Dreamer

Weirdmageddon 3: Take Back the Falls

The prophecy of Weirdmageddon came true.

I was locked in a fantasy bubble, filled with my hopes for the future. When I realized I was growing up too fast, I broke the illusion and made it my own. It was calm, quiet, isolated. The skies were a beautiful blue, the grass was fresh and green. It was a perfect world that I needed to escape.

The small cottage that sat in the middle of the fantasy was like the one in Gravity Falls. Nice and cozy looking on the outside, but dark and mysterious on the inside. I drew the zodiac symbol on the ground, inspecting the symbols. All of them seemed to resemble a person as I drew in my journal.

My powers started to overwhelm me as I sat in the middle of the zodiac symbol. Was it time? My hair turned a shining red. Wait, red? The rooms lights changed to red as I felt a power inside me. A burning fire needing to be released.

I needed to save the world.

A story echoed in my head. One that a foster parent told me.

"My ancestors told me of a great warrior. A powerful being, born from the devil. She could love, but never feel like she was loved. Until she would meet someone. Someone who would change her life. She would transform into what seemed like the spawn of the devil, but she would shape it into her own. Rebirth herself... into something amazing."

I felt limitless. My powers exceeded beyond human control, as I was no longer human. My shape form had taken over, a circle. I focused, feeling the fantasy fall apart around me until I felt a threatening air around me. Looking around in disbelief, my anger burned. Lyric, Dipper, Mabel, Ford. Everyone I cared about in this town was hurt.

And Dad was going to pay.

I blasted Dad with a power beam, making him turn to look at me.

"Oh, ho. Looks like dreamer's finally grown up," Dad commented.

Dark circles started to swarm the pyramid in the sky. I looked up, feeling my power burn brightly. I flew up and turned back to my human form, landing on the ground. Everyone looked at me in disbelief. My eyes watered when I saw Dipper, bruised and dirty.

"Let's save the world?" I said in a soft breath.

"(Y/n)!" Lyric hugged me tightly, breaking the circle. "C'mon, you're the last person."

"The bow tie," I realized, looking at the spot next to Dipper and Ford.

Lyric and I found our spots. We glowed, making me grin. I forced some of my power into it, making the circle on the ground glow as well. Lyric smiled at me. Dipper squeezed my hand, assuring me that he was there and he was not letting go.

"The rest of you, get out!" Ford ordered. "It's too dangerous." Ford looked at the spot next to him. "We just need one more person."

Stan.

"Stanley. Stanley, get over here! You're the only one left," Ford said.

"You realize this is a bunch of hogwash, right?" Stan questioned. "You really think some caveman graffiti is gonna stop that monster?"

"Dang it, old man!" Gideon exclaimed. "Now's not the time!"

"Come on!"

"What are you doing? You're gonna ruin this!"

"I've never held hands this long, and I am very uncomfortable!" Robbie commented.

"Woah, hey. I'm not the enemy here, people," Stan commented. "Don't forget who literally created the end of the world."

"Stop blaming each other for everything that's been wrong in your lives!" I protested.

"I'm sorry, Stanley," Ford said apologetically. "I know. Just help me fix it, please!"

"Fine," Stanley agreed. "Just do one thing. Say thank you."

"What?" Ford questioned.

"I spent thirty years trying to bring you back into this dimension, and you still haven't thanked me!" Stan exclaimed. "You want me to shake your hand? Say thank you."

"Fine. Thank you," Ford said quietly.

"Ah, see?" Stan said as he joined hands with Ford and Soos. "Between me and him, I'm not always the bad twin."

"Between him and me," Ford corrected, making me wince. "Grammar, Stanley."

"I'll 'Grammar, Stanley' you!" Stan exclaimed, breaking the circle.

"Stop!" I screamed, breaking them apart and holding them with my magic.

A dark shadow filled the space, making us pause.

"Oh, no, it's Bill," Dad commented. "Right? Isn't that what you're all thinking? Hey, Gideon, why aren't you dancing? Chop, chop."