Disclaimer: Well, at the end of the day, the results show that this next chapter was going to be about Gail entering Gravity Falls instead of Elaine. The second chapter will be guardian angel Elaine and demon Bill, and the last will be Elaine winding up in the past with a younger Stan and Ford. The next poll of what I should do next will be after these three ideas are posted.

foxchick1: Thanks for your opinion!

StoriesUnleashed: I'll keep your votes in mind! With Elaine, Stan, and Ford, there's a lot of potential chapters there.

RainbowCelin: No kidding. He didn't even make an appearance in this chapter! She will interact with Bill, but probably not the Henchmaniacs. The reason is she's four years younger than her sister, and way too pure and innocent for what Elaine's 'friends' stand for.

Guest: Alright. I'll keep that in mind.

Luckygurrl12: I can imagine this weird tension between her and Bill, and some creepy flirting going on. Oh, and if you can't already figure it out, guess who's guardian angel she belongs to?

grapejuice101: ASAP isn't going to happen as much as I would like. Danganronpa and Bendy come before this, as the anthology is a side project to keep me invested in GF until I get the editing done on GFA.

Hourglass Cipher: Well, I wouldn't say it's a lot, but for a first chapter I'm pretty happy.

QueenKara671: Everyone focuses on all the other characters. The Henchmaniacs don't get as much spotlight. Plus, I just really love Pyronica. She's my fave to write, and I love her personality.

Nina EverBlade: Did you mean the second chapter was beautiful? Because the first was Elaine passing out from her injuries.

PoisonCupcake101: True. Rick and Morty have so many references in GF, and vice versa. When it comes time to write the chapters involving Elaine travelling with Ford across the multiverse, Rick has a very good chance of making an appearnace.

Jerzu: Thank you!

"Speaking"

Thinking

"Mr. Pines! Mr. Pines, are you in here?" I poked my head around the corner of the room, and smiled nervously up at the man trying to set up a new attraction with a monkey's dead body glued to a fish butt. He had informed me that before the twins showed up, he wanted to add some new pieces to the Mystery Shack. Nothing too major, but something that would catch people's attention.

Stan sat down the taxidermy, and turned around to face me."Yeah? What is it, kid? That leg still bothering you?" I blushed, glancing down at said leg. He must've seen me favoring my left more, having been putting more weight on it instead. Yeah... a little, actually.

When I had awoken in the Shack, I was... confused. I wasn't at home, snuggling with my body pillow and dreaming. Instead, I was with a broken left leg, several burns and scratches along my entire body, and a severe headache. My appendage was placed in a rough looking cast, as Stan seemed insistent on not bringing me to a hospital, and had let me remain there until we could figure out a way to get me home.

But how exactly... did one get home when you weren't even from this dimension? And when you couldn't clearly tell your unofficial guardian where you came from, other than you weren't from this country?

It had taken me far too long for my liking until I came to the conclusion I was in Gravity Falls. By then, I was... not really in tears. I was more on trying to wrap my head around it. Dimensional travel was always something she was interested in. We both had our love of the supernatural and paranormal, but I was more into the fantasy side of it. Fairy folk, mermaids, sprites, brownies. All of that was my thing. While my sister was more into ghosts, monsters of all types like goblins and ogres, and demons. Specifically, the demon from the show I was trapped in.

She liked Bill Cipher's character design. How his personality was built, what his goals were. She was... weird like that. Why else would I had gone and bought her that pine tree hat for her seventeenth birthday? Now though...

Now I was dragged across the multiverse not too long before I could give it to her.

"Yeah, but that's not I came here for." I walked over, hands behind my back. "I, uh... got you this." I brought my arms to the front, holding a small dark red gift bag with golden tissue paper sticking out at the top. Stan's eyes widened, and he took it from me. I wasn't sure if it was the fact I had given him a present, or because the colors I had chosen corresponded with the journals.

"Gail, what is...?"

