Gravity Falls Welcomes You (xreader)

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Your P.O.V.

     It was cloudy and grey outside. Nothing seemed alive. Exept all your hopes and dreams, those were alive and blooming. Kidding, kidding. Those were six feet under.

Mabel and Dipper were working at the Shack today and your uncle, as usual, was being a complete lovable quack. He kept asking you very random questions all morning such as:

     "Have you seen my pants?"

     "DID YOU STEAL MY SKETCHBOOK?"

     "I'm hunnngrrrryyy. Will you make a poor man a sandwich?"

     "Don't ya wish ya girlfriend was hot like me?"

     Okay, he sang the last part, but you get the idea. He was a total wacko. You didn't care, but how did your parents make the decision to let him take care of you for the summer?

     Around 11:30 he started watching a slasher movie. You were no way going to watch that, so you retreated to the attic.

     Being the nosy twat you were, you decided to have a look at the ominous piles of stuff that was pushed to the side of the room. There was bedsheets on all of it, but their existence was really pointless. Some bedsheets weren't going to stop a person determined to rummage through personal stuff.

Scrambling to your feet, you whooshed the sheet off the stuff like you were performing a spectacular magic trick. Underneath the bed sheet was something shocking. Underneath it was...more art junk.

     "Aw man." You mumbled. "Seriously, the guy's obsessed."

     You looked around again. "Oh well. The stuff's not going to rummage through itself!"

For half an hour, you looked the mounds of art and art supplies. Some of the art dated back to Dave's high school days, but even then they were breath taking.

One of the sketchbooks were very...peculiar. Every single page was filled by a beautiful, nameless woman. Very interesting.

     "Dave was a real ladies man back in the day."

"Guh!" You dropped the sketchbook and turned around.

Bill's P.O.V.

"Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn't want to wake him would you?" I pointed to the reclining chair. Little did she know I put a harmless little sleep spell on him.

"Do you know what the deal is? You know with all this?" She gestured toward the sketchbook. Curious thing.

"You'll find out soon enough." I sat down next to her, smirking. I knew that if I didn't tell her she would be irritated.

"You little bad name. I know exactly what you are doing."

     I gave a slight laugh. "Are you sure you know what I'm doing?"

     "What are y-"

     I snapped my fingers.

A/N- Sorry short chapter, I've been busy and kind of...out of it lately.