Gideon

"These movies are a lot worse when you've fought real zombies." I said, as me and Wendy sat on her couch, watching some old movie.
"They're slow! Just power walk away from them!" Wendy shouted at the TV. "And look at the effects. The blood looks like ketchup. The zombies look like sleepy people who are having facials."
"Ah! My face is being eaten alive!" A guy on the screen said as he was attacked.
"Chadley ain't pretty no more." Wendy snorted, then she picked up her cell phone. "Ugh, why won't Robbie respond to my texts?"
"How's that all going?" I asked her, as butterflies swarmed my stomach. I kinda liked Wendy, and everything about her was so perfect. Her orange hair, leather jacket, the way her eyes shone whenever someone mentioned vandalism.
"He's over me, I guess. But I'm not letting him go that easily," Wendy said. "Look, I even sent him a winky frown."
"So you aren't seeing any other guys or..."
"No." She shook her head. "Why do you ask?"
"Just...curious." I said, staring right ahead at the television screen. If I started looking at her face I might not be able to stop staring. "So I was wondering if you wanted to... go onthis mystery hunt with me and Pacifica tomorrow? Conspiracy stuff and all that?"
"Sure. I love doing that junk with friends." Wendy smiled.
"Yeah, because that's what we are. Friends." I leaned back on the couch, exhaling deeply.
"Dude, you're leaning on my dad's underpants."
I jumped up and screamed.

Pacifica

"Mystery hunt!" I squealed. "I'm so excited!"
"Come on, Pacifica, you've got your supplies. Let's go before Grunkle Stan makes us do manual labor. Wendy's already meeting us at the tree." Gideon tried to pull me off of my porch couch.
"No, we're waiting for Dipper." I said firmly, crossing my arms.
"Dipper?!" Gideon demanded. "But why?"
"He also has a journal, which means he wants to help find the author equally as bad as us. He's been searching even longer with no clues." I explained. "And now we have one!"
"I wouldn't trust him with my life." Gideon said. "His sister is.."
"Yes, his sister is crazy. That's always your excuse. He helped us at the party a few nights ago, and I trust him with my life. He's saved mine more times than you could count. This is the least we can do."
"But-"
"No buts! He's my boyfriend and he's coming with us!" I said, when I saw Dipper walking up the driveway. I leaped off the porch and ran to him. "Dipper!"
"Hi, Pacifica." He smiled slightly as I quickly hugged him for a moment.
"Ready to go on a mystery hunt?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Thanks for inviting me along." He said, putting his arm around my shoulder. I saw Gideon glare at him and Dipper glared back.
"It was no problem, right Gideon?"
"Yep." Gideon gritted his teeth. "Okay, let's go."
"Mystery hunt!" I cheered, as we walked into the forest.
We walked until we came to the tree where Gideon had found our journal.
"According to the journal, there should be a secret bunker underneath here." Gideon held out Journal 3, which was flipped to a page of a tree, and when he held the black light under it he brought, a drawing of twirling stairs was underneath it.
"Wow." Dipper said. "Maybe the first Journal is under there."
"Then there would be one for all of us!" I squealed. "We could be, like, the Journal Trio! Or Mystery Trio! Or..."
"We get it, Pacifica." Gideon said. "So, how do we get down there?"
"Chop it down, dude!" Wendy rode in on her bike.
"Wendy!" Gideon smiled. "You came!"
"Yeah, I'm so stoked to be on this adventure! It sure beats cleaning up after my dad at home. Thanks for the invite, man."
"Yeah, anytime you want to join us, you can totally join us... I mean, we're always, us." Gideon's cheeks flustered.
"Hey, aren't you that kid who does the magic tricks?" Wendy asked Dipper. They started to chat while I poked Gideon in the side.
"Uh-oh! Inviting Wendy on our mission? Me thinks there's romance afoot!" I teased him as he blushed.
"I-I don't have a crush on her." Gideon denied. "That doesn't matter right now. What does is finding the author of the journals."
"Hey, is it just me or does that branch look like a lever?" Wendy said, pointing up to a beach where at the end the brown paint had faded to a metallic dull gray.
"But how do we get up there?" Gideon wondered. "Maybe a ladder? Ladder shoes?"
"I could try using my amulet." Dipper suggested.
Suddenly, we heard a loud Clank!. Wendy had hit the branch with her axe, after she had apparently climbed up there in a few short seconds.
"Woah, that's amazing!" I gasped.
"Yeah, my dad used to make me compete in these lumberjack competitions. I guess I sorta ruled at it." She shrugged.
The tree started to shake, and birds that had been nesting up at the top flew away into the blue sky. Wendy lost her balance and fell down as the tree started to lower into the ground, and we dragged her away before she fell into the gaping hole. Wooden boards popped out of the side of the hole, making a staircase, and a door at the bottom of the tree opened.
"Whatever happened down there, we tell nobody." Gideon said. I gave a thumbs up, Dipper nodded, and Wendy made a motion where she zipped her lips and threw away the key.
We walked down the steps, and through the doorway into a dusty room with metal walls and cobwebs.
"Wow!" I gushed. "This is awesome!"
"This is so stupid cool!" Wendy said.
"It looks like a fallout shelter." Gideon said.
"It probably belonged to the author." Dipper added.
Wendy pried a metal sign labelled 'Fallout Shelter' from a wall and wiped off the thick layer of dust with her hand. "This is going over my bed."
We started looking around, and I stick my face into a barrel. "My face feels fuzzy." I giggled, then I wiped off something black and fuzzy that squirmed in my fingers. "Ew! Caterpillars!"
"It looks like he was preparing for a disaster or something." Gideon said, as he stood in front of a shelf filled with labelled boxes. "But what kind of disaster would need food for sixty years?"
Dipper opened a locker, and we both peered inside.
"Wow, look at all these weapons." He said. "Imagine what I could do with these."
I lightly punched him as he smirked. "I hope it isn't about forcing your favorite anime characters with torture to get married." I joked.
Dipper looked at me strangely, and I shrugged. "What? Doesn't everyone?"
"Jeez, Pacifica, you become more like him every day." Gideon said as he walked past. "Just the other day she asked me if all of the customers in the gift shop resorted to cannibalism, who would survive."
"And that is exactly why I love you." Dipper kissed me on the cheek, and I grinned as Gideon shrank back in disgust, stepping on an opened can. He picked it up to see beans and bean juice dripping out.
"Guys, I think someone might have been down here recently." He said.
"The author could still be alive!" We all gasped in unison.
"Wait, look." Wendy pulled down a taped down map of Gravity Falls in 1982 that had been blowing in a gust of wind from behind it. As she peeled it off, it revealed an opened hatch. "I think I know where he might have gone."