Chapter 12: Post-apocalypse Confessions

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(Yeah, I couldn't think of a good title.)

I KNOW MABEL HAD A BIRTHDAY CAKE SWEATER BUT I FELT LIKE SHE SHOULD HAVE WORE THE SHOOTING STAR FOR THE STORY. YES IT'S A WILLING CONTINUITY ERROR. COME AT ME.

DIPPER POV:

I ran through the town, not even stopping for a breath. My vision was blurry from tears and I could barely see. I tripped over a stone pedestrian and yelped as I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. I looked frantically around and saw an eye-bat headed my way.

I cringed from the searing pain as I strained to put the pressure on my leg. I then spotted the mall entrance. Of course! Wendy! I limped weakly as I made it to the doors. I saw a giant head spot me.

"Hey kid, how do you feel about getting into my mouth?" he asked. I closed the doors behind me and limped a couple of yards out of his reach. I finally allowed myself to fall on the ground.

"Hey, kid! It's really rude to just ignore someone like that!" He said as he made his way to the doors.  He reached in and grabbed my shoe right off of my foot! I scooted backward. "I think you wanna get into my mouth."

I kept crying. "It really is tempting..." I said to myself as I made my way to the fast-food joint.

I limped over to the Nacho place where a perfect trap was set. "Wendy!" I yelled. "I know you're in that bush!" I said while sobbing.

"Dipper?" Wendy asked, getting out of her disguise. That's when she saw me on the floor in tears. "Dipper!"

I limped towards her and she caught me as I fell.

"Dude are you okay? What happened to you?" Wendy asked as she helped me to her secret shelter."

I groaned in pain as I felt the pressure on my foot again. "Do you want the entire truth?" I asked, wiping my sore, red, eyes with a ten-dollar bill.  "No holding back?"

Wendy looked in confusion. "First of all, dude. Elevate your foot, it's obviously a sprained ankle."

I did as I was told and in a struggle, shifted my body to make myself comfortable. Wendy took a seat by my side.

"Where's Toby Determined?" I asked.

She seemed shocked. "He's out somewhere right now... wait. How did you know I was here with Toby?" she asked, suspiciously."

I sighed. "Because... I'm from the future..." I mumbled.

Her eyes lit up. "Wait... what year?" she asked.

"2022," I replied.

"Cool," Wendy said. "So you're supposed to be like, in your twenties?" she asked.

I nodded. "I would be 23," I said.

She smirked. "Prove it, tell me something only you from the future would know."

I rubbed my chin. "Well..." I began. "What do you want to know?"

She thought for a second. "What was I going to give you when you leave Gravity Falls. I didn't tell anybody this, so there is no way you could know."

I smiled. "You are going to hand me an envelope, It'll read "To Dipper" in big blue letters. Your instructions were to read it when I missed Gravity Falls. I opened it and read the words, "See you next summer!" Along with that was the signatures of everybody. You, Robbie, Pacifica, everyone!"

She gawked. "Dude... You're for real?" she asked. "I thought you were bluffing!"

I shook my head. "Nope. Definitely not faking."

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