[🔶] Gravity Falls: Rewritten!

[3] Intensive Scrapbook Therapy

Day 1 - August 25

"Dude! Look what I got!" Soos called out to Dipper once the chaos of restoring Y/n's memories had finally settled. Y/n was resting now, asleep after all the effort, and everyone was scattered around the Shack, trying to clean up the mess that was left behind. Dipper had just been reaching for a can of Pitt Cola when Soos' sudden shout made him turn around.

Dipper's curiosity was instantly piqued when he saw Soos rummaging through his messenger bag. "What happened?" he asked, excitement and nerves buzzing in him.

"Boom!"

Soos triumphantly held up three familiar-looking journals.

Dipper's grip loosened, and the can of Pitt Cola slipped from his hand, spilling all over the floor. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"What— how?!" Dipper stammered. "I saw them burn! I watched them go up in flames! How is this even possible?" He stared at Soos, trying to make sense of it.

Soos shrugged, still grinning. "Dude, I dunno. I found them lying in the woods, totally untouched. No burn marks or anything. Maybe when that triangle guy disappeared, everything went back to normal."

Dipper couldn't believe it. He carefully took the journals from Soos, his heart racing as he held them in his hands. Not wasting a second, he dashed to his room, avoiding his great uncle entirely as he took the back way upstairs. He needed a moment alone with the journals before the guilt of hiding them from the author kicked in.

Mabel was nearby, counting her stuffed animals and checking if any were missing, but Dipper paid her no mind. He dove onto his bed, practically shaking with excitement. Holding the first journal, he quickly flipped through the pages, his eyes lighting up at the drawings and notes he had pored over countless times. But there were things here that were new, or at least no longer scribbled out.

He spotted sketches of Y/n, now fully visible, her name appearing again and again in the author's notes. He couldn't believe it. Ford's encounters with Y/n were suddenly clearer—parts of the puzzle Dipper had never seen before were now falling into place.

And then he opened the final journal. It felt heavier, bulkier. Dipper's breath hitched. Pages that had been burned or torn out were back as if they had never been damaged. There was so much new information, things he had been desperate to learn all summer.

His eyes were drawn to a particular page, dark with ink—and something else that looked like dried blood. The words at the top sent a shiver through him:

MY MUSE WAS A MONSTER.

Dipper felt a cold chill race down his spine. Ford must have written this during some of his darkest moments. There were scribbles and frantic notes scrawled all over the page, along with Y/n's name scratched into the margins, as if calling out to her.

His stomach churned with unease. Ford had gone through so much. He could feel the weight of his turmoil as he stared at the page, his heart heavy.

Dipper snapped the journal shut, the thud echoing in the room. He wasn't ready to face that page again. Not yet. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, torn between his burning curiosity and the gnawing guilt of prying into his great-uncle's private thoughts.

But then again, maybe just one more peek wouldn't hurt...

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Day 2 - August 26

It was the middle of the night when Y/n woke up, her eyes struggling to adjust to her unfamiliar surroundings. She blinked a few times, making sure she was fully awake, and unconsciously let out a yawn. The room was new to her. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in the living room, but now here she was, in a bed with soft morning light trickling through the curtains.