Good day, everyone! After numerous deletions and retakes, I'm here to deliver a finalized version of this godforsaken story. Been working on this thing since last year and never got to actually making a complete plot for it, but here I am.
All this is is just a little fun project I've always wanted to do, and now I finally know what I'm gonna do with it. Anywhooooo, enough of me and onto you reading this.
Stars: celestial bodies of gas that self-illuminate from their eternal energy, making up the endless voyage of the valley of outer space. Space itself had a ton of captivating spectacles: asteroids, galaxies, planets, and a whole lot of otherworldly wonders. All of these factors were what made a universe a universe, but there was a singular entity that housed a whole bunch of universes together, and that was the multiverse.
It was always thought of as some kind of bizarre theory that was way too farfetched for anyone to believe in, but after learning that one of my Grunkles traveled the multiverse, it was safe to say the theory was most definitely true. It's weird to think about because, when there are so many universes out there, it makes you think; how many other versions of us are out there? It possessed an endless amount of different worlds and dimensions with a variety of unique universes lying scattered around, each containing its own sets of solar systems and whatnot.
However, the multiverse wasn't just something residing within the confines of space. It was watched down upon by a group of celestial beings known as "The Wardians."
They were a faction who surveyed the multiverse to keep it sustained; Stjernó, the Ward of Space, Timiór, the Ward of Time, Skapadór, the Ward of Creation, Kynsluthó, the Ward of Generation. Their names aren't the easiest to pronounce, but I give them points for how cool they sound. For eons, they were united to watch over the neverending bunch of universes and control how each world functions.
However, there was one Wardian who was seen as the absolute strongest out of all of them.
His name was Vyódin, the Wardian of Distortion. He was viewed as the Ward who held the most power out of all the other Wardians, so much so that they deemed him as their leader due to his immense abilities.
But, Vyódin was more distrustful compared to the rest of his group—cynical almost. He treated the other Wardians with dignity and fairness, but his power contributed to helping the flow of life itself, something of which he never saw value. To him, he never saw the point of life when at the bottom of it all is where someone meets their eventual end. It confused him greatly to the point where he could never grasp the idea as to why they had to watch over all these universes when all they appeared to be were big piles of waste clogging up the valley of space. Pretty stupid thing to think about if you ask me.
Though, on one faithful day, he had an idea.
From the compounds of his twisted mind, he had brought the idea to the other Wardians that they should combine all of the universes into one single entity. The other Wardians had immediately thought of his idea being utterly dangerous as, obviously, the combination of two or more separate worlds could disrupt and destroy so much. He didn't take into account all the lives that would be lost, that time would become distorted, and the cosmos would spiral into madness.
But, it had only gotten worse from there.
Despite what the other Wardians had warned him about, Vyódin had forcefully tried to pull one unfortunate universe into another. He didn't care about the disastrous effects that would bring—all he cared for was to see his efforts work.
Before the two worlds could merge, the other Wardians quickly used their powers against him, stripping away sips of his power. They weakened him greatly and reversed the effects before the collision took place in one horrifying disaster. The Wardians were devastated by what their supposed leader had almost done, and the only choice they concluded was to rightfully banish him away before more harm could be done.
However, before they had the chance to do so, Vyódin acted quickly and violently ripped the powers out from Skapadór with the little energy he had remaining. The other Wardians quickly fought back against this and put an end to his vicious thievery before he could completely drain the Ward of Creation.
With the new power flowing through him, he fled to the far reaches of the multiverse, never to be seen by the other Wardians ever again.
He wandered around the endless void of the cosmos, harboring a vicious sense of revenge and malice. I believe that's how you use the word harboring, but that's besides the point.
He vowed to himself that he would do anything to seek back at the other Wardians for going against him. He wanted to show how meaningless it all was for their efforts to go into something that would decay in the end.
And so, he plotted.
Within the endless voyages of outer space, a lone clear prism stayed afloat amongst the stars. Inside the prism stood Vyódin, who stared at the outreaches of the solar systems with a blank but critical gaze.
His attire consisted of a pure white cloak fit with an elegant tapestry that clashed with the features of his body; his body in question, or rather head, was but a dull void—pure darkness clashing with the gleaming white of his eye. He bore a pair of horns on the sides of his head that looked as though they meshed with his skin, and no signs of a mouth were in sight.
"Look at it," he spoke, his voice deep. "What is the point of it all? Are all these fruitless pieces of matter staying here just to die? There's no point to it."
For centuries on end, the rogue celestial being had regained his power little by little over time. What was drained of him slowly restored itself through his systems like the sickening venom of a cobra, giving him a fraction of the strength he once held.
"Why must they exist? There's just no clear reason," Vyódin breathed with a clenched fist as he slammed it against the prism. "Only time will tell for what's to come. All they had to do was listen."
