Season 1 Episode 8: It Came from the Vents

Episode Summary A voice is coming from the vents, and Ford is determined to find out who, or what it its!

Disclaimers: I do not own Gravity Falls or the Relativity Falls AU idea.

Author's Notes: Okay Guys here's another Episode Short for you to enjoy. However it is a little different, since this short comes from the journal I thought I'd write it in journal format. This way it will help note how much time has gone by over the summer, a timeline of events if you will. There will be plenty more journal entries to come. Thank you for reading and please review!

PS: There are other Journal Entries in the journal before this one, but they were about previous episodes that were already covered. However, this is one of the things that was mentioned in the journal, but never shown on the actual show.

Yours Truly, RoxieDivine

Journal Entire #1: It Came from the Vents

JUNE 1O

Dear Journal,

It's 2AM and I'm giving up! There is no way to trap the thing. I don't understand how it can move so fast without any legs.

Okay I'm tiered and being unclear Let me start again at the beginning.

This is Stanford Pines officially starting over.

It started right around lunch time yesterday After our Lefty case went south me and the gang had took the time to finish exposing of the wax figures. (There was a lot of melting involved, but on the bright side Grauntie Mable got some lumpy new crayons to draw with.) Once finished we all decided to watch some TV and eat some of Grauntie Mable's "World Famous" Peanut Butter and whatever else is in the Fridge Sandwiches when I heard something in the walls. A familiar voice came through the vents mumbling about an exclusive interview with a possum that was "Coming up next."

That's when I knew SOMETHING WAX HAD SURVIVED.

I tried to convince the others in joining me on my quest to find it, but there was a rerun of Ducktective on TV so I pretty much knew it was a lost cause.

I KNEW THAT I WAS ON MY OWN!

I needed to go into the air-conditioning vents to investigate, but I wasn't going in unprepared. I said goodbye to my friends, and brother (Who asked me to tell me if I found a dead rat please put it in a bucket. Yeah he's weird sometimes.), and jumped into the living room vent. Which was surprisingly easy to open up by the way.

Anyway, the glow from the TV quickly faded as I shimmied down the duct I turned on my flashlight and was stunned to see a maze of Corridors. I could hear the creature's voice coming from above and to my left. "They took me out of Brooklyn, but they couldn't take Brooklyn out of me."

I followed it, dropping bits of my sandwich as I went so I wouldn't get lost.

The duct got really narrow, but I was able to make it through. However, just as I reached the top I accidently dropped my flashlight down the hole. I was left in complete darkness. I heard the creature again, it was much closer now.

"Do blue-eyed people see better?"

What was that supposed to mean? Was he taunting me? Could he somehow see in the dark? I crawled blindly towards the voice dropping more bread crumbs as I went. (Even though I knew it was pointless due to the fact that it was dark.) Once I round the corner, I could see the outline of the disembodied wax head of the Suspenders Man (I think his name was Larry King).

I was unprepared for what came next, but as I swiped at it with my net, the head somehow jumped out of the way. I fell forward and landed hard on my elbow. (Man that hurt.)

The head mocked me. "There's nothing funny about the funny bone."

I swiped at him again, but it came rolling at me like a bowling ball and knocked the net right out of my hands. I went to advance on the enemy when somehow I got tangled up in my rope, and covered in peanut butter by my sandwich, I fell and ended up falling into a narrow duct.

I WAS STUCK!

From above me I heard, "Have a great week everybody, Goodnight!" And this victorious head hopped away. It took me several hours to untangle myself and crawl back out into the living room.

I'm going to sleep right here in Grauntie Mable's chair.

JUNE 10….AGAIN!

It's 10 AM, and I've been woken up by the joyful, and somewhat bizarre conversation between Stan and the disembodied head. Apparently the way to tame it is to let him interview you.

I'm going to go take a shower now, and wash off all this peanut butter, and maybe read a book. I could really use a break from all these paranormal creeps.

-FORD

-To Be Continued

Author's Notes: So this basically explains why no one questioned why Larry King was in the air ducts of the shack during Weirdmageddon. No one asked him "Hey didn't we melt you with the other wax-figures?" Because they had already discovered his existence.

More cool secrets to be revealed in the next chapter Happy Valentine's Day everyone!