(The Prologue/ Intro None Of You Asked For But Are Getting Anyways)

The year is 1980:

The last of the sun's light flickered over the horizon, leaving a fiery glow in the small valley. Below, a street light or two came to life as a replacement and a silent wind blew through the trees while all descended into stillness and preparation for the night.
And here, the town of Gravity Falls, Oregon, rested.

But in this quiet town, the complete honest truth was that nothing was quiet. Ever.

So when everything seemed right, a noise broke the stillness. It was a simple, persistent noise. The noise of footsteps and the scuffle of shoe tips scraping the sidewalk.

In the dying glow of reds, oranges and purples, a young man of supposedly eighteen with bright red hair slicked back near his sweatshirt hood strode down an empty street, alone. His pace was set; his mind was elsewhere. As he reached the fourth street lamp down the block, he snorted.

"I hope you have a plan C," came his voice. It was clearly some sort of joke, since the voice was rather high and sing-song. But it also carried a scary crack, like that of a villain who was sharing a threat. "Because I didn't make a deal for simply a failure."

Insane laughter reached the red-head's ears. His gaze swivelled around, searching for its owner. "I have a plan for everything, Bloodstain. I myself hope that you have not forgotten the prophecy."

And indeed, the assumed name of Bloodstain seemed to fit the young man who stood near the street lamp. For beyond his red hair, was a blood-splashed face. A red sweatshirt had been donned by the youth, but did nothing to help the cause of which was that still more blood soaked the edges of the clothing. Maroon jeans were stained with the same scarlet liquid, and his red shoes left behind wet red footprints that glowed in the failing sunset. But the worst imprint left by the clear situation of violence that had taken place was the deep pink scar that covered his right eye: it stretched over from he left side of his nose and ended near his ear, leaving a gross touch that gave him a venomous appearance.

"Who would, Bill?" replied Bloodstain, rolling his eyes at the nickname he'd acquired. "It's only the single most important thing to happen in the billions of years you and I have lived." He closed his eyes, letting out a low sigh.

Finally, from the shadows, a grey landscape spread. When it stopped abruptly, another young man stepped forward into the dim light.

He wore a black vest over a yellow button-up coat of some kind, along with a black bow tie. Black shorts finished off the look, and one might even say he looked classy. A young Jim Moriarty in disguise, perhaps? That question would be cut short, however, due to the fact that he had messy blond hair and a strange, piercing eye. His left was covered with a black eyepatch.

Grinning, the new kid, Bill, leaned against the lamppost that Bloodstain stood under and answered his acquaintances statement. "True."

Then it was quiet.

This quiet that had descended was not because either had taken leave, nor was it because one was annoyed with the other. No, this was a greater, quiet, man to man conversation. The two gazed into each other's eyes, as if agreeing on plans that they had discussed before now; there was a certain understanding passing between their one eyed sight. Nods were exchanged, shrugs were given and towards the end, hands stretched out for a handshake until there came the snap of a twig. Both heads swivelled to the left, the silent conversation instantly dying.

Confusion replaced smugness on both faces before the blond one smiled. He knew something. He knew what had made the noise. And so he laughed. He laughed a lot. His smugness returned. "Heheheh....Ahahahaha!"

Motioning to Bloodstain to follow, he raised his voice.

"And here I thought my day couldn't get any better!" Bill said, and in such a way it may or may not have been rehearsed several times. Though this time his words dropped in pitch and suddenly became very deep and dark as he dispersed into brick-like pixels, reappearing near the figure of a man. Now, he used his elbow to lean on the man's shoulder. He smiled a menacing grin. "Hello, IQ."

Stumbling back, the newcomer shoved the young man away and growled, readjusting his glasses. Pretending that he hadn't been listening in on the pair, he shook his head to counter the greeting he'd received. "I stopped you, Bill!" He asserted, pointing a six fingered hand at the mysterious kid. "The portal's shut down and this world is safe. Get out of here before I make you!"

"Oh-ho!" Laughed Bloodstain, who had walked over in the short time they'd been bickering. Bill stepped to his friend's side, cracking up along with him even though IQ, (another nickname; thanks to Bill, no doubt), towered over the two of them. "Tough guy thinks he's got us in a knot!"

IQ clenched his fists. He was about in his early thirties, well built and tall. He wore a brown overcoat and his brown hair waved in the breeze. His once calm face wore an expression of frustration as his enemy continued.