Suddenly, a crackling noise sounded from behind Vyódin as an open portal appeared. Stepping out from it were miniature versions of Vyódin himself, their heights only reaching to his waist.
"We've returned with what you wished for, Vyódin," one of them spoke as he and the other bowed before approaching the celestial being. Behind them sat a trio of orbs encased in a glass-like layer that they pulled over, each one containing some form of a miscellaneous object, including a fire hydrant, a plank with a crudely drawn face, and an entire smoothie store building titled "Mr. Smoothy."
"Tórel, Hókin, you two have served me greatly once more," Vyódin thanked as he observed the orbs, eyeing the contents inside. "A small but fine selection indeed. These will function well enough."
Vyódin took possession of the three orbs and sent them through a spare portal he created. The three orbs joined alongside a gallery of others floating alongside, all of them varying in size and objects held within. The celestial being took great pride in the collection he acquired, knowing how well he spent his time getting to this desirable length.
"Excuse me, Vyódin?" Tórel asked as he stood beside the celestial being. "If I could ask, what is the purpose of why we must take from all these places again? I understand that it is your request but I was simply wondering."
Vyódin released a small, tiresome sigh. "I suppose I must remind you once more, little one," the celestial being said, his tall stature casting a shadow upon his two henchmen as he shifted his focus and kneeled to their height. "Now, where do I begin? You see, when it comes down to the subject of how life processes, I find the mere concept to be but a frivolous cog. What is truly the point of it all when all that comes is an inevitable end to one's story? You see somebody going about their life normally, but at the end they'll just be decaying six feet under—and so will their universe one day. It is all so confusing to me. All that float within these boundless walls are just identical pieces of waste—their purpose feel... meaningless."
"So, how do you plan to fix this?" Tórel blankly asked with a curious gaze.
"Must you ask so many questions?" Hókin sighed with a roll of his eye.
"Do not belittle him, you know his tendency to forget," Vyódin lightly scolded.
"Sorry..." Hókin apologized, Tórel giving him a snarky squint.
Vyódin shifted his focus to the stars outside. "All these universes are but a simple cut under the tips of my fingers—I can manipulate them however I desire," he said as he pinched his fingers over a star. "All those universes and dimensions, I can just combine them into one...! But I still have little power to do so, even as it slowly regains back into my form. All I want is to create a new beginning—one that will meet its proper culmination."
"...I hate to question you once again, but uh, if you have little power, how are you going to do that?" Tórel inquired, rather curious.
Vyódin turned back to face his henchmen. "Well, I will need to gain more assistance than just the two of you," the celestial being explained. "Due to the insufficient use of my abilities, I will need to find the most formidable beings across the galaxy. And with their minds and their powers, my goal will finally be concluded."
Despite being the assistants to the celestial being, Tórel and Hókin both felt unnerved by their leader's plan.
"Vyódin, pardon me for questioning your proposal, but wouldn't this cause some dangerous effects on the entirety of... everything?" Hókin inquired, not feeling too certain.
Vyódin's motion froze to a halt, the presence in the room suddenly becoming very tense. The celestial being slowly craned his head toward his assistant, his eye blank yet full of resentment. "Would you mind asking me that again, Hókin?" he inquired with a hint of venom.
"Um... wouldn't this cause some dangerous effects on-" Hókin asked again but was abruptly cut off by Vyódin.
"No no no, you do not tell me what effects this would cause. It does not matter what effects happen, these worlds are pointless if I don't bring action myself! I have worked for centuries for my vision to finally be a reality, and this is what you say to me? I am the only one who will serve these worthless pawns for what's good for them!" Vyódin's body towered above his smaller resemblance, casting a tall shadow over the little one. "Do I make myself clear?!"
"Y-Yes, Vyódin..." Hókin stuttered, backing away. "You have made yourself very clear... I am sorry, I will not ask that again."
"Precise," Vyolkin replied, readjusting back to his proper position. "It is time to commence further, we must complete this as soon as we can."
With a quick snap of his fingers, an enriching chime echoed throughout the area as sparks of light flew, and it didn't take long before a portal formed right in front of them.
"To our next destination,"
The portal flickered with each passing second, but it didn't take long before it finally showed what was on the other side. It appeared to be a shrouded, dense forest covered in hues of brown and orange with woodland creatures scurrying about.
"A quiet town located within the depths of deep woods, and a place I am hoping an important addition is still awaiting there," Vyódin stated, shifting to face his assistants' curious gazes before he turned back. "Commence, to Gravity Falls."
Welp, hope you enjoyed the prologue! The first chapter that'll interest everyone will come sooner than later so you won't have to wait long for that. If ya liked it, feel free to leave a review, follow, or even favorite! If ya didn't like it, well I don't know what to tell you bud.
For those who actually read the author's notes, I'll be posting the designs of Vyódin, Hókin, and Tórel on my AO3 version of the fic. All you just gotta do is just look up the story name on AO3 and boom, there ya go!