[🔶] Gravity Falls: Rewritten!

Chapter 33: Ectoplasm Mayhem!

It always warmed her heart to see creatures she had healed moving freely again, no longer trapped in pain. Every time she helped one, it reminded her why she chose to do this.

During one of her expeditions, she finally encountered the elusive Hide Behind—one that she and Dipper had been tracking for days. But instead of running or hiding, it approached her on its own, holding out one of its stretchy limbs as if it were injured. Suspicious, she knelt down to examine it, but with just a touch, the so-called injury was gone. The Hide Behind let out a delighted rattle before vanishing into the shadows again.

She even had a rather dramatic patient burst through her clinic doors one day—Celestabellabethabelle, wailing about a broken horn. The unicorn had apparently heard rumors of a healer in Gravity Falls who tended to magical creatures, and she simply had to see if it was true.

Fixing the horn was as easy as patching up a scraped knee. Though Y/n never really asked for payment, this was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. Folding her hands together, she tilted her head with a sweet smile.

"Would you mind giving me some of your unicorn hair?"

Celestabellabethabelle recoiled, recalling her last unpleasant experience with a human asking for her hair. But since this healer had done such a fine job, the unicorn sighed dramatically and agreed. With a pleased hum, Y/n carefully snipped off a strand, tucking it away safely.

Now her clinic would be protected.

Protected from what exactly? She wasn't sure, but in Gravity Falls, it was always best to be prepared.

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It was time for her daily expedition. Her backpack was already packed with all the essentials—her journal, Abuelita's homemade cookies, a disposable camera from Soos, and a canteen filled with grape juice from Melody. That family was way too good to her.

With everything set, she headed out, ready to see whatever the woods had in store for her today.

A few hours in, she found herself at the manotaurs' cave. The moment they saw her, they erupted into cheers, chanting her name like she was part of the pack.

She quickly noticed, though, that most of them were covered in bruises and scrapes. When she offered to patch them up, they waved her off, proudly insisting that their wounds were proof of their strength—despite one of them literally limping and gasping for air.

"You sure?" she asked, watching as the injured manotaur wheezed on the floor.

"Battle scars, little warrior!" another manotaur boomed, slapping his own bruised chest with pride.

"...Right. Well, suit yourselves," she sighed, leaving them to their questionable idea of self-care.

She wandered deeper into the forest, the sunlight peeking through the thick canopy above. As she walked along the riverbank, something glimmered in the distance, catching her eye. At first, she assumed it was just the sun reflecting off a puddle.

But then, it moved.

Stepping forward cautiously, she observed the movement in silence, her senses sharp. A faint, distressed chirp caught her attention, making her kneel down and brush away the tangled debris. Beneath it, a tiny creature struggled to move, one of its limbs bent at an odd angle. It must have injured itself trying to crawl out of the nearby stream.