"Like I said to you earlier, Sixer, go ahead. I'd be fun to watch you try. Cute, even!" More wild laughter emitted from the boys as Bill continued to bug the guy.

But Sixer had had enough. He launched a swift punch at the young men, aiming specifically for Bill because he was the main annoyance and the main ingredient to his problems. He almost got away with it, too.

Almost.

In fact, his attack was so close that one would've been jealous in this situation. But it was only because Bill had let him. In mere seconds he was frozen mid-punch, only able to watch as Bill took two steps closer so he stood in front of the older man.

The teen frowned, unfroze time, grabbed IQ's flying fist and threw him to the ground with little effort. He leaned down in his opponents face, still snickering. Then he turned deadly serious. "The mind-scape is my world, Stanford Pines," he said in a snarl. "And if you think that your world is safe from becoming mine as well, you'd best think again. Me and Bloodstain here have got big plans coming. And you don't have a chance in all the universe to stop us."

Standing, Bill offered a hand to the fallen man. It might've been a helpful gesture. Except Bill's outstretched hand was on fire, a fire that happened to be glowing blue at that, and Stanford Pines knew better than to take the hand. Because this, my dear readers, was mockery. "Deal from now until the end of time, Fordsie," Bill sang. "Remember that? Well, want to make a second one that puts your family's family in danger?"

Stanford slapped away his hand. "I was an idiot to trust you, Bill. But no longer." Bill dropped his hand to his side, the blue fire vanishing. The eerie smile of his, though, did not as the genius ranted on. "I will stop you. Just you wait. If I started it, I'll end it. Do you hear me, demon? The end of the world won't come if I can help it!"

"Sure thing, Sixer. Sure thing."

Mr. Pines got to his feet, glaring at the both of them. He said nothing to Bill's remark, however, and turned. Walking away into the darkness, his boots crunched the sticks and scrapped against loose rocks that rolled to rest at Bill's and Bloodstain's feet. Once he was gone, Bill shrugged. "If only he knew."

He and Bloodstain laughed at that as Bloodstain took his leave, exploding in a puff of red smoke that left a pool of blood in its wake.

After the smoke rose into the night sky, slowly, the grey landscape receded. Bill's body had disappeared and in his place was a giant eye.

It winked. "Ahahahahahaha!"

"Goodbye, Stanford."

-THEME SONG-

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In the present, 2012:

Ah, Fall.

A time for collecting Autumn leaves, gathering new supplies for school and sleeping in until 12:00 P.M. on the weekends.
Unless you're one of them.

"WAHHHHHH!"

In a bus miles from a civilized town, a different pair of kids screamed and closed their eyes briefly as they rounded the corner of a mountainside highway.

The dented bus skidded around the corner, a incantation of darkness right on it's trail. One of the children, a boy, gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. His hands were clammy and he looked back, nervous. A yell from the other child, a girl, confirmed his worries. He bit his lip.

"Hurry! It's right behind us!"

That young boy driving the bus is called Dipper.
The girl yelling in his ear is his sister, Mabel.

You may wonder why he is driving a scratched up bus with no passengers and why they happen to be racing away from evil.

I can assure you, there's a perfectly logical explanation.

Let's...

Let's rewind.

-COMMERCIAL BREAK-
(One Day Before)

It was around late afternoon.

And outside of an odd shack in the middle of a clearing in the woods was a boy about the age of twelve.

He sat upon a well worn red couch, staring intently at a book in his hands. If one were to describe the kid, one would say with almost absolute certainty that he was lost in his own world. His eyebrows lowered in confusion/ frustration often, and instead of reading, he would focus on something in the distance before shaking his head and going back to the book.

From underneath the blue and white hat on his head was brown hair. He had brown eyes that seemed worried, but there was a resolution about his gaze that made you wonder what would have impacted a young man so much to make him this way.

The shack behind him, however, was a strange thing in and of itself. It was two stories, with multiple windows and one giant sign that had the words, MYSTERY SHACK, though the 's' in 'shack' had fallen at one point and now it read MYSTERY HACK which suited it rather well, due to the fact that it was a tourist attraction.

After staring into the void for quite some time, the boy went back to the book in front of him before his head snapped back up as he heard his name being called.

"Dipper!"

