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Chapter 1
SO im back for awhile, and im trying to get back in the swing of things. Trigger Warning: Story gets dark and deals with suicidal and adult themes.’
The real trigger warning should be how badly these themes are handled.
!SPACE!
Dipper gripped the wheel of his truck, driving into the town of Gravity Falls. He opened the glove box and pulled out a small caliber pistol and a pack of smokes. "Spent the best summer of my life here," He passed Susan's dinner, "good place to spend my last summer day." With tears in his eyes he pushed the gas, "I just want to get this over with." He banged his fist against the dashboard, "She was bad for me... she was bad for me... but i loved her..."
“Ah, summer break. A time for happiness, having fun, and enjoying being alive. Unless you’re me.”
Dipper pulled up to the Mystery Shack, the 's' still hanging off the Shack part. He got out of the truck and walked the porch, "Hey, im home." He pushed the door open and slowly walked in. Stand and Stanford wouldn't be here because they were traveling the world, and Soos was only the manager, it wasn't like he lived here and Wendy... like she'd come into work at this hour.
Except Soos moved in with his grandmother when he took over. Wendy’s job is also in question, since the show’s epilogue showed Melody working the register. On top of this, why would the Mystery Shack be unlocked if nobody was there? Please try to make sense, author.
Dipper chuckled at that thought, "Oh wow, look at that." Behind the counter was a cork-board full of photos from the summer he had spent here. There were photos of their fishing trip, the gnomes, and even Weirdmageddon pictures. Dipper sat his pistol on the counter and pulled the pin out of one particular photo, it was of Wendy. She was sitting behind the counter, reading a magazine as usual, but for some reason Dipper thought it was the most beautiful photo in the world.
It’s also one of the most nonsensical. Not only did Weirdmageddon become a town-wide cover-up, but having a picture of your employee not working, hung up right behind where they are supposed to be working, can’t be good for business. I knew injecting themes of suicide into a kid’s cartoon would be contrived, but I didn’t expect everything else to be.
"Hehe, she was such a slacker." He set the photo on the counter and headed upstairs, "Wendy wouldn't have hurt me," He stepped up and the stairs creaked, "That was years ago... probably doesn't even remember that summer."
The summer where she fought ghosts, a shapeshifter, amnesia cultists, unicorns, post apocalyptic road warriors, oh and the world almost ended. Yeah, sounds totally forgettable.
Dipper opened the hatch to the roof and sat in the old lawn chair up there, "Ahh there we are." He pulled out the pack of smokes from his front pocket and lit one up. "This was where i was my happiest... none of it remains though..."

Of course, just look at the Mystery Shack, the town, the forest, the chair you’re sitting in; none of it remains. What the hell are you talking about?
He went to reach for his gun that was supposed to be in his coat pocket, "Ah shit, did i leave it downstairs," He stood up and put out his cigarettes into his hand, "Almost there, just a little extra effort."
I wish the author had put in some extra effort. Nothing about this sadsack says Dipper Pines aside from his vague reminiscing. Physical traits? Nonexistent. Mannerisms? Replaced with pity begging emo stereotype. I bet you not a single thing aside from names and locations will mark this as a Gravity Falls story.
Wendy jogged down the path in the forest, music full volume in her ears. She started crossing where the path met the street when a truck zoomed past her and almost hit her, "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING MOTHER FUCKER!" Wendy saw the truck pull into the Mystery Shack driveway, which made her angrier.
And she had already wasted the biggest swear words the author could afford her.
"Who the fuck was that?" She ran to the shack and saw a tall man walk into the mystery shack with a gun. "Oh my god, he's gonna rob the mystery shack!"
By threatening all those people that aren’t at work.
She stealthily approached his truck and found a broken bottle in the parking lot. She stabbed it into his back tires, "There, now he won't get away." She slowly walked to the door, bottle in hand ready to strike.
Sure, Wendy, ruin the guy’s tires for doing open carry. It’s not like calling the police on your cell phone should have been your first choice.
Dipper walked back down the creaky stairs, a hissing sound came from outside, "Huh, snake fight outside." He walked to the counter and picked up the pistol, "There you are," Wendy, behind the door, thought this line was meant for her. She took a deep breath and busted through the door and tackled Dipper to the floor. "I GOT YOU..." She looked down to see Dipper, "dirtbag?" Dipper looked up at her, "Wendy?!" Wendy got off of him and threw the bottle on the floor, "Dipper! When did you get back in town?"
“And where did you learn to drive, mother fucker?”
He put the pistol back into his jacket pocket, trying his best to hide it from her, "Oh not long, i literally just got here." Wendy looked at him for a moment, "You look like shit." She wasn't wrong, he was unshaven, he had huge bags under his eyes, and his face was covered in dirt.
