Hey y'alls! This is not going to be an ordinary Gravity Falls fanfic. This is going to be a Gravity Falls Creepypasta fanfiction! I know I know... Its a bit of a weird idea but I was wondering what would happen if Bipper were to meet the Creepypastas and voila! (Is that how you spell that?) Unlike my other fanfiction I have not written any of this in advance. And if you are to know anything about me know that I start a fanfiction and the first couple of chapters are very easy and stuff but then writing becomes challenging for me so if at any point you want to take my story and do your own run with it just tell me and I will tell everyone reading to check out your story too. Also be patient. I love that you guys are enthusiastic about the story and want updates but know that life gets in the way. Although if I go away forever feel free to slap me on the back of the head. I would also love to see your guys' ideas for the story. I only have a skeleton for this idea at the moment so please. Please. PLEASE! GIve me some of your ideas.
Dipper's POV
He was lying alone or so he had thought. The puppet show incident had happened a few days before and Dipper was finding sleep hard to achieve. He looked over at his peaceful sister snoring on her side of the attic bedroom and sighed. He wished life for him was as easy as Mabel's perception. He tossed and turned over and over but nothing helped. The events at the puppet show and before played over and over in his mind. He regretted his weakness letting Bill take over his body was a stupid mistake. There were many mistakes that led up to that. He hadn't taken heed to the warning in the journal. He hadn't thought that he might not need the computer to find the answers that he seeked. He hadn't thought about Bill's ill intentions and the eventuality of misunderstanding the triangles deal. And that had almost cost him and Mabel everything. He was so stupid to think only for himself. He had a family, an unconventional family but a family none the less. His uncle, a con artist; His sister, a crazed, boy loving, sweater maniac; His crush, a girl at least twice his age; and his best friend, an overgrown man child. were all important to him. He thought of them, his family, and wondered if he would be bullheaded enough to make the same mistake twice. He wondered if he would just endanger them again and again. He wondered if his pursuit for the truth was clouding his vision of what was important, the safety of his family. He needed to get up, to get moving, his mind was racing in one thousand directions.
He ended up shaking his head as he headed down the stairs; he was too young to be thinking about such things. He was a kid for god's sake! He should be worrying about bullies and ice cream sandwiches, and his sister embarrassing him; not the death and destruction of the whole world as an evil geometrical god possessed his body to do it! He ended up in front of the all too familiar vending machine in the gift shop of the mystery shack. He wanted a soda but knew that his uncle would disapprove for him to have sugar at this hour. He wasn't particularly bothered about what his uncle would say though, so he hit the side of the old clunky machine and a brand new 7 up fell out. He took it out of the slot and flicked it open in one swift motion. He quietly made his way out the door to sit on the porch with his sweet beverage. He was just about to take a sip when he realized what he had thought back at the vending machine. He hadn't cared about what Grunkle Stan would say or feel or how he would react. He had acted on his own again, even if this time it was just a small harmless soda. He had half a mind to throw it on the ground and go back inside but he had already gotten it out of the machine, and it was just a harmless soda right? He gulped it down so as not to feel as guilty if he took a long time to drink it. He crushed the empty can in his hand satisfactorily and threw it in the trash bin. He sat there on the porch for a while just thinking about everything with Bill and how ever since the incident that had occurred something felt off. He felt different. He was much more rebellious inside and wanted to be a bit more alone than before. Plus it all didn't make sense. Bill had powers over time and space that Dipper and his sister couldn't fathom. Could they have really defeated him back at the theater? Or was it all a play for a bigger plot? Dipper had finally concluded that this circular type thinking was getting him nowhere. He needed a distraction. He figured he could reread the book again with a black light again. It was mind numbingly monotonous but he might find something new and he wouldn't be thinking about this foolishness with Bill. But before he made it to the door he felt something inside, an animalistic impulse that needed immediate attention. He needed to release his bladder. "The way nature intended." as Mabel would put it. "Jeez. Stupid soda." He thought as he found a nice bush to take care of his business. Just as he was finished and was walking back to the house he heard a strange rustling in the trees. He looked behind him but found nothing. Now it is very unlike Dipper to leave a mystery intact. He is normally the one to crack the nut wide open and interrogate the nasty insides. He used the light from his watch to light a narrow path in the dark before proceeding to crack this nut wide open. He was following the noises as they were made and was led back to a small clearing in the middle forest. He looked around but found nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe this was an invisible monster? Maybe this was something he had never fought before? Maybe this was a monster that was in one of the other journals? He grabbed his chin to rub it in concentration when there was a "Thump" behind him as if something fell from the tall trees behind him. A man, no a teen, had fallen to the ground from the tree. Dipper whipped around to be confronted with the man running in his direction. He was very quick and lunged bringing his weapon down mercilessly down toward Dippers abdomen. If Dipper had slower reflexes he would have been split open from neck to naval but thankfully he lunged to the side only to get his upper arm caught in the attack. A strip of skin had been neatly shaven off of his bicep, nothing critical but still very gory for a 12 year old. He looked down at the exposed flesh and blood and immediately felt something inside of him snap.
Ok... So I know that there was barely a Creepypasta appearance in this chapter. Sorry not sorry. Who is the Creepy pasta? 0-0 Anyway the next chapter has a big fight scene against the creepypasta and Bipper which is honestly not that great cause I am terrible at fight scenes. I also know that I am not that great with grammar so if you find anything that is really messed up please tell me. After this chapter things are going to get crazy. But don't forget to follow, like, and review it helps me get motivated. I will see you when I do!