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Laughter- A Short Gravity Falls Fanfiction

This was requested by waldorkler.

Hope you enjoy!

Summary:

Bill possesses Wendy to get the Rift off of Dipper.

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     Bill Cipher had entered his mind before, and had harassed his family for decades. He knew his laugh. It haunted him. Sometimes, he would be out in public, and he would hear it. It was always in places it should not be.

     But Bill was no longer in his mind. So why, why on earth, was he hearing that maniacal laughter so crystal clearly, as if it was right by his side. It was so close... right in his ear... at the edge of his bed...

     Dipper flew up in bed, gasping.

     He was awake. It had only been a dream...

     His hands quivered in his lap and his head felt cloudy.

     But through the haze, he could hear something... something achingly familiar.

     Had it truly been a dream? If it had been, then why was it that he could still hear the laughter?

     Confused, Dipper called out into the darkness, “Mabel,” only to get no response.

     Squinting through the moonlight that spilled from the triangular window, Dipper could see that Mabel’s bed was empty, the pink sheets neatly folded around the mattress, and he recalled his sister was off at Candy’s having a sleep over.

     The laughter still hung in the air, and it was making Dipper severely anxious. But then, it stopped.

     Dipper sat in bed for a few moments, deep in thought with the thousands of possibilities. Was Bill in the house? Had he possessed someone again? 

     Then, noiselessly, Dipper threw his legs over the edge of his bed. He groped around blindly on the nightstand until his fingers uncovered a flashlight beneath a magazine.

     With the light in hand, Dipper stood and slowly, carefully, picked his way to the door, sure to avoid any areas of the floor that creaked or squeaked when stepped on. The wood planks were cold against his feet compared to the warm arms of his bed. 

     Dipper was not sure what he expected to see outside the door, but what was to come was something he could have never guessed. 

     The boy reached for the door, but the skin on his fingertips barely grazed the rusty surface of the knob before it was ripped away from his grasp.

     Dipper leaped back, gasping.

     In the entryway stood Wendy. She was looking down at his through a pair of dark sunglasses.

     “Wendy!” Dipper exclaimed.

     “Hey, Dipper.” Wendy greeted, flashing a charming smile. She reached down to tousle Dipper’s brown hair, causing him to stumble backwards.

     Wendy paraded right into the room and looked around with her hands on her hips.

     “What are you doing here?” Dipper questioned. “It’s like... I don’t know... three in the morning?” 

     “To tell you the truth, I don’t really know!” chuckled Wendy. “I just was dying to see my favorite person!” 

     Dipper saw something move behind her sunglasses. He was aware that it would be naive to think nothing was amiss here, but this was Wendy... or... was it...?

     “What’s that?” Wendy gasped suddenly.

     Before Dipper could utter a single word, Wendy had thrown open his book bag, spilling the contents over the ground. From the pile, she lifted the Rift, and a new wave of suspicion settled over Dipper. The Rift had not been visable when Wendy noticed it. 

     “Uh... Maybe you should put that down...” Dipper stuttered, reaching out to take it from Wendy’s hand.

     Wendy, though, snatched the Rift away from his outstretched arms. “What is it?”

     “It... It’s called the Rift.” Dipper said slowly. “And I’d really appreciate if you gave it back...”

     “The Rift...”

     The raw hunger in her voice caused Dipper to stop in his tracks. A chill slipped down his spine. She laughed. But it was not her laugh. It was a shrill noise, horrible, and... familiar.

     Dipper jumped into action. 

     He stole the Rift right out of “Wendy’s” hands and, without hesitation, raced for the door. 

     “Wendy’s” sunglasses fell off in the process, revealing bright yellow, slit eyes.

     Dipper, avoiding glancing back, ripped the door open. He raced off, the Rift clutched against his chest. “Grunkle Ford!”

     Panting, Dipper’s eyes scanned the shack for somewhere- anywhere- to safely hide the Rift.

     “Dipper?”

