Your POV:
Here I am. In a car driving by a "Welcome to Gravity Falls, Oregon!" I pull out a black journal that I've been keeping entries in since I can't remember when. I began to write:
Dear Journal,
Welp, welcome to our new home. It may not be Madison, Wisconsin like we're used to, but at least it's something.
This is (Y/N), Signing off.
That was kind of short. Oh well. I really don't feel like writing today. I stare out the window and look outside. Very forest-ey, I think to myself. That may be good. We pull into our new house. It's a nice house, and there's a giant woods behind it. "Mom!" I yell. "I'm going to go take a walk!"
"Great!" She yells back. "Don't go too far!" and with that, I headed into the woods.
YOU ARE READING
The boy in the woods (Dipper Pines X Reader)
De Todo"I-" I began to say. "I-I really don't know if I can trust you." "Well, I don't know if I can trust you either, and yet here I am." You have just moved to a small town called Gravity Falls, Oregon. You never really wanted to go, though. But when...
