Gravity Falls OneShots

Raining

Here’s a oneshot for you guys! Lately I’ve been reading a lot of  books by Chris Wooding, and believe it or not, he’s my favorite writer now.

 

Anyway, this oneshot’s based on one of the books of his that I’m reading right now, “Silver” which, in short is about a disease that turns flesh to metal, and basically spreads by a host breaking one of the uninfected’s skin. An important note to anyone who has read this book- Since the twins are in a totally different place than Paul, Erica, Mark, and everyone else in Silver, they have different terminology for the creatures. This is why they are often referred to as zombies, when in the actual book, the idea of zombies is dismissed.

 

Anyway, this started in school when a single idea of Dipper and Mabel arguing about leaving the shack during the “End of the World”. It burned in my mind for about an hour before i finally gave up on trying to hold back and wrote it down on paper. I started out one page long but ended up being three pages, from the top to the bottom on each page.

 

Considering my handwriting is sloppy and huge, it probably won’t be as long as it looks when it’s written down but sometimes even short stories can be pleasing!

 

Reviewing is greatly appreciated, as always, but whether you do or don’t will probably not change my consistency in writing. I write for my own amusement, not for reviews.

Title: Raining

Summary: “I won’t let you.”

“You can’t stop me.”

That was it. “I will!” she croaked as a tear streaked down her cheek. “You can’t go out there anyway! They’ll kill you, Dipper! Kill you! Don’t you understand that?”  

<No intended ships>

Rating: low T

Mabel Pines had been scavenging the cupboards for food when Dipper walked in, grasping one of Stan’s rifles and a small, cream colored pack. She turned, and after a moment of studying the boy, she gave a him a dismissive look. “No.”

He ignored her. “I’m going out there.”

Mabel shook her head. “Uh uh. No, you’re not.”

Dipper sighed and looked past her, at the boards covering up the kitchen window. Outside, a soft pitter patter had started, and rain drops pecked the roof. “I am… We need more food, and I’m going to find it.” He paused, looking remorseful. “And Stan and Wendy too.”

“Soos won’t let you.” Mabel said simply.

“Soos doesn’t have to let me.” her brother retorted.

“I won’t let you.”

“You can’t stop me.”

That was it. All the pressure and fear Mabel had felt the last couple of weeks since the infection came out in tears like a storm on the Savannah.