"Happy birthday, Stan." I said, smiling. It was only hours before their bus arrived, and... and it seemed right to not have this day only focused on Dipper and Mabel, but on him too. An odd sound left him, possibly a chuckle or a choked gasp, and he sat it down on the table next to the dead animal to look inside. Setting the paper on the left of the present, Stan pulled out a large bag of toffee peanuts from inside. It wasn't too hard to buy them. I had convinced Wendy to take me to the mall so I could buy them. I didn't have money, but Stan was willing to pay me for helping out around the shop. Plus, the snack wasn't that expensive. His head looked from the bag of haunting color choices, to the food, and finally back to me. My smile was soft, gentle, and I brushed a strand of my dark brown hair out of my eyes. "Do you... like it?"

Stan sat the sweet treat down, turned around, and I squeaked as I was pulled into a rather tight hug. "Hehe. I love it, kiddo." Not because it was his favorite candy, but because who knew the last time someone celebrated his birthday. After all, when Stan remembered today... it was just another year without his brother.

He didn't know I already knew about Ford, and maybe he suspected something with the maroon and gold, but I liked the idea I had. "You're welcome," I said. Stan let go, and ruffled the top of my head, sending my waist length hair askew.

"Alright, now go get ready. Their bus should be here in about three hours." I nodded, and with a final grin, I slipped back out of the display area and headed to the living room. I threw myself into the couch, sinking into the worn fabric and feeling the stuffing of the cushions. As the old springs creaked under me, I shoved my arm under the left seat, and pulled out a small book.

A brown leather notebook, with a strip of leather that wrapped around it to tie it. Taking the pen out of my jean shorts, I began jotting down today's events. "Heh. I really take after you, don't I, Ellie?" She really liked writing down her discoveries in the forest, nature, and... everything, really. She never hid anything from her journal. Me? I chose to keep a diary. Mine was purely based on events happening, and not 'scientific' exploits.

"I wonder what they're like," I mused, pausing to tap the top of my pen against the corner of my mouth. Dipper and Mabel. Were they similar to what the cartoon showed? Sighing, I snapped the book shut and stuffed it away. I... I missed her. I missed my sister. Wh-why was I even brought to a different dimension? A world based on her favorite cartoon? Was it a joke? An experiment gone wrong? She would have been the most likely choice, not me.

I... I even made it clear, days before this happened. One of my last memories before it all went black, was telling her that if the multiverse theory was real, then I wanted no part in it. I wanted to stay there, with my family. I was so... homesick. I cried for hours once Stan left me alone to get ready for bed. I had shoved my head into my pillow, letting my tears stain the cloth covering it.

Wendy was nice in trying to cheer me up. She had scavenged some old clothing that didn't fit her anymore for me to wear, since everything I wore wasn't fit to wear. Jean shorts with a frayed hole on the right leg, black sneakers, an orange tank top, and a dark green zippered hoodie that was too big for me. A brown patch was on the left arm around the elbow, covering a hole that Wendy said was caused from a tree branch. She reminded me of a more relaxed, cooler, and taller version of Ellie. Then again, most teens I know are taller than her.

I didn't deny the small amused smile that came with that thought, letting me cheer up slightly. The sound of the floorboards creaked, and I lifted my head towards the door I came through. Stan stood there, surveying my conflicted face that mirrored his almost exactly a few minutes ago. Without a word, he came in and sat down beside me. Wrapping an arm around me and letting my head slump against his chest, I inhaled the smell of aftershave. Thanks, Stan. Thanks for... this. "This... this is going to be an interesting summer, isn't it?"

"You bet it will be," Stan replied. His response was short, but it was much needed. I didn't need any massive talk, I just needed someone to be there. To be there, and... relate to me. We've both lost our siblings, and they were worlds away. Neither of us had to speak. Right now... this was enough. "Now let's just hope those two won't be as big of a handful as you are."

Really? I was the handful? Oho, Stan, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into.

Happy birthday Alex Hirsch! And... happy belated birthday Gravity Falls. It's almost six years ago today since the first episode aired, which happens to also be the birthday of Stan and Ford. This chapter was all written today, because I felt that it was a nice idea to post on this special day.

Stay tuned for the next chapter: guardian angel Elaine and demon Bill. My plan here is once all of my ideas have been posted as starter chapters, I'll ask you all which ones you want to see more. I have my own opinions, but I'm wondering what yours are.

Until next time!

Angel