Hereditary

Chapter One: Gravity Falls, Oregon

The Pines siblings had gotten a distressing phone call from their two grunkles. Their great aunt had recently passed away from bone cancer and the two siblings had to go to Gravity Falls for the funeral. Dipper was upset and so was Mabel. But their great aunt was a weird woman. She was obsessed with Hell and the devil, anything to do with the devil and hell, she was obsessed with it. She was very spiritual but in a very strange and evil way. Their great aunt was also very obsessed with Mabel but the only reason for that was was that she wanted Mabel to be a boy because the devil didn't appreciate girls according to her. She tried putting a curse on Mabel to make her a boy but it all went wrong and it made Mabel look weird like if she were disabled. Dipper was a regular 17 year old boy. Nothing exciting or strange ever happened to him... well for now at least.

The Pines family were in the church, mourning their grankle. Great uncle Ford stood at the stand, looking at everyone who was there at the funeral. "Wow... it's surprising to see so many new faces here... my sister would have loved that... my sister... well she was a very strange woman. We all loved her of course but she was just... strange." As Ford was giving his speech, Mabel had her drawing pad in her lap and drew strange pictures of her Grankle, clicking her tongue every 5 seconds. Stan carefully took away Mabel's drawing pad so that it wouldn't disturb anyone at the funeral.
After a few hours later, the funeral had finished. No one was surprisingly crying. Mabel pulled out a chocolate bar she had in her pocket and began eating it. Grunkle Stan touched her shoulders, looking at her.

"There aren't any nuts in there, are there?" Stan asked her. Mabel shook her head no. Mabel had a really bad peanut allergy. Even if she had a little nibble of a peanut, her throat would close up and she would die within 10 or less minutes. The Pines made their way back to the shack.

"There aren't any nuts in there, are there? We don't have the epipen." Ford said as the family made their way into the car to drive home.

When everyone arrived home, everyone took off their shoes and socks, making their way up to their bedrooms. Dipper walked to his bedroom and sat down on his bed, grabbing a guitar that stood there on the side of his bed. He strummed his guitar a few times then looked up at his wall which had a picture of his grankle who was wearing all white, sitting down on a chair. His grankle was a nice yet a very strange woman. She wanted Dipper and Mabel but mostly Mabel all to herself because their grankle wanted her to be a boy because 'the devil wouldn't allow Mabel to be a girl.'
Ford was on his knees with his hands pressed together, praying to his sister in the picture. Stan was sitting on the bed, watching his twin brother pray. He rolled his eyes and just didn't get involved to what Ford was doing. In Ford's head, he heard his sister talk to him but Ford wasn't happy... he was scared so he stopped. He stopped what he was doing. He stood up and grabbed his bag.
"I'm going to the movies. I'll be back later." Ford said to Stan as he made his way out of the house to his car. But he wasn't going to the movies. He was going to a group meet up about loosing loved ones. He entered the hall and sat down on a chair, looking at everyone who was sitting on chairs in a circle. There was nothing but silence. Dead awkward silence. Ford than wanted to break the silence. "Hello. I'm Stanford."

"Hi Stanford." The rest of the people said.

"I recently lost my sister to bone cancer. She was a strange woman. She was really into evil religious stuff and she wanted my great niece to be a boy. She was obsessed with her and my sister wouldn't let go of her. My sister's brother had committed suicide by hanging himself..." Ford then stopped because he was choking up, crying. "It got really hard for my family... I don't want to hurt them anymore... I don't want anything or anyone to harm my family..."

Back at home, Ford was wishing his family good night. He saw Dipper in bed, sleeping. He smiled softly and kissed his forehead gently. He left his room, closing the door and walked to Mabel's room who was still awake. She was sketching a picture of her dead great aunt in her coffin. "Mabel.. honey. It's time for bed." Ford said calmly as he carefully put Mabel to bed, tucking her in. He looked through Mabel's sketchbook, seeing her drawings.
"Who's this...? Is this grankle?" Ford asked, looking at the young girl. Mabel didn't reply. She looked like she was about to cry, not looking at Ford. The two didn't talk for about a minute.

"Who's going to take care of me?" Mabel suddenly asked, fiddling with her blanket. Ford laughed slightly.

"Uhh, me of course.. " He smiled at her but Mabel didn't smile or laugh.

"When you die... who will take care of me?" Mabel said quietly, looking like she was crying.

"Well... you're great uncle Stan would take care of you... or Dipper.." Ford shrugged slightly. "Go to sleep, Mabel. We've had a big day.." He gently pushed her hair out of her face and kissed Mabel's forehead gently. "I love you." He smiled gently at her and stood up, walking out of her room, shutting the door behind him.