     Dipper’s blood turned to ice and he could have sworn there was a moment where his heart stopped dead in its tracks. The boy spun around, pupils shrunken with fear. 

     “Dipper? Where’d you go?” Wendy’s voice was calling from upstairs. The ceiling creeked under her footsteps. 

     I’ve got to get out of here! Thoughts popped into Dipper’s head like a waterfall as the panic fogging his mind and chaining his limbs dissolved. 

     Then, he took off like a shot, his hands frantically scrambling to open the door.

     “Dipper? Are you downstairs?” 

     Thumping echoed throughout the shack as muddy boots struck the stairs in descent. 

     The knob finally turned under Dipper’s sweaty palm, and he flew out the door and towards the woods, making a conscious effort not to shake the Rift in his arms.

     Cold, forest air rushed over him from the night sky, and little stars stared down at him through the canopy of leaves above.

     There was a noise behind him as he ran; “Wendy” had followed him outside.

     Eyes shut, breath coming fast, and Rift secure in his hands, Dipper weaved throughout the trees and underbrush. Thorns cut his legs and twigs from tree branches scraped at his arms, but through his adrenaline rush, he barely felt anything.      

     Suddenly, a stray root wrapped around his foot, causing him to collapse in the dirt, feet swept right out from under him. His head struck something hard, and for a bit, he laid there, staring at the stars and watching his vision waver and blur. 

     Suddenly, Wendy’s face appeared above his face, eyes spilling with a yellow glow, pupils just vertical, black shards. 

     “Bill!” Dipper shouted, then instantly thought of Mabel. “ Bendy...?” 

    Bendy began to chuckle, then reached down. “Hand me the Rift.”

     Dipper whimpered a bit as he slapped Bendy’s outstretched hand, then scrambled away. 

     “Leave Wendy alone!” He cried out. 

     Bendy lifted his hand to his chin in mock consideration. “Hmmm... how about you hand me the Rift and I won’t kill her.”

     Dipper’s heart skipped a beat. “K-kill her? You wouldn’t!”

     Bendy’s face twisted into a deranged grin, and he spoke in a devilish voice. “Oh, wouldn’t I?”

     He snapped his fingers and a wood chipper appeared, roaring to life like a vicious monster. Its orange body glistened in the silver light of the moon, like a wicked beast. 

     Dipper gasped and scrambled away from it, stunned. Since when could Bill summon things outside of the mindscape?

     Before he could ponder the question, Bendy calmly sauntered up to the wood chipper, dangerously close to the spinning blades.

     “Stop!” Dipper shouted.

     “Give me the Rift!” Bendy demanded seriously. “Hand it over or Wendy here may just have to take a trip...” He leaned back precariously towards the opening of the chipper.

     Dipper clenched his teeth, sweaty palms encircling the Rift. His mind was racing like a swarm of angry bees.

    What was he to do?! If he gave Bill the Rift, who knew what would happen... But if he did not... Wendy...

     His fists balled up so tight his knuckles turned white and he had begun to shake... He could not let Wendy get hurt... it would be his fault.

     “Take it!” He burst, thrusting the Rift out and shutting his eyes tightly. He could not care to see it pass into Bendy’s gasp.

     There was a cackle and then the weight in Dipper’s hands disappeared. He let out a trembling breath, the weight of his decision fully resting on his shoulders.

     What have I done?!

     “Now let Wendy go. And leave out whole family alone!” Dipper cried, emotion heavy in his voice.

     But, to his horror, Bill did not let Wendy go. He just smiled, staring at the Rift with a vibrant hunger in his eyes. Then, he gazed up at Dipper with what almost seemed like pity in his eyes.

     “Fleshbags really are dumb!” He chuckled. “You just doomed your entire world!” Suddenly, his voice dropped incredibly, menacingly deep. “Enjoy the apocalypse!”

     In a bout of sick laughter, Bendy fell backwards, right into the wood chipper.

     “Wendy?” Dipper gasped, totally dumbstruck. Then, he shrieked, “WENDY, NO!”