A car door slammed and a girl in a bright Aqua coloured sweater with a strawberry stitched into it hopped out. She had brown hair and brown eyes like the boy, who was, in fact, her twin brother. She grinned, showing her braces as she skidded in front of Dipper. Excitedly, she waved a yellow envelope in his face.

He chuckled, closing the book. "Hey, Mabel. Whatcha got there?"

Mabel grinned some more. "It's a letter from mom and dad!"

Instantly, Dipper's eyes widened. He blinked, and then blinked again. "Mom and...dad? But, it's not the end of the summer yet. It's only, what, mid August?"

Dipper and Mabel, you see, had been shipped at the beginning of the summer from California to a sleepy little town called Gravity Falls, Oregon. Due to Dipper finding a journal hidden in the ground, they'd soon found out that it wasn't exactly sleepy, and many paranormal things like monsters and such occurred there. Through the thick and thin the twins had learned quite a few lessons and grown to the love the place, weird as it may be. And, as far a they knew, they'd be staying 'till the end of the summer.

His sister shrugged. "I bet they just want to say hi. Let's go up to our room and see." After handing it to Dipper, he stuffed it in his back pocket and she bounded up the porch steps. Entering the shack, she waved to the two employees who worked there: Soos, the handyman and Wendy, the cashier.

Soos, though around collage age or older, wasn't exactly the smartest of guys, to put it bluntly. But he was always willing to help the twins and their Great-Uncle who ran the place, (Grunkle, he'd deemed himself since the very beginning of the summer), Stanley Pines. He was friendly too, and certainly good at fixing things. Honestly, there wasn't anyone they'd rather have working there in his place.

Wendy was rather the opposite. Sure, she likeable and cool, but she had her lazy moments. She was a red-headed girl who liked plaid shirts and a warm wool hat. Still in high school, she had a fake chill that most of people can relate to at that time. Over most of the summer, she'd wound up to be Dipper's crush though he'd given up on their potential relationship a while back.

"Hey Mabel. Hey Dipper." Wendy said, waving back. "How's it hangin'?"
"'Sup," Soos said, walking by and disappearing around a corner with a broom in hand.

"Awesome!" Mabel responded to Wendy by running up and gesturing wildly. "We got a letter from mom and dad and after that we're going to go say hi to Candy and Grenda. Or, at least, I am."

Her brother let out a breath of relief. He wasn't particularly fond of either of Mabel's friends; late nights with sleepovers and screaming girls just didn't strike him as fun.

"Sounds great. Well, my shift is over, so I guess I'll be going." She closed the cash register and gave each twin a high-five. "Later."

"Later Wendy," Dipper echoed, getting a slightly dreamy smile on his face.

Mabel sighed. "Come on, bro bro. We have a letter to read."

Following his sister upstairs, they entered their room, shutting the door. Landing on their respective beds, Mabel picked up a spare set of scissors and tore open the letter. "See, I told you leaving scissors lying around is a good idea."

"I still think it's dangerous," countered Dipper. He held up his shoe to show his chewed up laces that continued to snag on the scissors Mabel had begun to leave around. "Anyway, what's the letter say?"

"Dear Mabel and Dipper," Mabel began rather comically by clearing her throat more than necessary, "hello! It's mom and dad, all the way from California. We haven't been able to communicate much during the summer and thought now would be the best time to tell you.

"Summer is almost at a close. Yes, there is about two and a half weeks left, but your birthdays are on the last day of summer and we'd hate to miss that. Guess it's time to say it. Kids, pack your bags." Mabel sniffed. She could feel a tear on the edge of her vision. No, she thought. Not now.

Because as happy as it looked on the letter in writing, there was nothing that could brighten the sentence before her. But she had to finish, so she did.

"You're coming home early."

-CREDITS-

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A/N:

HeLLs YeaH

I finally got this started.

Looking ahead, I do believe it's going to be an amazing adventure. And even though I've probably said this before, here it is again: we're gonna have a good time; it's gonna get a little weird; gonna get a little wild.

Also, feel free to ask me questions! If you have any, don't be shy and go ahead and ask me them right here. Just comment and I'll do my best to get back to you.

{Song Featured in the Media Section: Ready, Aim, Fire by Imagine Dragons.} I dunno, it just really seemed to fit the mood of this chapter and whatnot. Enjoy, I guess?

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