Just Another Deal...

An Alibi

So I started with this song but the chapter developed into something else. Hope you enjoy, leave a comment if you do or otherwise😆

Wishes turned bitter, dreams left unfulfilled
Long forgotten childish whims, capricious in nature.
Turn bitter in the end, no longer quaint, it leaves the air with a chill.
As time passes, we lose that innocence, that single thing that makes us young. Makes us dream, feeds our imagination, and in the end, we all grow up. I'd never thought what kind of adult I'd be; I always thought I'd still be a kid in so many ways.

Then summers came and passed, pulling the rug from beneath my feet, and I fell, no longer riding my flying carpet through the clouds. I collided with the ground and broke. How could I be happy and carefree when the one person who understood me and accepted me wholeheartedly callously left me for better prospects? It hurt like so many needles stabbing me; they sucked me clean and stole the happiness that I exuded. Left me barren and empty, a husk of who I was.

I lost my light and my heart. I felt lost and so cold; there was nowhere I could turn. I gave in to that insufferable feeling, I let myself fall, and decided to try and fit myself into a mould I don't fit into anymore.
I never thought I'd give up, and it'd turn out this way. I thought that I'd always be strong; it just proved how weak I really was. I don't bring up my real thoughts and feelings to my family and friends because it would break me if they really do abandon me.

Maybe I'm selfish, and maybe I could've handled it better. I was so desperately clinging to the past. At the time, I didn't know how to voice my opinion to people who saw me as someone else entirely. Even now I struggle I look into a mirror and see someone I hate, because the person I see is someone who's to weak to break the mould. I stop and stare at the old diner. I hear my stomach ache for something to fill it. Deciding maybe pancakes sound pretty good right now, I walk in and find it almost barren.

Taking a seat in the back, a waitress came up and, in a bored tone, asked for my order. When my order is given, and she leaves, my eyes scan the place and see no change. It's like, over time, this place leaves everything stagnant, stuck in the past. Looking out the window, I watch the people pass outside and lose myself to my thoughts again. I can pretend it's not there, but the more I ignore my problems, the bigger they seem.

Why couldn't life be simpler than what it is? I hear the doorbell ring, signaling another person's entry. Deciding it's not that important, I continue watching outside as my eyes drift to the trees, thinking about the forest and the weirdness. I'd rather focus on that problem than face my own. Call me a coward if you will, but it's just easier to deal with other people's problems than my own. "Why Dipper Pines!?" I hear a very familiar southern drawl. Mentally sighing, I turn to come face-to-face with no one other than Gideon Gleeful.

I stare at him for a moment, not sure what he wants... at least he stopped dressing like a ventriloquist dummy, I note. "What do you want, Gideon?" I ask, letting my irritation show in my voice. "Now, now, Dipper, that's no way to act around old friends," he smiles in a placating manner, like he's the older one. "I'm sorry, when did we ever become friends?" I ask, hoping he'll leave offended. He ignores the question and sits down on the seat opposite me. "How've you been?" He says as he turns and calls the waitress over, turning back to me he smiles in something akin to genuine...I don't buy it. I sigh, "Fine," I mumble as I turn back to the window. He orders a slice of pie and begins talking about how his day is going.

I listen to him drone on with excessive detail, finishing the food I ordered at a hurried pace. Just as his food arrives, I finish, and I ask the lady for my check. "Nonsense, why don't you let lil' ol me pay for it?" he smiles at me, "Do you know how wrong that sounds coming out of your mouth?" That's all I can say to him. He's like 6'0 feet, and it's just way too creepy now. I laugh at his offended face; he gives me. Has he still been saying it up till now? "Look, Gideon, it's been...fun, but I have to get back to the shack." I get up and start to walk away. I stop and turn around, while he's an absolute narcissist he did help me. "Thanks, I feel a little better," I say, then turn back and walk to the door.

Walking back to the shack, I feel like I have a new perspective. Granted, I still don't like the person I am. I'm not sure I even know who I want to be.
The dreams are still happening, and I still don't get what they mean, or why they're happening to me. The weirdness is still affecting Gravity Falls, and if anything, it's only going to get worse. Honestly, I'm just depressing myself, but for now I'll let it happen and not overanalyze it.

This chapter started out pretty depressing, but developed into a sort of a good thing for dipper. I sort of brought Gideon into this chapter on the spot but it worked out I think. This was probably another filler in a way. I'm also giving dipper a push. I also want to thank Dreamcreator_17 for the song recommendation I can definitely  see myself using it
Baiiii~(>~<)/♡☆
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