life and the tragedy that was his death. Tears marked the cheeks of the taller of girls while the blonde stared blankly out into the blue sky of Gravity Falls. It didn't feel right for a day of mourning to be so bright and sunny, although Pacifica doesn't feel much for his death despite at one considering him at most a friend, only discomfort at the idea of another person dying and despair in seeing the pain that filled Jenny's gaze. The said girl only gripped Pacifica's hand tightly as she desperately blink back the tears that threatened to fall once again and she let out a heavy breath, looking down at the crowd of people and for a moment, Jenny parted her lips as if she wanted to say something but closed it and then she let her brown eyes met blue eyes and a whisper left her as she stared down at the ground as if ashamed, "...I hate him so much."
Surprised flickered across Pacifica's face before confusion settled on it, staying quiet, waiting for her to continue what she desired to say to her, "I hate him so much for what he did..." She repeated, voice cracking as tears fell down his cheeks, "I'm so sorry that I dragged you here...I just...I didn't know who else...I'm so sorry..."
A sob left her throat as she stared into her eyes pleadingly as if begging for forgiveness and a small tense smile pulled across Pacifica's lips and she whispered back, "It's okay...I'm here for you."
"I'm a bad friend, I shouldn't even be here...I just wish I could understand or see what made him became like this and then for him to die..." Jenny choked out, clenching her eyes shut, taking calming breaths, inhaling and exhaling.
"You're not a bad friend, it's okay..." She reassured softly as she returned her gaze ahead of her.
"...I'm sorry to ask of you..but could...could...you do me a favor?" She begged softly, her eyes now downcast, "..please? It's okay if you say no...I'd understand..."
"Sure...what's the favor...?" Pacifica agreed, not tearing her gaze from the closed casket, it was a dark shade of a mix between red and brown, which could only be called maroon, she waited for her to gather her nerves to ask what she wanted and she could feel the grip on her hand tightened.
"...His father gave me Devon's Diary..." She started hesitantly, her voice now tired as she rubbed at her eyes, her eyes never left the ground before her, Pacifica didn't answer. She was too focused on watching the casket being lowered into the ground, to be buried forever and to not be opened ever again. She watched as cement filled the ground before dirt was thrown on top of it and Jenny continued, "...Can you...Can you read it with me?"
Jenny waited patiently as Pacifica hummed her agreement, "I can do that..." She said, shrugging it off, her eyes far off, "Maybe I'll see the Devon you knew."
Jenny sent a worried glance to her friend before looking down, appreciation blooming inside her as she whispered, "Thank you...I know I'm being selfish...But Thank you."
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Dipper pressed his face into his arms, dark circles lining underneath his eyes as he looked down at the gold that glinted off the book as it laid lazily on the ground, the house was quiet as he could feel the absence of Mabel, the only sounds that he could were the quiet shuffling of the employees that walked the grounds of the place he called home. He got up and bent down to pick up the book he had thrown earlier in his frustrations and he stood up straight only to move shakily on his feet as spots danced around in his vision. He closed his eyes as he held himself on to the desk and he breathed out as he felt a moment of weakness leave him. He felt tired, but he felt that he couldn't sleep and he hid the book in a hidden compartment in his suitcase and locked it before he left the room.
An old man greeted him cheerfully as he passed him, "Hello Master Pines," he was one of the many that worked under Stan, he was in charge of the estate mostly when Stan wasn't around, before Dipper and his sister, Mabel arrived at the estate. Dipper didn't pay him much mind, his only indicator of hearing was a slight nod before he left the grounds to head the busy streets of Gravity falls, a place mingled with the common folk and little to none that would be considered high class but a few which could easily be spotted without thinking based on how they held themselves compared to those on the lower totem pole who were more relaxed in posture and lack little care in appearances other than what they deemed comfortable. The town people barely noticed nor recognized Dipper as he wore a hoodie to hide his face as while his fame has their pros, they also have their cons which he often found inconvenient whenever he wishes to venture out and scout himself, while his sister Mabel often liked to bask in the attention. She rather welcomes it and exchanges pleasantries and claws her hearts into the people. She was great at charming people and putting them under her thumb, escaping suspicion easily. It was her talent, and something she prided herself on, how much the common folk adored her as if she was a god and the rich wanted to keep her pleased. Dipper never thought anything much of their attention. He would prefer pure fear and respect for his power rather than love and adoration. Their desire to touch him makes his skin crawl and their need to crowd around him expressing their awe made him cringe. He wanted them to stay at a distance, to bask in his glory from afar, shaking at the thought that he could struck them down at any moment. Dipper's thoughts suddenly stopped as he found himself in front of a little shack that sat as if waiting for the wind to blow it away.