     But it was too late. 

     There was a shriek, and then Bill, in his usual yellow triangle abomination form, appeared out of the top of the chipper, his awful, shrill guffawing peircing the night air.

     Dipper screamed, covering his teary eyes with his arms, and-

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    Dipper flew up in bed, calling out in fear.

     His eyes flicked back and forth frantically, searching for Bill and Wendy... the wood chipper... the Rift... But he found nothing. He was back in his room, in the Mystery Shack. 

     Sweat dripped down his face and back, and his entire body was quivering like a leaf in the wind. His sheets were tossed about and damp from perspiration, showing signs of a struggle.  

     Then, suddenly, he understood.

     It had been a dream.

     “Dipper?”

     Dipper lifted his head and was surprised to see Mabel standing there at his bedside, a pillow tucked under her arm and her blanket in her hand, dragging on the hardwood floor. Only in the dream had she been with Candy.

     She rubbed her eyes sleepily and spoke, worry lining her voice. “Dipper? Are you ok? You were rolling around a lot... and then you screamed.”

     Dipper sighed. “I’m ok, Mabel. It was just a nightmare.” He tried to sound reassuring, but his voice was still trembling. 

     Mabel plopped down uninvited in his bed, and he scooted over to give her room as she sat criss-cross on his mattress. “What was it about?” She yawned, leaning back.

     “Er...” Dipper hesitated. “I’d prefer not to talk about it...”

     But Mabel did not respond. She seemed to have fallen asleep.

     Dipper watched her for a moment, then his own tiredness crashed over him like a wave. Eyes growing heavy, he rested himself down behind Mabel and let out a long breath.

     He was safe. And so was Wendy.

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(a.k.a. the elder pines twins both have self-depreciatory views of themselves and need hugs, stat)

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Notes from a Writer

People often question my tendencies to allude to my characters from the books I write as if they are real people, and they wonder about my habit of referencing them as “my babies”. 

But love for a fictional being is hard to understand until one actually writes a book and creates a world of their own. An author’s characters become part of his/her life. Authors takes hours, days, or even years spending time with, discovering, and learning about their characters. Over time, the ones who only exist on paper become real, with flaws, a personality, strengths, and pains like any true human. They are the fruit of an author’s labor, and they are beautiful. 

The author falls in love with his/her characters, and cherishes them as if they were part of his/her family. 

So to all you authors out there, keep creating, keep writing, and love your characters. 

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Treasure Planet- I’ll Wait for You

