Your name is -Reader-, well obviously you know your own name, but may aswell introduce yourself on page 230 of your fanmade journal 4. You had been a fan of Gravity Falls since it first aired, and despite how weird people thought you were, being a 19 year old who should probably go to college but instead was infatuated with a cartoon. You thought of yourself as living your best life!
Your special little journal contained original creatures thought up by your own brain. You'd write detailed descriptions and how to fend them off, it'd been a fun project to try and keep up with for the past few years. To be fair, you didn't have much of a life outside of going out and into the woods to hang around nature every once in a blue moon. It was fun to lay in the leaves and grass, and imagine ending up in gravity falls by some strange miracle.
A regular graduate, will be set for a good life. But you, you shall be special. Thats something you can feel deep in your soul, call it being "not like other boys/girls", call it main character syndrome or maybe being downright delusional but you just knew you were important for something.
The people you grew up with as family, did their best to encourage you to follow your passions and things of that nature. Making sure you always took your medicine and didn't skip meals and stuff like that, however it never stopped you from imagining a world where you were the star of a story. In a world out there, you were meant to be the line between good and evil, it would be so fun for you to just have that choice right at your fingertips.
Wishing to go to a fictional world was nothing short of what a kid would do, but what could you say, you were nothing short of a little freak yourself. A little freak with a taste for fun, you wanted nothing more to have a fun adventure with new friends and maybe even new enemies.
"Sleeping in the middle of the woods has always been a regular passtime for me, i'd come in, find a spot and lay my sad sack of a body on a bed of leaves usually. And i would nap until the sun would begin to set, because that is when i'd have the best ideas on what to note down.."
The reason you were writing this is because you had decided to rest in a well kept clearing in the woods directly behind your house and now you were somehow in a different place. Right outside a building to be exact. It was a summers night and you were next to a pair of steps..
This felt, familiar, oddly too familiar.
You looked to your side and saw a sleeping goat...wait...
Just then your body began to float upwards, instinctively you curled yourself into a ball. Keeping your pen and book flushed against your chest in an attempt to not loose it. You believed in anomalies sure, but this was next level! Where even were you, and most of all, why hadn't you thought of writing this in your book before!
A clearing that can teleport people? Absolute gold! When you had the chance you should finish your entry, anyway what was happening again? Oh yeah, floating. Just as soon as you tuned back into your surroundings you were already dropped back to the dirt and gravel below. It felt like a while, but honestly you needed to just lay there for a moment.
Maybe shut your eyes and..yeah...
However, next thing you knew you were waking up again, in another completely new place. The backseat of a car, this was seriously a weird day for you, or night, or whatever. You barely made out a voice, a very stern and serious one at that, explaining something. "We've got Mr. Pines in custody. Our men are searching the shack for that device. You take care of those kids." Huh, you never thought of yourself as a kid, maybe young but definitely not a kid.
You slowly opened your eyes, looking over to the other passengers. Two twins, a girl and boy, both who looked exactly like.. "Dipper? Mable?" You muttered, just barely grabbing their attentions. Mable's eyebrows were furrowed as Dipper studied you with a dead stare. Suddenly you sat up straight, realizing something was missing...Your beloved journal! "Hey! Where exactly are you taking us! And where the...." You glanced to the kids, "heck. Is my book!"
"We'll be taking all of you to child services, as for your book, we've taken it as evidence." Honestly, for a guy getting hit with such pressing questions, he was handling it like a champ. Not to say that was surprising, just impressing. "Boo!" Mable yelled out, meanwhile you splayed your arms out in a 'what gives' motion. "Im not even a kid!" However the whining you gave seemed to make him beg to differ. Curse you and your whiney antics.
"In the meantime, enjoy some mindless reality TV, designed to pacify you and make you stop asking questions." He spoke as he hit a few buttons and the small monitor infront of him played some kind of prank show. Not even the fun kind of pranks, just a stupid and downright mean kind of pranks.
You turned to the two kids who were already talking "Dipper, this is crazy! There's no way Stan was stealing hazardous waste. We gotta clear his name!" Thats when you finally realized the truth, you were in gravity falls. This wasn't a dream, your back still hurt from that gravity anomaly from earlier. You knew this episode too, 'Hes not what he seems', one of your personal favorites. Except now you were thrown in the middle of the action, and you already knew all the cards.
In fact you knew what Dipper would say next, "what about the security tapes?" You piped up, causing both children to look to you now. It was weird having the main characters stare at you, however you did realize you were a stranger who just showed up passed out when the government arrived. Clearing your throat you explained further, "i uh, i was partially awake, and i overheard him say something about security tapes."
Mable atleast seemed to buy it as she looked at her brother. Who seemed to think for a moment "Didn't Stan say he was restocking the gift shop last night? If we could get the Mystery Shack's surveillance types, we could prove he's innocent!" You smiled wide at the boys words, "and we need to get back to the shack, right?" You hummed with a more excited tone.
"I'll handle this." You literally had no idea what you were about to do. Like absolutely no clue, you were just doing whatever your body said to at this point. "Mable, can you unbuckle his seatbelt for me?" You whispered to the young girl who yet again stared at you "how do you know my name...are you...magic?" She gasped, you just gave her a wink and a smile. That seemed to do the trick as she grinned and leaned forward.
Her nimble hands pressed down on the buckles securer and it unclipped. You moved fast as you rolled down your window and used both hands, along with your non existent muscles to pull him out of the car. Shockingly, adrenalin does wonderful things and you were able to successfully drag that agent out and onto the side of the road, him tumbling down and into the brush.
You unbuckled yourself and quickly jumped over the center console and got into the drivers seat. "That worked! I did NOT think that would work! Haha!" You squeed, suddenly swerving the car to head back to where you just came. "Who- are you?" Dipper asked, to which you just looked back with a big ol' smile. "Reader, nice to meet you guys!"
You stepped on the gas and sped off.
Time to get back your beloved journal and clear Stans name, even if you already knew the outcome.
YOU ARE READING
-Idiotic Luck-
Fanfiction(A Stanford x reader, mental illness is real folks) You have always been a bit odd to those around you. Probably because you were going on 19 and you were still obsessed with what they'd call "just a cartoon". In your defense, you were insanely hype...