Disgust slipped inside at the sight of it, he almost looked away from it and walked away before the sight of platinum blond hair, interest pulled Dipper towards the boy that stood with a familiar book almost too large in his small hands. The book was almost an exact replica like his own that he hid at home a smile crawled on to his face as he pulled his hoodie down to reveal a friendly expression on his face, although forced, he wanted the boy to not be cautious of him, despite human interactions to not be his forte, he wasn't incapable to be charming and captivating, He just prefer to watch from the background and manipulate.
"Excuse me..." Dipper watched as the boy jumped and slammed the book shut, a glimpse of golden hands glinted off the cover as he pushed it hurriedly into his own hoodie, to Dipper's amusement at his amateur attempts of hiding the book he was almost sure was one of the books that he wanted to find and somehow this kid in front of him found it, maybe he could be useful to him.
The Boy turned around, his big blue-grey eyes stared up at Dipper, freckles dusting the flustered boy as his eyes suddenly widened and flickered downwards to the ground, his hands in front of his chest as he fiddle with the strings hanging off his pastel blue hoodie and he step back as if afraid. Dipper only raised an eyebrow to that, recognizing the discomfort as the boy stuttered nervously, "...Yes."
Dipper almost felt pleased at the obvious way he backed away, he almost felt like he was interacting with a little bunny that could try to get away at the slightest movements he might make and he didn't let the smile drop from his face, "I'm Dipper Pines, I noticed you were reading a book that I thought must be very interesting as a little guy like you've found yourself reading it."
The boy flinched at the mention of the book which Dipper noticed and found entertaining, and watched as the boy immediately squeaked out, which made Dipper wonder if a mouse would be a better description of the boy instead, "I wasn't reading a book! I just was sitting down...here..doing stuff..." He lied lamely as he struggled to piece together something convincing.
Dipper only stared at him in silence, causing the boy to fidget nervously as if he wanted to immediately run away from his presence, before he broke the silence, "Is that so?" He hummed, causing the boy to relax slightly, "I must've been mistaken...what's your name?"
The boy sighed in relief and the boy seemingly hesitantly offered up his name as he continued looking downwards, "My name is...Gideon," He muttered.
"Gideon...what?" He waited, wondering why the boy already seemed so wary and cautious of him, usually whenever people realize it was him, they become eager to please and treated him like he was the best person they'll ever meet in their life, if he asked them to jump, he almost was certain they'd jump without hesitation.
"...Gleeful, I'm Gideon Gleeful..." Gideon answered, discomfort obvious, Dipper wondered if the thought of giving up a fake name ever crossed the small boy's little head but he shrugged the thought off, all he knew he should keep on an eye on the boy and find a way to completely confirm whether it was one of the Books that he'll need for his future plans, but for now, he'll make Gideon live in a false sense of security and if anything, if he feels the boy was a real threat. He'd just kill him.
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Pacifica sat beside Jenny quietly, watching as her friend looked through the Diary of the boy who was now dead to the world and never will be coming back, for some reason, Pacifica felt almost guilty by the feeling of relief that he's gone and would unable to hurt her again or try to, but she didn't dare voice it in fear of hurting her friend, but she let the feeling be her tiny secrets watch her friend read hungrily the little book that laid on her lap. Pacifica watched the expressions that crossed her face ranging from concern, anger, disturbed until a confused look on her face appeared, "What...?" she whispered and she looked at Pacifica, "Can you look this up?"
