Gravity Falls: Rewritten!

Weirdmageddon Part 3: Take Back the Falls

[author's note]: uhhh tw torture? keep safe!

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Dipper and Mabel couldn't believe their eyes, but the one person they wanted to see most was standing right in front of them. "Grunkle Stan!" they shouted in unison.

"Kids!" Stan dropped the baseball bat and rushed over, wrapping them both in a bear hug. He had waited so long to see them again—along with Soos and Wendy, who quickly joined in the embrace.

But the one person who had promised she would return with them... wasn't there.

The twins noticed Stan's expression shift before he even asked the question. "Where is she?" he demanded, his voice tinged with desperation.

Dipper's frown deepened, guilt and sorrow clouding his eyes. "She... she was taken by an eyebat," he admitted, his voice trembling. Stan's face fell, the weight of the news hitting him hard. He had held onto hope that she would make it back safely, that they would all be together again.

The refugees all muttered to one another after they heard the news from Dipper. Not Y/n...

"And I'm guessing with you here and not with my brother, he was taken too?" Stan guessed, turning to his great-nephew.

Dipper nodded, avoiding his gaze as he anxiously rubbed his arm.

Stan clenched his fist. "When I get my hands on that... monster, I'll—"

"You don't understand, Stan. It was supposed to be me," Dipper interrupted. "I stupidly ran across the street like an idiot, and the next thing I knew, she pushed me out of the way and got caught instead. Why would she do that?" His voice was filled with frustration and confusion.

Stan placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, their eyes meeting. "I think you and me both know why Y/n would do that."

Dipper stayed silent, knowing the answer but unable to say it out loud.

"The important thing is that you guys are back here, safe," Stan said softly.

Mabel stepped forward, giving her brother a comforting smile. "We'll get her back, Dipper. I promise." Then she added, "Meanwhile, can we talk about how Pacifica is wearing a potato sack?"

"Hey!" Pacifica interjected, clearly annoyed. "Even in a sack, I still look better than you."

"Hey, everyone!" Pituitary shouted, pointing outside the door. "EYE-BAT!"

The group gasped, and Dipper felt a chill run down his spine. They immediately ducked as one of the gnomes yelled, "Evasive maneuvers!"

Stan sprinted to the door and slammed it shut. Everyone else sprang into action, keeping quiet and blowing out the lights—anything to stay out of the eyebat's sight.

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Stan lit a match and tossed it into a can, casting a warm glow that illuminated the Shack and the weary faces gathered within. "Welcome to what's left of normal around here. Home base."

Dipper and Mabel scanned the room, recognizing familiar faces etched with pain and exhaustion from the effects of Weirdmageddon. From the littlest Lilliputian to Sev'ral Timez, who were singing about their injuries, it was clear everyone was struggling. Dipper was even surprised to see Rumble McSkirmish, now calling himself Humble McSkirmish.

"Grunkle Stan, how'd this all happen?" Mabel asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Stan began to pace, the twins following closely. "Well, after I went inside the Mystery Shack, Y/n and I were preparing to ration the supplies to last the end of the world. Then something unexpected happened. Y/n explained it was the unicorn voodoo you and my brother placed on the Shack that made it invincible to weirdness."