Falling Gravity (Season 01)

WT (8)

A girl in a green robe with a hood on her head and an eyepatch over her eye cleaned the wounds of Wendy Wonder. The goddess was uncommonly silent — she trusted the girl more than any other member of her cult to speak up to, and she loved to chat with the girl. Maybe it was thanks to Fiddleford McGucket's, or Blind Fidds', presence in the room. She grabbed the rice powder from a wooden desk nearby and a brush.

"Brianna."

The girl didn't move. "Yes, my empress?"

"Do you know how love feels like?"

Fiddleford — who was taking care of Wendy's shrine — looked over his shoulder to look at Wendy. That was an unexpected question coming from the goddess. Brianna applied some of the power on Wendy. "It's a warm feeling inside you, that could always be mistaken by a panic attack."

Wendy moved her head slightly. "Have you ever been in love before?"

Brianna was quiet for a minute. "I don't remember," she replied. "But I feel like I did."

Wendy hummed in a very low voice. "I see. . ."

A man in a white shirt with green dungarees with a ruby rose attached to the left side of his chest like a brooch walked inside of the room adjusting the Asian conical hat on top of his head. He stopped when he was not too far from Brianna and Wendy. "Hello, my darling daughter!" Daniel Wonder, Wendy's father, said.

Brianna finished applying the pounder and went to grab something else. Wendy turned her head to Fiddleford. "Leave."

Fiddleford didn't want to, but he obeyed regardless. Wendy turned to her father. "Hello Dan— I mean, father."

"I've missed you a lot," Daniel said. "How if your quest going?"

"You would know if you spent more time in here." Wendy replied.

"Still no emotions?" Daniel asked, a bit disappointed and upset.

"It's a tragedy for me too, but what can I do?" Wendy closed her eyes. Brianna lowered herself in front of her and started to apply the eyeliner on her right eye. "I didn't call you for that."

"I know you didn't." Daniel muttered. "What do you need?"

"Is that old tent of yours still good for use?"

Daniel's eyes went wide. He raised a brow and smiled. "Why? Do you want to follow on your good ol' dad's footsteps?" he laughed. "I knew my little girl had a lot in common with her dad!"

Wendy opened the eye Brianna wasn't working on, giving her father a narrowed and cold stare — that went unnoticed, as Brianna was in front of her. She closed that eye again. "I do wish to perform," she said. "But with actual tricks this time."

Daniel put his hands behind his back. "I'll be glad to help." he said. "But there are some tricks you should avoid doing onstage, darling."

Wendy sighed, knowing he was right. Mortals weren't ready for her full power and greatness. But no matter, fame and money were not the goal of getting on a stage to perform to a bunch of flawed fools. "Is it available or not?"

"Yes, it is," Daniel said. "Should I prepare a reopening night? Your opening show?"

"Yes, of course," Wendy said.

"Fantastic!" Daniel exclaimed. "I'll make this the best attraction ever! I'll even get a reporter to interview you! This will be perfect, I promise."

Wendy didn't care about that — although she did love the attention and the admiration of the ones below her level — what she was mostly focused was on getting a certain someone to catch an interest on a psychic show. If he was there, then she'd be genuinely happy again. A smile was formed across her face as the image of Dipper floating with his cape and flames in both arms, showing off his true power, reappeared in her head. That boy didn't seem to be much younger than her, maybe a year or two, but that would be the maximum.

Wait, did her father say reporter?

He's leaving.

Don't let him leave!

"For the love of me, father!" Wendy shouted while opening her eyes and leaning forward. Brianna leaned back and Daniel froze, turning back to look at his daughter. "Don't get any reporter you can find, I beg you," she said, closing her eyes again.

Brianna sighed. "Ma'am, I'll have to restart the makeup again," she said. "Please, don't move anymore."

Wendy hummed. "Fine."

"Don't worry, my dear daughter." Daniel said. Brianna grabbed the makeup wipe and cleaned Wendy's makeup. "I'm not getting a bad reporter."

"Is it Tyler Determined?" Wendy asked.

"No! Of course not! Heaven shall punish whoever has the terrible idea!" Daniel said.

"Glad you know that," Wendy said. "Is it Susan?"

"Of course!" Daniel said. "After all, she is the best and the most famous reporter of town."

"Fine, go ahead." Wendy said.

"Can I leave now?"

"Yes, go." Wendy waved a dismissive hand.

Daniel turned and left the room. His smile slowly faded as he went down the staircases. A cold look appeared on his face — one just like Wendy's. "This time, my daughter will shine," he thought. "The Tent of Telepathy will do better than that stupid Mystery Circus!"

Fiddleford watched as Daniel left the palace. He smiled mischievously. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, now, does it?" he chuckled in a low voice. He looked at the book in his hands — a black rectangular book with a golden hand in the cover with a number two in it. "The story repeats itself. How will it end this time?"

He passed the pages of the journal. His eyes were filled with rage at seeing a sight he didn't want to — three pages were ripped, missing from the journal. "What?!"

"What's wrong?" one of the followers asked, startled by the sudden shout.

Fiddleford kept his eyes fixed on the journal. He blinked and kept his calm composure. "Nothing," he said. "Nothing to worry about."

"If you say so." they said, then left with the other to continue what they were doing.

Fiddleford looked at the missing pages. Darn him and his terrible memory for not being able to tell what was stolen from the book. He sighed and closed the journal, looking at the cover. "This wasn't him," he thought. "He wouldn't take pages, he'd take the whole journal if he had the chance." he fixed his eyes on the hand. "Which is something I won't let happen."

The lantern light brightened the golden hand of the journal. Fiddleford hid it on his robe and then left. Deciding to keep a little secret from his goddess. The pages wouldn't be a problem, surely, they were not so important. He better keep an eye on her next actions. Her liking towards a Cipher wasn't too good for him if he were to discover the connection between him and Wendy. But, this could also work for the greater good. His plan could work.

End of Episode Two