Pacifica picked up the book and sat on the computer, she looked at the site link that stared back at her, confusion was on her face " ?" she questioned as she began typing, Jenny nodded quietly and pressed enter, only to see a website popped up on the computer screen, "what is that even supposed to mean...?" Pacifica muttered, "Is this...a forum?"
Jenny stared at her computer screen as she read the main page of the site before looking at one of the things that were on the side, she accidentally knocked against Pacifica causing her to slip and clicked on one of the links on the page that led them to a random forum, "Sorry.. didn't mean to.." Jenny apologized as Pacifica only stared at the page in front of her in silence, barely acknowledging Jenny, "What the hell...?"
Jenny looked at her friend in surprise, she doesn't curse as much of the others, she prefers to leave all sense of vulgarity to Jenny despite joining in her antics at times, following her line of sight, she looks at the title of the site and disturbed look crosses her face.
[Blackpill] We should intimidate women more often..
The two girls read the page, uncomfortable as they continued down the post, "Foid? Is that supposed to be what they call women? They...they can't be serious?" Jenny muttered as Pacifica stayed silent in her seat, the girl didn't like anything she read but she couldn't help how her eyes were glued to the site, she wondered how many boys are on here, how many guys in the town truly believes in this stuff, how many of them ever looked at her disdainfully just because she was a girl? and suddenly she brushed the ideas off, she refused to let that belief cause her to feel distrust the men of this town, since they all haven't shown anything but kindness to her so far, so she'll judge them by their actions and anything they do today because then that'd mean that there are more Devons in this town. Devon is dead so there shouldn't be more Devons, and she doesn't care about his intentions. He still hurt her and broke her trust.
Jenny only stared before taking over and opening another tab and searching the term Incel only to scoff, "so they hate women cause they can't get fucking laid...?" she seethed in anger, "How is any of that is a women's fault that they didn't wanna put out to creeps that only see them obviously as objects? Is this this shit Devon was into?!"
Pacifica only returned quietly to site and clicked on another link.
[Ragefuel]
Pacifica didn't even glance at the rest of the title as discomfort settled at how she reads them bash women for their fantasies and although it made her uncomfortable at the kind of interests some older women seem to be interested, she didn't think it deserves them to be attacked for it and use it as a reason to accuse women of being hypocrites. She clicked out once again and went on another link which led to a line of threads which she read through, ignoring as Jenny picked up Devon's book and reading through it angrily, her eyes wet as she appeared desperately to find something, Pacifica was unsure of what, but she kept her attention, she couldn't describe the emotions she felt as she scroll, disturbed, pity, and discomfort, some were hateful and racist, some were depressed and looking for obvious support but in the wrong place and others were angry and entitled, or all of the above, she wondered which one was Devon and for a moment she decided to leave he site and never look at it again, only to be surprised as she saw something different than the usual post and clicked on it.
[JFL] Gamer girls have been extremely sexualized...
She didn't understand any of the terms that they used but she thought this topic was unique and maybe not all of them are bad, unfortunately she was stand corrected with the line of messages that followed, all of them simply blaming women for their problems, calling the poster names and telling the shut up, it was disturbing to her at how much of the messages were like that and she wondered why any woman would join this site and why they'd post there if they poster was a woman. She didn't think about it again, already wanting to just go back to a time she didn't know about this kinda thing, because she knows that there's good in the world and wants to continue to experience the many good things there are in this world. Pacifica got up from the chair and closed the tabs on the laptop and softly said, "I'm going home..."
Jenny only whispered, "Okay..."
Jenny watched as Pacifica left and the girl wondered to herself if maybe she was to blame for the person Devon become, maybe if she noticed sooner, maybe if she wasn't so self-centered, maybe if she saw the signs of his feelings, his thoughts, the person he was turning to, the person she never thought he would turn to, and she wondered if he ever written anything about her or Pacifica on the site. She didn't want to find out, really she didn't, so she closed the book, refusing to sign in through the written username and password in his book, she wanted to cry again for the friend she lost long ago, even before he died because the person she knew wouldn't have talked nor think about any girl that way and think he has any right over them. She wished again that she really could turn back time.
