Gravity Calls Back
I don't own Gravity Falls. Does anyone know who really owns and controls that mysterious town?
I stared out the window on the back of the bus until my eyes hurt, watching that tiny mystery shack with the demolition equipment in front of it retreat farther and farther into the distance. The only coherent thought I could muster was, "This is impossible!" But I should have known better. Anything can happen in Gravity Falls.
The whole day had gone by in a blur; we'd battled a triangular demon named Bill through the depths of Grunkle Stan's mind, returned to find Li'l Gideon in charge of the shack, argued everything out with the local police, and gotten nothing but back-talk in return. I couldn't remember the last two hours coherently; I'd been busy tucking the journal inside my shirt. No matter what, Li'l Gideon could not find it. No one could.
As if the Mystery Shack being destroyed wasn't bad enough, Mabel and I were now forced to go back where we came from. Grunkle Stan had packed us up and set us down by the nearest bus stop. Since the shack was going to be destroyed, he'd explained gruffly, he had nowhere to put us up. He'd called our parents. It was over.
We wanted to stay-needed to stay, but it was out of the question. All I recall right now was Soos crying, Grunkle Stan tearing Mabel away from Waddles and pushing us to the car with our bags, and Wendy climbing atop what was left of the roof. The last time I saw her, she was perched against the sunset, screaming at Gideon's dad, daring him to tear the Mystery Shack down. Why couldn't we have stayed with Wendy? She had the right idea.
What had Grunkle Stan said at the last moment, though? It'll be all right, kid. I didn't see how, though. No! It wouldn't be all right! Grunkle Stan had seemed to mean it, too.
Mabel was curled up beside me, leaning against the back of the huge bus. Her hand was hanging listlessly out the open window over the "Speedy Beaver" sign on the side. For once, She wasn't talking, and the pink sweater with a sunset on it that she had on seemed ironically appropriate now. I was trying to think. I still had the journal. Now what? Make a plan, Dipper Pines! There's always a plan! There's always something you can do; one more untraveled path in Gravity Falls…
I had nothing. I glanced over at Mabel. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and spoke for the first time since we'd boarded the bus.
"Dipper? We aren't coming back, are we?" Her breath caught in her throat, and she laughed in that nervous, girly way. "Remember when Mom and Dad told us where we were going for summer vacation, and you thought it was weird? And then, it was the most normal place on Earth, filled with family and friends and everything from getting kidnapped by gnomes to finding a bottomless pit to fighting-dinosaurs-and-weird-electronic-monsters-t hat-aren't-supposed-to-exist…"
How does any of that constitute the most normal place on Earth? I thought. I didn't try to interrupt Mabel, though. I just let her talk while my mind went to autopilot.
"…And now, I won't even be able to keep Waddles since we're going back to town!" I looked at her and snapped, the kind of snap you experience when someone you love is missing the big picture, and you're already devastated.
"How can you think about that stupid pig right now?" I demanded. "That's the least of our problems. We're headed back, Mabel. Back to Piedmont, California where we'll stay for the rest of our lives, RETHINKING EVERYTHING! Only, there won't be anything left to rethink! Gideon will probably uncover every last secret in Gravity Falls, use them to rule the known world, and all you can think about is what's going to happen to your pet pig!" I stopped, realizing what I was saying. My twin sister retreated into her sweater. I pounded my fist into the side of the bus.
"Mabel, I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean it-come on, sis," I attempted. Then, I saw it before I heard it. Wetting the yellow sun on her sweater, the tears came fast and hard.
A call, a golden, ethereal call, tore through the bus. We gasped and looked back. Gravity Falls was a speck on the horizon, but I knew that was where that desperate voice was coming from. I pulled out my journal.
The six-fingered hand was glowing. I bent and touched my forehead to the icon. Mabel glanced around at the few other passengers, but I already knew. None of them felt it; only us. Gravity Falls needed us back. It was summoning us back, trying to pull us like gravity. It was almost too much. Why were we travelling endlessly in the opposite direction?
Mabel and I stared at each other's tearstained faces, hoping something would happen to that bus, but knowing for once, that our wishes were impossible. I was still lost in "this isn't happening." She was still muttering her pig's name.
I would go back someday. Maybe sooner than everyone thought. I had volume 3, whether I was chosen or not, and I would return. I knew from the way my heart throbbed as the bus put more miles between us and the little Oregon town that I would always be drawn by the call of Gravity Falls.
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