Back To Gravity Falls: Beware the Beast (Multiverse Crossover)

Blood, Sweat, Tears

Coraline looked at the sky, picking off her nail polish absently as her expression grew sad, "I'm worried about your grandma."

"I'm worried too, but we can't bring her here, right? The house is warded, but we'd be inviting danger." Wybie muttered out loud, visibly uncomfortable.

"I know. I do, but shouldn't we check on her? Let her know we're okay?"

"We can do that over the phone, Cor," Wybie crossed his arms, shifting his weight. "It's dangerous even leaving the house now. Us even being off the porch is dangerous."

"I know, I know," she sighed, exasperated. "I don't know how to explain it. Ever since I drew those tarot over and over I feel like something is pulling me along, telling me to follow its lead. I know it's crazy, Wy, but I can't explain it other than it's extremely difficult to resist my urge to follow this gut feeling."

"I have a weird question..." Wybie asked, reflexively smacking her hand gently to get her to quit picking at her nails. "Have you looked at the cards at all since?"

"Honestly, I've been afraid to," she whispered, crossing her arms to keep from picking her nails any more. "That's a good point, though. Maybe... We'll look before we go. Maybe it could soothe my nerves."

The two went inside with a somber air about them, Dipper and Mabel quietly arguing with each other in the far corner of the room, Wirt in the kitchen, and Norman away with Gregg somewhere.

The two trekked up to the shared room and Wybie sat patiently as Coraline located her cards. Everyone sleeping in the same room had felt safer, more comfortable, but it was getting harder to fall asleep.

"I will just ask a question this time, I'll be more straightforward." She shuffled the cards brushing her fingers lightly over them as she shuffled, breathing deep before asking her question. "What fate lies in store for Gravity Falls?"

The card nearly made her bowl over, "Oh no..." She whispered, "We have to go. Now."

She left the cards on the bed as they scrambled down the stairs and left, the cards still on the bed-- the two of swords inverted: symbolic of an impossible choice, a choice between two evils.

...

After the two burst through the door, long gone, Norman, Mabel, and Dipper all exhaled sharply with worry. Mabel came back, phone in hand, "They did a reading. I looked it up. I don't know what they see coming but it's not good. Not like anything has been lately, but why not add fuel to the dumpster fire?"

Norman screamed, seeing the old ghost's face nearly pressed against the glass. It had never been so close before.

"What?!" Dipper yelled, trying to follow his line of sight.

"So, uh, I may have been conveniently not mentioning a particular ghost I have been seeing since I got here and he keeps getting closer and closer... He's right in the window..."

"Well," Mabel fumbled awkwardly, "What does he look like?"

"Really old, haggard you know, thin, long white beard, he has this really crazy look in his eyes."

Dipper seemed to have a look of epiphany on his face, "He can hear us right, would he be able to communicate through you?"

"Maybe, it expends a lot of energy, so--"

"Is that you, McGuckett?!" Dipper yelled, hands around his mouth as he looked to the window.

The ghost winced, sticking his fingers in his spectral ears, thick drawl making the words nearly incomprehensible, "I may be dead, but I am not deaf, Dipper Pines."

"I'm... guessing that's him," Norman shrugged, "Why have you been following us around? You've been creeping me out."

"I can't talk much, don't have the chance! Bill's back and he's coming!"

"We know he's back, we figured that out already!" Norman facepalmed, to which Dipper looked at him irritably and mumbled about not translating.

"No, he's coming! Now! Your friends are in danger!" He drawled, pointing toward the woods.

"Shit!" Norman stumbled, grabbing his phone and fumbling around, "They're in trouble. WIRT! We gotta go! WIRT!"

"What do you mean? They just left a while ago!" Mabel insisted.

"Well, why don't you ask the dead hillbilly?! We don't have time for this!" Norman sputtered, Dipper following behind and Mabel whispering her awkward thanks to thin air before running behind them to the van.

"Coming!" Wirt yelped, Gregg came out of his room and yawned, clearly having been taking a nap.

"I'll lock the door, be safe." Gregg smiled sleepily, following him to the door and locking it and checking all the windows before lying down on the couch instead.

...

Wybie and Coraline were more than halfway to the house, sprinting as fast as they could before they both ran out of juice and slowed to a walk.

"We should've asked for a ride," Wybie whined, his calves and lungs burning.

"Now you tell me," Coraline rolled her eyes. "I'm just so used to not asking adults for help, Wy."

"I know."

"We're almost there, wanna try to run the last bit?" Coraline muttered.

Wybie shook his head, "I'll call her, tell her we're close by."

He got out his phone and dialed, ringing busy, "I think she's on the phone with her bird watching club, she usually always answers."

"Stay on the line, then." Coraline insisted, the two of them walking as quickly as they could for as tired as they were.

The two stopped, less than 20 feet from the house when they heard something rustling in the nearby trees. They didn't even see the chupacabra, the Beast, until it had its teeth sunk in Wybie's leg.

He let out a blood-curdling scream as it dragged him back into the woods, his nails digging and uprooting the soil as he was pulled.

Coraline screamed, shaking, disconnecting Wybie's call to his grandmother to call the group.

The call picked up after 2 rings, "It got Wybie! It dragged him into the woods by Lathe Street, please hurry!"

She stood, watching the woods with tears in her eyes, her entire body tremoring as she waited for everyone to arrive.

...

She didn't wait long, the kids poured out of the back of the van and all of them tore after the drag marks.

When they found Wybie though, they were shocked to not only find him okay but wailing on the Beast. Fists slamming hard into its head, Wybie's hand dripped blood but it was hard to tell just whose it was. Hearing the 6 of them enter, Wybie turned and the distraction allowed the Beast just enough of a distraction to escape, whimpering as it ran.

Wybie's eyes were completely black, an eerie smile on his face as he flicked the blood with disinterest from his hand, "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Tezcatlipoca."