[🔶] Gravity Falls: Rewritten!

Chapter 37: Something Rises from Below

There was fire everywhere.

The air was thick with the screams of townspeople, blending with the cackles of creatures from other dimensions as they tore the town apart from its core.

It was a party, they said— a celebration their boss had waited centuries for.

His vision shook. He clung to anything he could find to keep himself grounded, to stay sane. This was the end of the world as they knew it. Prophecies coming true, yet no one had ever asked for this.

He watched as his friends; Soos, Wendy, Candy, Grenda, McGucket—were taken away, turned into stone. Even his former enemies; Robbie, Gideon, and Pacifica—shared the same fate. And there was nothing he could do.

He saw his family—Stanford, Stanley, Mabel—trapped inside the blue pyramid, screaming and reaching out for help. Their fists pounded against the barrier. And still, there was nothing he could do.

Then he saw Y/n.

Lying on the floor.

Bloody.

Not breathing.

And there was nothing he could do.

How could he save her now? He had failed her.

The promise they had made, to watch each other's backs and protect one another, lay shattered.

He woke up with a sharp inhale.

It hurt his lungs, but he forced himself to breathe. Hot air pushed out through his nose, and he could feel the weight of it in his arms. His palms were damp, sweat clung to his temples, and a thin sheen coated his skin.

The world around him was dark except for the moonlight slipping in through the window of their shared bedroom. He turned his head to the left. Mabel was still breathing. He blinked rapidly. She was there. Good. He was awake.

His eyes locked on nothing in particular. He was sure he was staring even as his vision blurred. His chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath ragged. Mabel's words echoed in his head.

"I'm okay. Mabel's okay. We're safe. Everything will be okay."

Now that he was back in Gravity Falls, he could see it. The town had returned to something close to normal. His friends were safe. His family was safe. Y/n was safe.

Y/n.

One second, she was the anchor that kept him grounded, the reminder that things were okay. The next, she was the center of every worst-case scenario his brain could invent.

She never did anything wrong—it was his anxious brain twisting things, inventing problems that weren't there. Still, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Dipper shook his head, trying to think positive, just like Mabel always told him.

Anything positive about Y/n?

Where could he even start?

He reached for the cool chain under his shirt and pulled out the pendant. His thumb traced the grooves: the bud in the center, the petals circling it. A daisy.

That necklace carried everything. It pulled him back to the bus stop, to the way she slipped it off and placed it in his hand. To the moment he worked up the courage to kiss her cheek. He remembered the adrenaline flooding his body—cold hands, heart pounding loud in his ears, her eyes shining, the pine-scented air around them.

It all came together like an orchestra of senses, wrapping him in the memory of her.

He let out a small breath, slowly feeling himself calm down. Thank you, Mabel, was always his final thought before drifting back to sleep.