I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

Rescued

(A/N: Hey, yo. So, uh, sorry for the super late update! This chapter just kept lagging and I had to delete some parts and I hit a couple of writer's blocks and wasn't really sure where the story was going for a while, so..... (;A;) Anyways, longer chapter than usual. Just for you, bro! Okay, chapter starts.... NOW.)

We weaved our way through the streets, my bat swinging and smacking into passing birds as the golf car swerved. Gideon, pale and paranoid, hunched forward at the wheel, his sweaty palms jerking and catching at every turn.

"Where are we going?!" He wailed at me over the cawing ravens. My hair snatched onto a raven's claw, causing me to cry out. I turned, swatting the bird in an instance, watching it veer away from me with strands of blond hair entangled in its talons. I hissed.

"Just keep going straight!" I responded, squinting my eyes. I had no idea where Dipper could be. But I had an idea.

Facing the wide streets of Gravity Falls, I received a veiny mental image of the town. Take a left, and you'll wind up at the laundromat. Keep going, and you'll hit the elementary school's local playground, seeded with elderly squirrel-feeders and precautions parents. Zoom past it, and there's a car's sales place, which leads into the downtown area, where a strip mall stands at the center of it all.

I turned my view to the sky, peeking cautiously past the golf car's top, to see a vortex of swirling ravens almost a mile away. Closer to the clouds, the birds expanded in a sort of feather-mesh, canvassing the tips of buildings. As the birds got closer and closer to the earth, you could see their trail narrow out and become a pinpoint to one particular spot in the downtown region.

That was our destination. I stuck my neck back within the golf car, just moments before a bird's beak could zoom past me and puncture my throat. They paid us little mind, though few turned to give us a peck, all flocking in a hurried migration down the street. I patted Gideon's back.

"The birds are all going to the same place! This'll lead us to Dipper!" I confirmed.

"Are you sure?!" Gideon's face scrunched up, sweating as he faced me. I bent down behind him, my left hand resting on his shoulder and my right pointed ahead.

"Positive!" I remarked. And, as I did, the feathers began to thicken.

~Dipper's POV~

Wendy rummaged through the liquor cabinets of the bar, pulling out bottles by the arm-fulls. Tyler sniffed at her, his arms folded, the room almost completely pitch black. The birds had successfully surrounded the bar on all sides, making retreat impossible. I sat on a stool, my elbows propped up, head resting on the backs of my entwined fingers.

It had been a long time, last I was actually welcomed here.

"Hey, Wendy." I mused. "I'll have a Malibu." Eyeing her back, I waited for her response. She refused to meet my eyes, continually going back and forth from the shelf to the counter, piling up the bottles. She huffed.

"Mind giving me a hand, pretty boy?" She cracked, giving me a crooked smile. "I'll get you a small drink later. Promise."

I felt a familiar twist of excitement, considering the drink, only to sigh.

"It was a joke." I said, half lying. I slid from my seat, getting behind the counter as I helped her unload her precious cargo.

"What are you doing exactly?" I pulled at a few bottles, slipping their necks between each of my fingers. Wendy had shown me how to carry them like that, back when I was still just starting out and held my bottles close to my chest. I'd carry three and hand one to Wendy, keep one for myself, and a third one we'd split. It seemed fine to carry them like that, until Wendy pointed it out.