Zero Gravity: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Chapter IX

Opposite Stan's POV

I woke up on a hard, cold surface. I opened my eyes and took in a breath of the cold, crisp Oregon air. I looked around to see a small, grey room. There was a bucket in the corner with a small sink, and a cracked mirror above it. I walked over to it and looked at my reflection. I jumped a bit at the sight.

My clean shaved, smooth skin was dotted with tangled grey hairs, and a permanent frown. I used to be nice and clean. Now I'm a dirty old hag. Suits me for having daily thoughts of killing those kids... Wait, the kids!? All I can remember was me holding the knife to his throat. Hope I didnt hurt him. For some reason I have lost the urge to kill kids... Hmph, must've hit my head hard.

I walked to what looked like a door. There was a faint outline of where the door was. No handle, though. As i reached to push on thte small frame, My arm wouldn't move. I tugged at it, to find it buckled to my side. Same with the other. It had just dawned upon me that I was in a straight jacket. No, no, I'm not supposed to be here! I need to make sure those kids are ok. I love those kids...

I turned around and used my foot to repeatedly kick the door over and over. I kicked and kicked. After hours of kicking, I was so exhausted. I fell on my side and snored. I slept for an hour or two when I heart a clatter.

I slowly opened my eyes. I rolled over to see a person with a tray. "Dinner." they said. When they went to set it on the floor, they tripped over something. The tray splattered all over the walls with what looked like water and mashed potatoes, with an unknown substance on top.

This is my opportunity. As the man bent over to clean the mess, he slipped on the mess and went unconscious as his head collided with the floor. I layed on the floor and used the fork that the man was carrying. I rolled all over the fork, it loosended one strap. I pulled on my arms and one cane free.

Once I fully removed the straight jacket, I took the grey clothing I had on, and swaped it with the man's. I put the straight jacket on him and dragged him to the bed. I said a small prayer and walked out.

I shut the door and casually walked through the building, pretending I was an employee. The outfit I had swapped had the initials, G.F.M.F.

embroidered on it in bright red.

I looked around for an exit. I saw what looked like one and made a run for it. As I exited the building, I broke into a sweat. This was still Gravity Falls. People would recognize me. I turned to see on top the building, a sign said Gravity Falls Mental Facility. G.F.M.F.. That's what it was. I saw a bike leaning up against a tree. I jumped on it and pedaled down the hill. When i got through the small forest, I saw a very familiar place.

I saw a small gas station, dropped the bike and ran in. I sheilded my face from anyone who would recognize me and headed for the bathrooms. I ran in the big stall and locked the door. I began to scrub my dirty face and then I got an idea. I went to the registor with a razor. I checked my pocleta for any spare change, and found a 20 dollar bill.

I avoided eye contact with the cashier and bought the razor along with shaving cream. I returned to the restroom and shaved my entire face. I looked like a new man. I barely recognized myself.

I went outside and hoped on the bike. I pedaled to the shack and went inside. Tyrone was sitting at the register. He didn't look up as he said, "Sorry, the Mstery Shack is closed for a while. Check back in a week." he looked up at me. I removed the hat embroidered with the red letters, revealing my recognizable shaggy hair. Tyrone began to shiver when he screamed and ran upstairs.