(Please play the song above, it'll set a good ambiance for this chapter.)
It's been a week since the ball. I've been going to the lake every night but to no success. Maybe they're just floating isles, not stuck to the bottom of the lake... I kick a stone, hitting a small rock in the water with the smallest splash I've ever heard. Maybe I should give up. I'm losing sleep for something I don't even know if it exists.
I can only hope I won't get caught as I almost did a few days ago. Grunkle Stan had caught me standing next to my bed, yes in my pj's but still standing. I almost got caught as he almost wasn't convinced of my lie. I had told him I had opened the window because I felt hot lately and he looked weird at me, telling me I could also just open the window before going to bed to avoid waking someone up. I sweated as I quickly lied saying I feel too cold if I do it early in the evening. I remember breaking into a sweat as he stared at me and the window for a silent long minute, before telling me to just put on an extra blanket next time. I quickly agreed to him and the next day I spent the entire day taking note of every single floorboard that creaks. Drawing them in my diary which at this point has become a journal. I've been writing down facts about the weird supernatural things I pass by so I don't get confused. I didn't want to accidentally remember wrong which creature calms down with water being thrown onto it and who gets enraged by it.
Walking down the path back home I can't help but find the full moon glorious. Near-full moon I should say. I've heard that tomorrow will be a full blood moon. Full moon and the moon will be red? I'm not sure if that's a good sign or not. Suddenly I noticed something on my left I hadn't before because of the moon. I freeze in my tracks, shining my flashlight at it. I'd have taken my phone instead but it's charging back at the shack, so a flashlight and a whistle would do the same I thought. To my surprise, I find a statue in the middle of the forest. A triangle with one eye, a tophat, and a bow tie. It has arms and legs that aren't proportional to the rest of its 'body'. One of the arms is stretched out as if it's trying to shake someone's hand to make a deal.
No... that's not quite it. The glint in its eyes is as if it's pleading for someone to understand something a little less obvious. This is Bill, isn't it? I carefully make my way around, making absolutely sure I don't touch the statue or fall on top of it. Clearly, Bill would know after what happened, no one would take his hand anymore, especially since what happened last summer. So there's something else... What else could his hand mean?
The moon lowers a little as I circle the statue in wonder. Until finally I see something shimmer. Not in or on the statue. No, it's shadow. The place where its hand is held out has a hole right above it. I didn't notice it before as the shadow of the hole completely blended in with the shadow of the statue. Coming closer a bit I notice a slight white glint. I kneel down, leaning a little closer to understand what I'm seeing as the shadows slowly become longer and the shadow of Bill's hand moves onto my back. I feel myself choking on my breath as I suddenly feel a soft push on my back. Unable to even utter a sound as the wind suddenly picks up and I feel I'm losing my balance. I try to put my hands out to catch myself, but end up placing them in the hole and falling through. I manage to grab a root as I try to stop my fall, it gives me a split second of grace before it breaks, and with it, the break of my falling. I cry out as I reach out for the sky or anything to hold onto. But I'm met with a loud crack as I meet the ground.
Everything around me echoes as I try to push myself up on my arms to sit up. Needing a minute to be able to breathe properly again as the fall most likely bruised my ribcage. Once it finally no longer hurts to breathe I focus on the rest of my body. Weird enough I didn't break anything except probably a record of falling off a big height with minimal damages. I try to rub the dirt off of my hands which are scabbed and bleeding slightly from the tree root I had grabbed. A few splinters, but I easily pluck them out of my hands.
"If I didn't break anything then what-? Oh no-" I move my ass from where I had sat up, a broken plastic whistle laying in so many pieces, it'd cost more glue to fix it than to just buy a new one. The problem is, this is my danger whistle.... My phone is at home, so I have no way of contacting anyone I had fallen and could no longer get back up there.
Something white falls, the white that had shimmered in the moonlight. The culprit of what had been the cause of me falling in here. I hold out my hands as they slowly fall, having taken way longer than I to fall. Chills run down my spine as I grasp onto the white thing. It's soft yet it has a sharp edge. Slowly I lower my arms, gulping as I pry open my fingers, revealing a sight that makes me sweat out cold, feeling like I want to throw up.
A big, white, feather.
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A lost legend (Gravity Falls x reader)
FanfictionY/N comes to Gravity Falls after her parents aren't able to be there for the summer. Going to an old family friend's home to spend the summer she comes to realize not all is what it seems. There's a dark page on the journal Dipper shows her and not...
