Falling Gravity (Season 01)

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With his legs crossed and leaning his back on the chair he sat, Dipper passed the pages of a Journal with a black cover and a golden six-fingered hand with the number 1 drawn in it. He was bored, he couldn't see his sister, and there was nothing better to do. So he decided to try searching for something to research in Falling Gravity. The problem is, the creatures were hiding too well nowadays. That frustrated him. When his Grunkles came they were almost easy to find, now they are becoming impossible! Just because it was his turn to explore. He pouted in frustration. Unfair, really unfair.

The first Journal didn't seem to have anything interesting anymore. Maybe it was because he was just flipping the pages and not exactly searching for something specific. If he was, then he would have found the joy he always does on his researches. Could the lab have something interesting for him? Maybe Ford still had some captive creatures that he didn't finish studying. Dipper had his own Journal — cover, drawings and all written by him — but he didn't continue it, he stopped when he was ten. In his defense, the author found everything possible of that town, and it was getting extremely hard to find something new.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Dipper turned his head to the door. "Come in."

The door was opened by a woman wearing a black blazer over a shirt and a pair of black pants, the shirt having a lilac flower stamped on it. She smiled at Dipper. "Hey,"

Dipper smiled at her. "Hi, Melody," he turned back to the Journal. "What's up?"

"I wanted to see how you were feeling." Melody entered and shut the door behind her. "You know. . . With your sister being locked away."

Dipper didn't look at her. "I'll be fine." he said. "It will be over soon."

"I. . . Know." Melody sighed. "Just checking. If you need anything, just call me."

Dipper nod. Melody didn't end the conversation there, though. "You can take off the eye patch, Tyrone."

"I'm good." Dipper smiled at her. "But thanks."

"You're home, Dipper. This is your home. I know why you're wearing this." Melody said.

Dipper sighed. "Yes, you do." he looked at the rooftop. "Sadly, you do." Melody got closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder. Dipper turned to her. "Hey, Lilac, can you do me a favour? Before, you know, my Uncle decides to send me out again."

"Of course." Melody wrapped her fingers together behind her back. "What do you need?"

"A good pastry," Dipper looked at the mirror besides him, pensively. "Strawberry and chocolate. With some good juice or soda."

"Not healthy at all, you candy addict." Melody softly slapped his shoulder, not to hurt. Dipper laughed in response. "Your Uncle Stan already scolded you about this."

"I know, I know," Dipper shrugged. "But scolding won't stop me from wanting candy. It's like telling a dog to stop barking and expect it to never bark again."

"But you're not a dog." Melody caressed his head. "You're a kid. A very mature one, by the way. Some would be concerned."

"Would they?" Dipper asked. "Hm, never thought about that." he looked at his Journal. "Do you know anything about the Lake today? Like, you know, anything weird."