Dipper Pines was insane. Completely out of his own mind. Or maybe too far in. He imagined things. Saw things. Things that a child like him should never see, that nobody should. They /thought/ he was insane. Gnomes aren't real. Zombies aren't real. Ghosts aren't real. But... ..Nightmares are real. ...And for this brok...
I have never thought I could lose everything I had to a tragic virus outbreak. The only thing that seems to be keeping me sane is my sister, Mabel. Heck, she's probably the only reason why I have any fight left in me. I don't know what I'd do without her by my side. In an apocalyptic world, there is only one thing I n...
Dark¡Dipper. This is after the return of the real Stanford. After Mabel ignored Dipper's pleas to press the button. He feels betrayed.
(Completed) Bill Cipher has been hiding a secret for many years and it starts to unbury. He has a daughter. Bree Cipher is the daughter of Bill and mischief is leading her towards the humans, towards the Pine's twins. Bill thinks the twins are too dangerous to even see Bree, which could force her to have to join in wi...
After Dipper has regained his body and Bill had been taken away from it. Strange things have been up with Dipper and not just the arm pains. -------------------------------------- I do not own gravity falls or the characters, Gravity Falls belongs to Disney. I do not own any of the photos Inspired by the story 'Useful...
Dipper Pines made a deal with the evil triangle, Bill Cipher, before. It was a huge mistake. When Mabel is on her deathbed, Dipper finds himself face to face with Bill again, ready to make a deal to save Mabel. DISCLAIMER I DONT OWN GRAVITY FALLS OR ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS ALL RIGHTS TO DISNEY AND ALEX HIRSCH I was w...
A coming of age story with zombies, in which a girl, teenager, and pregnant woman endure hell on Earth in hope of finding a better life in this epic rewrite made for fans and new readers alike. Orphaned by the horrors of a cruel and grotesque world and still mourning the loss of the people closest to her, a nine year...