Captain Amelia turned away from her crew and quickly hustled herself into her quarters, eager to be alone with her thoughts.She shut the door behind her and leaned against it, sighing.        Rubbing the silky thread of Arrow's hat between her finger tips, she felt as if the walls were closing in on top of her. A huge gap seemed to be opening inside of her, like the looming black hole that swallowed her friend. It took her several moments to make her chest stop heaving as she stared at the black and red hat in her hands. It was all so unbelievable. So hard to registered.        She staggered blindly across the floor and collapsed on her chair. Elbows resting on her desk, she cradled her head in her hands.        Mr. Arrow had always been there for Amelia, since the day they met all those years ago. They'd been best friends for as long as she could remember. Now he was gone. Gone forever. She'd never see him again.        She suddenly made an awful squeaking noise as she struggled to fight off the overwhelming sadness that consumed her like a dark cloud. She was the captain and she had to stay strong. For her crew. For her reputation. For Arrow.        Except, Arrow wasn't there anymore.        The tears were more persistent than any enemy she'd ever faced. Soon enough, they began to pour down her face uncontrollably and she was unable to stop the constant flow.        She clutched her friend's hat like it was a life line. It was a haunting reminder of what had been. Her heart felt like it tore right in half, bruised and broken. Her best friend was gone forever and he wasn't coming back.        Amelia and Arrow met in elementary school and instantly became the best of friends. When Arrow moved to Amelia's home town, he'd been a shy, sensitive boy. Oh, how he changed since then. But Amelia always knew that delicate side of him still remained, despite his outward appearance. For up to his last day, he'd let her see that part of him that he blocked off from almost all the world.        Back when Arrow was the new kid on the block, outgoing Amelia was the first to speak to him. Over the years, the two grew closer and closer. There was rarely a time you'd see one without the other. It was as if they were joined at the hip. They depended on eachother and counted on eachother and both trusted the other with their life. They were inseparable. And unstoppable.        As Amelia slowly climbed her way to the top, her goal being to become a captain, Arrow continued to have her back.        Amelia always believed he would always be around for her, but she never thought he would be taken away so suddenly. It never even crossed her mind.        But it happened and Amelia had never felt so alone and helpless. Every beat of her broken heart seemed to hurt worse than the last as she cried uncontrollably into Arrow's hat, soaking the fabric.        Out of all the challenges and mishaps over the course of her life, Amelia had never felt such a sense of loss, hopelessness and defeat. But why had this one tragedy cost her so much? Even more than when her father died?        Then the answer hit her like a brick wall.        She was in love with Arrow.        She was bewildered at how she'd missed it before. All those days spent with him, all those times she caught him staring at her, how slow to enthusiasm he'd been when Amelia got her first boyfriend and how he tried to be happy for her but did a horrible job of it, how he held her close when she was scared or upset, how he risked his own life to save her, and she'd never noticed.        But now he was gone and she couldn't tell him. She was too late.        Calming her heaving sobs a bit, she squeezed her friend's hat. "I love you." she murmured under her breath, praying that, wherever  he was, Arrow could hear her.        Suddenly, the room seemed to lighten.        Lifting her head and sniffling, Amelia wiped the tears from her blurry eyes. It only took her a matter of seconds before she realized the golden glow was emitting from behind her.        She swung around in her chair but saw nothing. Then a breeze stirred her whiskers. She closed her eyes as the familiar, musky scent of granite and sky wafted around her.        Then a whisper echoed in her ear. "I love you too. I will wait for you, madam."

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Debts- Gravity Falls FanFiction