The three signs of depression: Neglected personal hygiene, loss of sleep, and a mud mask.
"Wow. Haven't been here for what? Five years? This is the greeting i get?" He chuckled nervously, "Im just joking." Wendy hugged his neck, "I did miss ya, dork." Dipper took his hands out of his pockets, "Yeah, i missed you too." He wrapped his arms tight around her, almost as if she was going to vanish. He started shaking, "Wendy Im sorry..." She pulled away but kept her hands around his neck, "About almost hitting me? Don't even worry about it..." Dipper shook his head, "No..." He pulled out the pistol and put it to his temple, "i can't live with this... with her... with it..."
Maybe Dipper should have gone with, “I’m sorry I’m going to blow my brains out in front of you, Wendy. I hope the mental trauma won’t bother you too much.” Really, for as serious a topic as suicide is, I’m finding the current events rather hilarious.
Wendy held her breath as Dipper pulled the hammer. "She destroyed me... hurt me... left me to die..." His finger neared the trigger, "Im just glad, i got to say good-" Wendy head butted Dipper, knocking him out cold.
"Where am I?" Dipper sat on his couch, back in Piedmont. His apartment's corners were moldy, and there were discarded liquor bottles laying around the floor. "Oh god... not here... anywhere but here..."
A nonsensical dream flashback for exposition purposes. Because it will torment the protagonist more while simultaneously catch the readers up to speed.
The door burst open, and a tall black haired woman walked through. Dipper grabbed his arms and held them tightly to him, "Hi, sweetie." She grunted and sat next to him on the couch, "So um... how was your day?" She looked over at him, "Good, till i came home and was interrogated relentlessly." She smacked the back of his head, knocking off his hat. "So bitch, whatcha makin for dinner?" Dipper scooted away from her on the couch, "Well um... we haven't gone grocery shopping in awhile... we need fresh ingredients?" The woman grabbed a half empty bottle of whiskey off the floor, "How bout liquid dinner instead?" She chugged the bottle, "Now c'mere," She crawled up on him, forcing her lips onto his. The taste of booze still fresh on her lips. Dipper choked and gagged as she shoved her tongue into his mouth. She rubbed her hand against the crotch of his pants, "NO," Dipper pushed her off, "I don't want to." The woman laughed, "Like you have a say." She started hitting him in the face and chest, Dipper tried to block but she just kept hitting and hitting. "Now stop resisting, such a pussy." Dipper started shaking and crying.

Now, I’m not one of those people who believes that male domestic abuse doesn’t happen. It does, and it’s a serious topic. However, to depict it as the stereotypical abusive husband caricature but with the genders swapped is, for the lack of a better word, cartoonish. In fact, everything so far has been so painfully formulaic, a case of paint-by-numbers angst story. Protagonist wants to kill himself, so he goes to a place he was once happy. His love interest interrupts him at the last second, because he conveniently set himself up for it. And now we’re served the most contrived abusive relationship schlock possible, because we must pity him, dammit. Unless the author bothers to explain how Dipper, after everything he did during Gravity Falls, became a stay-at-home wimp with an abusive girlfriend, this entire sequence has all the cringe and impact of a Linkin Park song.
Back in reality Wendy was sitting on the edge of the bed upstairs, watching over Dipper. She held the gun in her hands, "Dipper, what happened to you?" She took one hand and twirled his curly hair around her index finger. "You were such a sweet kid... so full of joy."
Oh woe is he, who had so much to live for, until the author decided to make him the most tortured soul he could imagine.
Wendy's hand slid down to his jaw, the scruff tingled her hand, "Oh man, he really grew up on me." She chuckled, "Can't stay 13 forever i guess." Wendy turned completely around, and crossed her legs facing Dipper. She ran her hands up his arms, up close she could see bruises and scars all over. "What happened to you?" She asked softly.
Need I repeat myself?
At the bottom of Dipper's shirt, the beginning of a large scar protruded from the bottom. "What the hell," She reached for the bottom of his shirt, "AHHH STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Dipper shot away from Wendy and slammed his back to the wall. His breath was harsh, "Dont... touch me... please..."
!SPACE!
Trying to get back into writing. This is the best i got so far. IT's probably shit but i wanna continue, so yeah.
It is shit, and I couldn’t stop you even if I wanted to, so yeah.
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This chapter felt long to read, mostly because I was rolling my eyes at every other sentence. A thing I hate about fanfics like this is the utter contrivance necessary for the author’s predetermined narrative to exist. Dipper Pines has been away from Gravity Falls since the show’s ending, even though it heavily implied his next visit would only be a year away. His twin sister Mabel is never mentioned, even though they resolved to grow up together. And Wendy’s life has not changed an iota, even though she should have finished high school at this point. The author must achieve maximum angst, whether it makes sense or not.