Where Daisies Grow || A Tribute to Gravity Falls: Rewritten

the problem is not the distance (it's what lies in between)

Well, this is some of the most awkward moments in her life.

Lena has always been in the scene of the crime; in which the crime is literally in situations where it can either scream plain weird to Gravity-Falls-Weird and there is nothing in between. Sure, she has had her fair share of anomalous events in her life, but there is always something that throws her off-course; literally or metaphorically. Not that it would be the first time nor the last. But this certainly takes the cake.

She had been through worse and through the more terrifying of the bunch, seeing as she is an anomaly herself, but this is just ridiculous.

Having been under the protection and care of Stanford Pines, she has a front seat to all the monsters and creatures and odd phenomena of the sleepy town; the weirdness and the uncanniness of everything somewhat soothed her. Maybe it's because anomalies are drawn to anomalies, especially when she has no clue where or when her life started. She may be projecting, but it does give her a sense of calm that also comes with a sense of dread about the safety of her loved ones.

She takes comfort in that fact, until her mentor is sucked into the portal and everything goes to shit. Now under his twin brother's protection, she has learned, or has relearned how to be a kid, while also trying to bring back a sense of normalcy her mentor has given her, or trying to bring back the worldview that she belonged here, with all the weirdness this place as to offer.

Lena keeps on convincing herself that she is used to this. She is used to all the stuff she had been through with both Stanford and F, and that she could go through worse because she has already stood on the shoulders of giants. She is used to this, she has faced worse.

But now, that thought is wavering, threatening to shatter in on itself as she faced the most monstrous thing she has ever seen. Lena has fought more monsters in her life than the times she has taken some time to herself and indulge in a hobby. But no matter, life waits for no one as the beast roars and sprints to her position.

She does not remember exactly how the hell she got here, but the question immediately melts on her tongue as the thing appears in front of her and takes a swipe at her crouched form with Lena barely missing the blow. She let out an annoyed 'tch' at her torn sleeve, but steels her resolve as she takes out her retractable sword, a gift from F. With one swift swipe of her arm sideways, the blade appears with a graceful curve, its sharp edges glinting dangerously in the low light of this ... dimension she was randomly placed in.

She glares, cold and calculating. Despite the beast's shrieking, she remembers F joking that even if she and Ford were not of the same blood, her face of pure concentration is derived from the older scientist's expression whenever he finds a new discovery or has figured out an answer to his long-awaited question. Lena has always been a follower to Ford's genius escapades, no matter how perilous it may seem. Follow after who raised you, follow after who was your constant companion.

But she can't follow anyone now. She is alone. Alone in a place where she sees no one else other than her and the monster towering over her, with no clue how she got here or how to get out of here.

Lena sighs, her tight grip turning her knuckles white.