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Mabel only watched him from afar, she didn't really know what to think or say about what he was doing, other than to know that he was deranged, more so than her and she giggled, wondering if she have the right to call him such or whether if it made her a hypocrite or not, what she did know that she should get rid of him as soon as possible, his obsession with her truly disgust her. She only saw him as someone to toy around with and utilize him for all his uses, and the more she follows him around and watches his every action or as her brother would prefer to say, keep an eye on him, she realized he reminded her a lot of her mother, before she died an untimely death, the only difference is that she didn't kill anyone, not that she knew of any that she did, but no, Mabel is pretty confident the woman never directly killed someone, indirectly is highly possible with the kind of person she was, and she knew if he's anything like her mother despite his obsession with death and her, then he would soon enough begin following her like a lost puppy before it becomes borderline stalking and intense jealousy. She did notice that Wilton didn't look favorable to her brother, which she felt weirdly enough that the man rather than hate him, that he was Jealous of Dipper, for what, she's not completely sure but she does have an idea of it, and she's rather not sure how to think that he considers her twin a romantic rival or maybe he went deeper than that. She wasn't sure, and she won't think too deeply on it but continue to watch him stalk his prey, it's a shame she'd have to get rid of him, he really did have his uses, maybe Dipper would know the best way to utilize him before he dies.
She figures she'd find out soon enough when she sees him later tonight.
Mabel continued to watch him leave his room with a shrine filled with pictures of her, "I'll be heading off to see you my love..." He whispered as he caressed one of her pictures which he somehow took without her noticing. She wondered if she should work on her spatial awareness, between her brother and her, her brother is better at noticing his surroundings, and it makes her wonder if he noticed that he took pictures of her or whether if he was too tired to notice at the moment with how little sleep he's been getting lately. She felt doubtful. She watched as he exited, noting he didn't have parents and she wondered if he was an orphan, before shrugging it off. Wilton went on a long path with more trees than the other parts of the forest, slowly, the sun disappeared into the horizons and Wilton stood behind a tree staring down the back of a young girl, she wore a large sweater that covered her thighs and wearing dark denim jeans, Mabel noted with an eyebrow raised, the girl also had brown hair that was similar enough in shade and pretty wide brown eyes scanning the surrounding area, she found it interesting to note that appeared to already be waiting for someone it seems, but who, Mabel wasn't sure, and she continued to wait for something.
Mabel wondered whether Wilton targeted the girl because she looked similar enough to her in appearance with their hair and eye shape and face shape being the same but that's all where the similarities ended. She had a different posture, different nose with freckles spotting her face and innocence lit her face, with a large grin that Mabel never would have on her face. She doesn't remember a time she, herself, ever smiled that big before, jealousy almost clinging to her.
One thing though, Mabel could only describe the girl as bright that hasn't seen anything horrible in her life and seemed to be naive enough to wait for someone by herself without anyone to make sure it was safe with her, and Wilton pulled out a rag from his pockets, and she wondered if she should stop him, but she didn't move, she didn't lift a finger and she realized she hated that girl. A girl she never knew in her life, Mabel hated her and envied her. She was an image of someone she could never be in this lifetime, of everything she lost, from her innocence and the years she should've looked forward to in her life but never did and never will and she turned away after watching the letter fall from her small slender hands that look so much like hers that it made her blood boil in anger and she hope he made her suffer. She turned away, ignoring the obvious struggling and his voice whispering in an attempt to calm and sooth the stranger's panic. Mabel let her mind danced towards her brother as she bit her thumb, trying to calm herself, not caring as blood dripped down her hand and only wondered whether her brother was at home or was he exploring the town and if anything caught his fancy and then a pleased smile crawled on to her face as she realized something. Mabel definitely had something that the girl didn't have and would never have in this lifetime. She didn't have Dipper. She never would have Dipper.
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End Of Chapter 7
The incel stuff is kinda based off real posts and stuff so yeah
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