Uhm... hi there. I have never made a story on this platform, but, uh... yeah.So, this story is going to be set when the Mystery Twins are eighteen. Due to some family bis that I'm too tired to think of right now, they haven't been able to return to Gravity Falls until now. I've rambled long enough, let's get this started. (sorry if this sucks, I'm starting at 3 AM)Finally back... it barely feels any different... but I know it is.
Dipper Pines, age eighteen, was staring out of the attic window, sitting in its seat with his knees pulled up to his chest. It felt weird, sitting there without a constant sense of dread hanging over his shoulders. It was probably because the triangle demon was gone, stuck back in his own dimension... at least that's what Dipper hoped.
Despite what others were led to believe, Dipper didn't actually hate the demon-- didn't even dislike him! They could have almost been called friends. The demon would float around in his dreams, giving him little cryptic clues to things he was worried about... Sleeping hasn't been the same for the past six years...
Now, don't get him wrong, Dipper did not agree with Weirdmageddon. he never would have been happy living that way. The thing is, he blamed himself for Weirdmageddon. When he and the demon had been... whatever they were, he had begrudgingly agreed to stay out of trouble and not try for world domination as long as Dipper didn't continue to look into him and his weaknesses. That was all fine and dandy. That is, until Ford returned to their dimension, telling Dipper all about his incidents with the demon. Dipper, in confusión and slight anger, talked to Bill that night, demanding to know what in the hell was up with that story. The demon, of course, was defensive and evasive. He7 continuously brought up that Dipper swore not to ask about him. Dipper said that it was only trying to figure out if he could trust him at all and what in the world he actually wanted from him. Arguing turned to yelling and yelling turned to almost fighting before the demon left in a huff, only to be seen again later on, beginning his way to Weirdmageddon.
Dipper shook his head, trying to not think about it. When Ford had zapped him out of Stan's mind, Dipper had wondered what would happen to the demon. he hoped that he just got sent back to his own dimension, but... deep down, he knew that what happened was most likely much, much worse...
"Dipping Sauce! Come down here! We're about to bust out the cards! Grunkle Stan taught me some new chea- strategies!" Mabel, Dipper's twin sister, called from downstairs. Dipper sighed, slowly pulling himself up from the window. He hasn't really been the same since Weirdmageddon. The therapist his family made him see says that he's depressed and it's catalyzed by his anxiety, but he isn't so sure. He just feels like something is missing from his life, causing him to have little to no enthusiasm from day to day. Everything was bland and grey... normal, as some would say.
Slowly, Dipper made his way downstairs, taking a seat at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. He wasn't always one for the stuff, but it was just about the only way to get energy anymore. Sleep didn't really work anymore. Without the dream demon intervening and talking to him in his sleep, all he had was night terrors. NighIt terrors led to less and less sleep. Eventually, he was diagnosed with sleep paralysis. His life was fucked without that demon.
His life was fucked without Bill Cipher.
"Hey, Bro-Bro? You alive in there?" Mabel spoke, waving her hand in front of his face, her pet pig, Waddles, rubbing against his leg, letting out a snort. Mabel looked a bit concerned, but it was easily dismissed with a fake smile and a nod. Faking a smile had become second nature to Dipper. Sad, but true. "Ready to play? We're doing it in the living room today cuz Wendy, Soos, Melody, and Pacifica are joining us tonight! We've got a full house!" she exclaimed, pulling him into the living room to see all of the affornentiomed faces plus Grunkle Stan and Great Uncle Ford. Dipper sighed.
Let's get this over with...
Sorry if this sucks. Im goimg to bed, itd four in the morning.