Journal 2 - A Gravity falls Au

Tourist Trapped part 2

I know the truth.

I wish Norman could read my mind. We are walking down a rough path into the woods. "Lost in your thoughts?" Mabel asked.

"ahh- crap Mabel, you are Mabel. Mabel is my sister. Not a bunch of gnomes." Mabel made me jump.

"Gnome?" Mabel asks, before bursting out in to laughter, " Is this a new conspiracy theory? People are gnomes- phhh now unicorns are real! What's next, wait lemme guess the triangle on the dollar bill was put there so it can watch us sleep." Mabel and Norman had to stop walking because of their laughter.

"Haha, good one- but I haven't considered that, I look deeper into it at the shack." I respond taking note on my arm, yet this statement caused Mabel and Normans laughter to just get worse. I roll my eyes.

Mabel and Norman had took 15 minutes to get up and continue walking. They were holding hands. Ew. The leaves rustle in the wind behind me, I swing my head back yet to be disappointed by seeing nothing interesting behind me. I hear hurried footsteps. Mabel and Norman were probably running of together. I swing my head back round and my guess was true. I remain stationary. I feel a shive down my spine. I heard somewhere that if you feel a shive down your spine someone is either walking on your past lives grave or someone dead is trying to communicate with you. Cool right? I

I start walking on my own. I lose attention to my soundings as my legs drag me off of the path. Then down a rough hill. They stop moving right before the lake. I decide to sit down. I try to focus on my thoughts yet the only thing that comes to mind is Mabel and Norman. I pull out the journal, flick to a random page which just happens to be Cipher. I sigh.

My eyes feel heavy. I shut them. All I know is that the journal is safe in my jacket...

...

I wake up to the feeling of rope on my arm. I cant see the sky, its just leaves bunched together. I sit up and hear rope snap. I quickly roll left and stand up. "I look around to what appears to be some sort of gnome town. " Where am I" I mutter to myself. "Ow, what the heck?" I look down to see a bunch of gnomes bite down onto my legs. I shake them off. "Hey that's not very nice!" A gnome with the exact same voice as Norman yells. I pick him up by his overalls. "Where did you bring me?" I ask.

"Gnome Capital." He responds.

"Who are you?"

"Geoff, leader of the gnomes."

"So you are the head to Norman. Why did you bring me here?"

"You were in the way Pinet-kid, you were in the way kid, you were getting in the way."

"Don't even try to make Mabel your queen."

"H-how did you know?" I put Geoff down and begin to walk off. I climb up a tunnel and start running. Would Mabel believe me? Would she trust me? Will she hate me?

I've been running for five minutes. I decide to stop, I doubt the gnomes would be able to chase me down that fast. " DIPPER!" I hear Mabel.

"Yes!" I shout back. I can see Mabel run towards me, she stop in front of me.

"Where were you?" Mabel asks. I just shrug my shoulders. Mabel grows a huge smile, she then waves before shouting, "NORMAN OVER HERE I FOUND HIM." I can hear what I assume to be four gnome feet being used as legs/feet for Norman. "DIPPER DUCK!" Mabel shouts. I feel something rough hit my head before my legs fail me...

I watch as Mabel storms off past me. The dirt powder blocks my vision as my eyes begin to fail me as well...

"You should read the page aloud Pinetree. It will seriously help the both of us." A loud echoes in the tight room I've woken up in. The room I've woken up in is completely black. I stand up. "Who are you?" I ask.

"Who do you think I am?"

"I don't know, the gnomes?"

"Don't deny what your mind is telling you."

"What the- what are you on about?"

"You know what I'm on about."

"No I don't."

"You do though, you just deny it."

"I don't deny anything."

"You say that yet you let others' thoughts get in your way. You want to think I am something yet you are scared to admit it as if you told someone close, per say Shooting star, they would tell you that it's not true and mock you for it." Now that I think about it, that's how I feel. I try to deny the exitance of many things that I believe just to feel, normal? I guess.#

"Now your getting it!" the voice echoes, "WHO AM I!" It exclaims.

"You are-" I get cut off by a new familiar voice shouting my name. I feel myself flying upwards before I can say his name...