Warnings: none for now. i think
Word count: 1019
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Immediately after we settled down from saving grandpa from Bill, we hear an explosion, which startles all of us. We race towards the sound, which came from grandpa's room. Gideon opens the door and pulls the deed to the shack out of the safe.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Pines family. Did I wake you?" Gideon cackles.
"But- but we defeated Bill!" Dipper exclaims and a look of confusion befalls my grandpa's face for a second. That's right... he doesn't know.
"Bill failed me! So I switched to plan B: dynamite!" Gideon held up a few red sticks.
"What? Bill? Who? What are you guys talking about?" my grandpa steps forward, still a bit confused. All he knows is that Gideon is here and he blew up his home.
"Spoiler alert, Stanford! I've got the deed!" Gideon grinned as he shows us the deed, "The Mystery Shack belongs to me! So get off my property!" By a handheld transceiver, he says, "Daddy? Bring it around the front."
We hear a loud sound and run outside to see what is going on. A humongous crane stuck its claw into our roof, knocking down the sign just nearby. "You can't just do that!" I exclaim, trying to figure out the legality of all that. God, I wish I was already a lawyer so I can prosecute Lil' Gideon.
"I can do what I want, Victoria," he says, using my full name, which makes me shudder a little, "I know this town will bend over backward to do as I say. I'll demonstrate." He looks at a man who was lifting lumber wood across the yard. "YOU!" Gideon yells, "Break Victoria Pine's glasses."
"Anything for you, Lil' Gideon!" the man happily complied, walking up to me and taking my glasses off my face. My vision gets blurry and I hear a snap, crumpling pieces of glass fall to the ground.
"See, Victoria. I can do what I want," Gideon cackles. My grandpa leads me away probably so I won't argue further.
"Come on, kiddo," my grandpa says, putting an arm around my shoulder, leading my blurry-visioned ass somewhere. I hear a car door open and grandpa says, "Door's right here. We'll get your backup glasses later..."
I enter the car, feeling around for the seat belt. I click it in and the car takes off. Grandpa mumbles some obscenities under his breath, just quiet enough for Dipper and Mabel to not hear. But I can.
"What are we going to do?" I ask, still unable to see, "We just lost our house?"
I heard my grandpa sigh as I felt the car speed up just a little, "I don't know, kiddo. I don't know."
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We spend the night at Soos' grandma's house. She was kind enough to let us all sleep in the living room while we get everything all sorted out. I lay awake, not wanting to go to sleep just yet, not entirely believing what happened to me.
We had found my backup glasses hiding in a compartment in my grandpa's car, but they're not exactly my prescription, so I'm still having trouble seeing.
Frustrated with staring at the same wall, I get up and head to the bathroom, locking it to keep people out. I stare into the mirror, looking into the all-to-familiar eyes of Bill Cipher. I know he's there, watching from inside my mind, watching through my eyes. Watching me.
"Go away, Bill," I mumble, turning on the sink and washing my face. I look back up into the mirror, still seeing him. I am still haunted and trapped by him.
Sighing, I leave, defeated.
I walk over Mabel, snoring on the ground quietly, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito. Waddles snuggled up next to her, snoring in a pig-like manner. I lay back down on the floor, staring at the same wall I was looking at earlier. I turn my body to face the other direction, where my family is.
"Can't sleep?" my grandpa whispers to me from the couch. I didn't know he was awake. Sitting up, I nod, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. He motions for me to come closer, so grabbing a blanket, I scoot next to him.
"Are you going to send the twins back to their parents?" I ask, not wanting to hear the answer.
"We might have to. And I have to go get a real job," he tells me, "I haven't had an actual job in 30 years."
"I can quit soccer," I offer.
"You're going to live with your aunt. She just turned 22 recently," he says. My mom's sister. Or more like her half-sister. My mom is the only one of my grandma's kids that had a different father. And when my mom died, her siblings were too young to take care of me. I haven't seen any of them in years.
"Oh," I mumble, and he gives me a pitiful smile. My aunt lives in Iowa, far from Gravity Falls. Far from Oregon. Far from my grandpa. "Will I ever see you again?" I ask. He doesn't say anything and I know the answer to my question.
Most likely, you'll move in with her right before summer ends, in August," he explains. I only have a few months left. And I never even found out who my father was. Or who the author of the journal was.
"But you can't just give up! You're Stan Pines!" I tell him, hoping to instill some sort of fighting spirit. I want to cry, but I won't. I know I'm not going to just easily give up like that.
"Sorry, kiddo... Gideon is just too good," he tells me, grimacing as he turns to face away from me. And that's the end of that conversation. I go back to where I was sleeping, staring at the old, peeling, familiar wall.
Something is holding my grandpa back from fighting. I want to find out what it is. Maybe then we'll be able to get our Shack back. Our home. I take one last look at my grandpa, who is still faced away from me and I sigh. Let's do this.
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A/N: I am tired and I wrote this at school. I need sleep.
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Fanfic"You don't deserve love". That's all Victoria Pines knew when she was six. Then she made a stupid deal with a triangle... and now she has the family she always dreamed of. But at what cost? He could take it away at any minute. He's keeping something...
