DERPY KIND! Gravity falls (reader insert)

Not What He Seems

🔑NO ONES POV🔑

The scene begins with an establishing shot of Gravity Falls, late at night. A blue pulsing light glows.

Then, a shot of the vending machine inside the Shack, which is also periodically back-lit by the pulsing blue light.

⭐️Cut to Stan Pines in the underground laboratory beneath the Shack, working on the universe portal.⭐️

Stan pulls a lever, and green fluid pumps into large, glass tanks.

Stan: Come on, come on. Should be just enough to finish the job. (Removes his fez and glove, and without knowing, wipes toxic waste on his forehead, which sizzles and briefly glows green) Whew. Can't be too careful with this stuff.

Red lights flash and a buzzer goes off. Stan smiles and turns to look at screen. The screen reads "EVENT INITIALIZED" and an eighteen hour countdown begins.

Stan: (Reading from Journal 1:) "Warning," blah blah blah, "Extreme usage could result in minor gravity anomalies." Can it, Poindexter! (Slams journal shut) I've come this far. I'm not givin' up now! (Pushes a button, and the portal begins to spin) Yes, this is it.

Stan's fez floats off of his head. Outside the Shack, rocks float off the ground, along with Gompers the goat.

A boat lifts out of the lake. In the scrapyard, broken-down cars and junk lift off the ground, and inside McGucket's makeshift shack, a blue light blinks, illuminating the sleeping and floating McGucket and the functioning laptop which now reads "ACTIVE" under an image of the portal.

Back in the Shack, Dipper and Mabel, as well as Waddles, float off their beds, but sleep undisturbed. Your eyes open glowing a mix of yellow and blue but it appears you are sleeping with your eyes opened.

There is a resounding "thunk" as everything in town touches back down to the ground.

Stan: It's gonna be a bumpy ride, but it'll all be worth it. (Synchronizes what looks like a large wristwatch with the steadily ticking countdown, still displayed on the monitor) Just eighteen more hours. Finally, everything changes. Today.
A draft blows the journal shut.

❤️Cut to Mabel, running down the halls, followed by a tired Dipper who is holding hands with a floating Y/N.❤️

Mabel: (Running down hall) Ahh! It's here it's here it's here!

You: what is?

Dipper: (Sighs)

Mabel: (To Dipper and you:) Okay, so I was just opening random doors - because I'm a creep - when I found something amazing!

Dipper: (While rubbing his eyes) If it was worth waking up at seven AM for, that will be amazing.

Mabel: Feast your eyes! (Opening door to reveal closet filled with various types of fireworks in a box labeled "DO NOT TOUCH!")

You: oh wow! (Smiles floating down to ground)
Dipper: Whoa!

Mabel: (Puts hand on Dipper's and your shoulder) Bro. Bro. Derpy. We're all thinking it.

You: July the 4th-
Dipper and Mabel: Crazy rooftop fireworks party!
You: oh-

Stan:  (Marches up to them) Not so fast, kids! There is no way on earth you're setting off those dangerous, illegal fireworks... (Smiles and bends down to put his arms around their shoulders) ...without me.