"Come on, Dipper. Last time you had a 'big surprise' for me, we accidentally blew up the kitchen." Mabel replied with a chuckle, pleasantly reminiscing in the memory. Now, with summer so close to an end, even Grunkle Stan scolding them for the accident was an amiable thought.        Dipper shook his head determinedly and swatted his sister's prying hands away from her blindfold. "We're almost there."        Only a half hour ago, Mabel had been sitting in the living room, knitting Stan a goodbye sweater, when Dipper came running to her and told a tale of some surprise he has for her. She wasn't sure what kind of "surprise" it was by the serious look on her twin's face, but she abandoned her work and followed him anyway. And now there she was, blindly being led wherever Dipper wanted her to go.            Speaking of Dipper, he was remaining grimly silent as he guided his sister, and it was causing Mabel to feel apprehensive, especially while she couldn't see. Finally, he spoke. "We're here."        At that moment, the pressure on Mabel's eyes lifted and the moonlight bathed her vision as she blinked a few times. She gasped.        "Dipper? Why are we here?"        Ahead of them, sitting precariously on the very edge of a sheer cliff, was 412 Gopher Road. The factory loomed ahead, dark against the indigo sky, its derelict form as foreboding as ever. Its broken windows reflected the shimmering light of the full moon, and the bricks has long since fallen, dissipated, from their spots in the cement wall to give the whole place a dingy, abandoned feeling.        "Someone's here to see you." Dipper answered Mabel's question quite simply and made his way up the dirt path to the building's broken doors before she had a chance to respond.        Feeling irritated and a bit hurt, Mabel trailed after him, taking in her surroundings. She hadn't been here since the incident with... you-know-who. So, naturally, she was unnerved by her brother's taking her here.        As for who was there to see her? She had no idea.        Soon enough, though, she got a distasteful answer.        Dipper gave the big double doors a shove and heaved them open with a grunt of effort. As soon as the two twins stepped inside, a bitterly familiar voice echoed throughout the factory, "Dipper? Is that you?"        Mabel spun around and turned on her brother, betrayal and distress layering her expression and lacing her voice. "Dipper! What's going on? Why is he here?"        Dipper gnawed on his bottom lip and didn't answer, but his eyes darkened to hint that he expected his sibling's initial reaction to be like this.        The voice came again, bouncing against the walls and rattling in Mabel's ears. "Dipper? What is it you wanted to see me fo-"        Out of the shadows stepped none other than Gideon Charles Gleeful. His neatly brushed white hair seemed to glow in the moonlight that streamed through the shattered window panes, and his baby-blue suit continues to look crisp, clean and neat. He was looking much better than when Mabel last saw him, amidst the Weirdmageddon nonsense. The red flush had crept back to his freckly, dimpled cheeks, and his plump shape had returned to make him seem like a picture of health compared to his think, sickly, and pale apocalyptic look. To this day, Mabel continues to be unsure why the boy had taken such a beating during Bill's rein of terror: last time she checked, he was in close ties with the evil triangle demon.        Upon seeing Mabel, Gideon's unfinished sentence faded off into oblivion. "Mabel!" He gasped, sweat now beading on his forehead. He then also rounded on Dipper. "There had better be a good explanation for this!"        "There is! There is! I promise!" Dipper reassured, raising his hands in surrender. Then, he took a deep breath and turned to his sister. "Mabel... I have something to tell you. Do you remember when we saved you from your bubble after Weirdmageddon began?"        Mabel nodded and was bewildered to see Gideon's already red cheeks blush like mad. Something told her he knew exactly what Dipper was talking about.            "Well that rescue wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for him." The male twin gestured to Gideon, who stared at his shoes and muttered something under his breath with embarrassment.        "What?!" Mabel exclaimed before she could stop herself and wondering if he was joking. "Him?!" Then, she regretted the startled tone in her voice when Gideon winced, still refusing to look up.                "He had the key to your bubble." Dipper went on to explain. "When Wendy and I came to save you, he wanted to keep it- he thought he could make you love him by keeping you hostage."        Mabel rolled her eyed, the taste of bile rising in her throat at the statement that just proved Gideon hand't changed at all. What she wasn't expecting was what Dipper told her next.        "After a bit on convincing, he surrendered the key and went on to fight Bill's minions, who were coming to stop us. This resulted in him being captured. He sacrificed what could have possibly been his life for you in return for one thing- that I tell you what he did."        The redness crawled even farther along Gideon's neck as Dipper finished off.        "So here we are." He replied, gesturing around them. "I'm fulfilling my promise."        Mabel, stunned to silence, hovered there for a bit, staring at her hands as the story settled in. Gideon had... saved her? She looked up at her brother, then the flustered Gideon, then back again. Dipper gave her an encouraging smile and nodded to the boy across from them.        Still feeling a bit unsure, Mabel slowly approached Gideon, the recollection of the last time the three of them were here still present in the back of her consciousness. She hesitated for a moment, surprising even herself, and shut her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she dispelled the disturbing memories from her mind. Then, not really sure what to expect, she strode forward.            Suddenly realizing he was being neared, Gideon looked up with a sheepish expression. He stared a bit, eyes glinting with regret, then gulped. "Can you ever forgive me?" He asked in a quiet voice.        Now it was Mabel's turn to linger in silence. Never had she ever expected to hear those words from this boy's lips. She considered it, tossing the prospect around in her mind for what felt like an eternity.        Suddenly, she found Grunkle Ford and McGucket's reconciliation coming to mind.        I've tried forgettin'... maybe I should try forgivin'        Just when Gideon opened his mouth in preparation to convince her, Mabel lunged at his, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. His short body stiffened taut as a bowstring for a moment, then relaxed.        "I forgive you." Mabel murmured truthfully.        When she pulled back, she was stunned to see Gideon's eyes gleaming with tears. He blinked a few times and sniffled, self-consciously wiping the corner of his eye with the back of his hand.        "So..." Mabel said, rocking back on her heels and smirking with the very edge of her mouth. "Since I'm going to be leaving town soon... maybe you'd wanna video-chat or something?" She gave him an affectionate punch on the arm and added, "Ol' chum."        Gideon let out a small giggle of delight. "Yes." He replied. "I think I'd like that very much."

