Gravity Falls: After the war
Chapter 3: The woods
A/N: Hey guys! I present to you… (Drumroll please)….. (No? Nothing? Well, alright then.) .. Chapter number three! Hope y'all enjoy, please read & review!
Disclaimer: As you should know by now, I don't own Gravity Falls. (Or DO I?) ;-] But seriously, I don't.
Bill- "Or DO you?
Me-"Dude, pay attention. I just said I don't."
Bill-"Oh, okay. Sorry. *Disappears*
Me-"What a weirdo. Anyway, let's begin!
"Uhhhg…"
I can't sleep. Between the lack of Mabel's breathing and the recurring nightmares of Bill and his gang of psychotic henchmen (Which, by the way, is not at all appreciated), I feel more tired than when I was trying to hack into Fiddleford's computer. As I roll over, I see that my clock reads 2:18 AM. Even through my fatigue, I feel excited for some reason; I simply can't shake the feeling that today is something important to me…..
Well, there's no point in trying to go back to sleep. I may as well go back to the woods and attempt to lighten up a little. Why waste a day moping when we would usually try to accomplish something? Oh, wait, maybe because she might be dead… uhhg. Might as well do what would make her happy.
After getting dressed in my usual attire (Red shirt, blue hoodie, a pair of black boot cut black jeans, and black combat boots[Curtesy of Great-Uncle Ford] ), I start to gather the things I'll be taking with me into the forest. Rather than grabbing the magic flashlight (It reminds me too much of our twin tirades and not enough about good memories), I decide to grab my bracelet, which has the same type of crystal that Gideon had in his bolo. (Called an energy gem) As I slip it on, a wave of turquoise energy eases out of it, crackling around me like an electrical aura before fading away. This is my preferred weapon, my all-star. Of course, I grab the backpack that holds all of Stan's copies of Great-Uncle Ford's journals. Lastly, I'm compelled to bring Mabel's grappling hook, both for its usefulness and for the sake of her memory. I amble out the attic door, grabbing my hat from the hook and slipping it onto my head. I turn my head while walking through the kitchen to check the microwave clock on the way out. It's 2:34 AM.
The fresh sent of pine, dew, and recently cut grass is refreshing, and reminds me of better times. Happier times. That's when it hits me why I had a weird feeling about today being important. It's August 31st. My 13th birthday. But there's no joy in me as I remember this, because it's also my first birthday without Mabel. The thought of her, and where she must be right now, dampens my mood considerably. To keep myself from moping, I make the executive decision to create a list.
Practice with energy gem. (Constructs, weapons, illusions, elemental, charming other things with elements, etc.)
Head to the bunker. (Collect specimens to experiment with inside/ find parts to tinker with and [possibly?] invent something.)
Mess with the gnomes.(No leaf blower, as it reminds me to much of when they kidnapped Mabel.)
Reread all three journals. (Maybe start my own?)
Ponder life, the universe, and everything. Reread all the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy books.
Practice more with energy gem. (Telekinesis [Tactile and mental], flight, spells [Defense and destruction], teleportation, etc.)
Thinking that was enough to do today, I start practicing with my gem. Almost immediately, darkness is pouring out of the gem, surrounding me, and then entering my body, filling me with the foul, corrupted energy. The pain, both mentally and physically, causes me to black out. My last thought is that I may see Mabel again soon enough…..
"Dipper. Come on, wake up bro-bro."
I'm hearing things. Her voice is music to my ears, but it has to be fake, right? My subconscious playing tricks on me? I open my eyes to see a hazy grey back round, meaning we were in the mindscape, and… a mound of bushy brown hair accompanied with a flash of braces?
"M-Mabel!? How did- what- "
"Stop babbling, Sir Dippingsause. Yes, it's me. I think we finally developed twin ESP!"
I just stare at her, gaping. Her eyes are shining with excitement, and look real enough, but I have to make sure. I sit up and bear hug her. She's real. Mabel's sitting right next to me, talking breathing, REAL.
"Hey, don't DAMPEN the mood Dip. Am I right? Hey-Oh!"
I hadn't even realized that I was sobbing into her sweater. As I let go of her shoulders, I see a second shadow behind her. A triangle shaped shadow. Jumping to my feet, I grab my sister's hand, and haul ass. By the time I hear his maniacal laugh, adrenaline in pumping through my veins, and my mind is going haywire. I feel Mabel being pulled away screaming.
"NO!"
But as I turn around I can feel myself waking up- no, just a little more tim-
"MABEL!"
-
"AHHHHHHG!"
I'm still in the woods. It was all a dream…..
*SNAP!*
A twig breaks behind me, causing me to jump. When I turn around, I see…. Myself. Except he's clad in a red and white cap with a bloody design on a yellow triangle, red hoodie, black shirt, Kevlar pants, and hunting boots. But his pale, yellowish skin and yellow green eyes remind me of a certain dream demon, which terrifies me. Not to mention that pitch black sword he's forming in his hands….
To Be Continued
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