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Over the Garden Wall- Empty House

        One breath was all it took.         One single gust of air huffed from deep within his lungs and the flickering flames inside the lantern disappeared, and took with them his heart. The flames had once been beautiful to him- a symbol of love- of dedication and tenderness. It was quite odd though, how a few sentences had turned the lantern from a beacon of hope to something heinous.          The woodsman, with no feeling in his body and no thoughts in his brain, climbed the creaking old steps to the front porch of his house and planted himself on a wooden rocking chair. He had gone to his house... not the mill. He would not dare go back to that wicked mill. No, he had returned to his house... his empty house. Faint echos of memories had greeted him as soon as the house was in sight, and most of them were happy, but they filled his heart with grief for what had been lost.         Feeling weak and weary, the woodsman leaned forward and stared at his hands. They were cracked and rough from years of handling an ax. They were dirty. He thought of the things these hands had done... the Edelwood Trees... what they really were...         But he felt nothing. He should have... by all means, he should have felt emotions beyond the words of any language. But he did not. He only felt hollow- a void of emotion. A thought occurred to him... maybe his heart was too broken to feel anymore. It should have been a frightening thought, but he was beyond that point. He only felt a deep chasm inside him.         It was bitter cold on that night. The wind was painfully chilly as it blew through the leafless branches of the trees. Fat, puffy flakes of snow sauntered from the sky, coating everything in a white blanket that was soft on the eyes, but stinging to the touch. Even the stars in the sky seemed merciless; their cold, silvery light shed itself on the land, sending the snow into a dazzling sparkle. The billows of powder were untouched, and eerie silence stained the night air.         The woodsman let out a long breath, which became a cloud of mist that swirled away into the atmosphere. He knew he should probably head inside and light a fire, but something kept him on that porch. He had refused to enter his house for so long, and that old stubbornness clung to his broken heart like cobwebs.         He did not want to see the empty halls or hear the echo of his own footsteps hitting the wooden floor. The empty fireplace would mock him, and the grimy windows and mirrors would scorn him.         Suddenly, there was a noise.         The woodsman's head turned towards the door. It was slowly falling open and the light of a candle spilled from it, causing the snow to glisten.         A face peered around the door, and was followed by a body. There were tears running down her cheeks, but a tiny smile was on her lips. Her hair was brown and a bit messy and her clothes were simple, composed of shades of black, grey, and brown. Her dark eyes were wide and glassy.         The woodsman immediately shot up out of his chair and his jaw dropped.          "Father?"         There were several moments of complete silence after that, in which the two stared at each other with thunder shocked expressions. They barely breathed and never blinked, as if each of them was afraid the other would disappear if they looked away for even a moment.         Then, the girl dropped her candle in the snow, dashed to her father and threw her arms around him.         The woodsman suddenly began to tremble. His knees buckled as he showered the top of his daughter's head with tearful kisses and the two of them fell to their knees on the porch. "Oh Anna..." He whispered. "I thought I would never... You were..."         Anna buried her face into his clothes as laughter erupted from her chest and tears dripped from her eyes.         The woodsman clung to her, maybe a bit too tightly (though she did not complain), as if he thought she would slip away again if he loosened his grip. He relished in her woodsy scent and her warmth against his chest. It was something he was so sure he would never experience again... but yet, here it was... here she was.         There, on the porch of an old house, in the bitter cold wind, surrounded by the darkness of the night but not touched by it, the woodsman and his daughter embraced each other for the first time in years.