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This is a fan made work based off the show called Gravity Falls which I do not own nor claim to own. Gravity Falls belongs to the creator Alew Hirsch, Disney and any other companies, individuals or groups that have any right or say towards the show.
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This story is a crossover between Gravity Falls and an AU called Reverse Falls.
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On top of a hill looms a moonlit mansion. It's presence prevails among the rustling, green sea of pine trees surrounding it. Throughout these woods flies a shadow. Whipping ground length cloak behind them, swinging bag beside them; while they charge at the manor. They halt some feet away from the treeline.
Clusters of masked people pool out of limos. Pouring out onto the manor's front steps waiting for the doors to open. Wardrobes range from meticulously, and historically accurate hand-stitched attires. To modern suits and elegant gowns.
The shadowy figure steps out of the forest. Proceeding uphill through tall, dancing grasses surrounding the large abode. Once they're at the top of the hill, they pause. After a brief hesitation they lift their head up. It's just enough to reveal a masquerade mask showing merely their mouth.
Once the doors open, they're off. Trailing behind the crowd entering the house, past portraits and marble busts. They are all greeted by an enormous staircase. The group stares at the large staircase made from the same black and rose gold marble material as the floor. Unlike the rest of the crowd the cloaked individual studies the elaborate designs of the iron wrought railings.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen" a cheery male voice greets from the top of the stairs, moonlight silhouettes them, "and I would love to wish you a happy one-hundred and seventy fifth anniversary of...Gravity Rises founding!" A few polite claps follow. The voice coughs nervously but continues. "We would be truly honored to welcome you all to the first ever, Pine Manor Masquerade Ball!" Applause erupts from the crowd excluding a disinterested guest.
"If anyone needs to use the restrooms before the event starts, it is to the hall to your left, three doors down. Do not worry, there are maps on the table by the bottom of the stairs. When you want to join the party, you can find it yourself. For everyone else miss Mabel Pines herself will be your guide. So if you could please, do follow her and enjoy your night!"
While the horde of rich and/or famous flock after the mentioned host. Her smooth voice reviewing the history of the family portraits and of the manor itself. The announcer disappears.
The cloaked figure follows the crowd. Listening to the host's stories very carefully. Once they arrive at the party the shadowy figure immediately heads towards the refreshment table.
After scarfing down half of the table finger foods they began scanning the room. Then they spot Ms. Pines. They walk towards Ms. Pines, tap her shoulder and ask where they could hang up their cloak.
It's a woman's voice. Younger. Possibly late teens to early twenties. Through the holes of the mask stares watery brown eyes. There's an undertone of green in them though. Extremely easy to miss.
Ms. Pines says she'll direct the woman to where she may hang up her cloak. The woman follows her back to the giant staircase by the entrance. Where there appears to be a coat hanger tucked into it's left side. The woman hangs up her cloak, then turns towards Ms. Pines.
She is wearing a floor length ballroom gown that has a sweetheart neckline, and is a midnight black-blue. The same shade as her cloak. Her hair is a translucent brown and is put up into an unimpressively small bun. It resembles a clump of mud.
The woman pulls something out from her bag. It appears to be a knitted neon green sweater. She looks Ms. Pines in the eyes, gives her a warm smile; then thanks her for showing her where the coat rack was. Next she asks if Ms. Pines recognizes the sweater.
"I do not." Ms. Pines says.
"Shame," the woman says with a downcast face, "it comes from Sweater-town."
Ms. Pines quirks an eyebrow and says.
"Sweater Town?"
The woman gives her a sad smile and says.
"It's just a store for sweaters. Nothing important."
Before Ms. Pines can respond the woman says something else.
"Are your eyes naturally that color?"
"Yes." Ms. Pines says with a sharpened voice and narrow eyes.
"Wow." the woman exclaims, ignoring Ms. Pines' reaction. "I have never seen anyone with teal eyes. They're beautiful."
This causes Ms. Pines to falter and her face to pink slightly as she says thank you.
"It's true." the woman says with a firm nod. "Also your dress goes really well with your eyes and is absolutely gorgeous. Who is the designer?"
Ms. Pine's eyes light up as she gives the woman a beaming, giddy smile. She straightens up and proudly says.
"I am. I plan to become a fashion designer when I get older.
The woman smirks and says.
"I'm not surprised. You seem like someone who knows what to do with their life."
Ms. Pines giggles and looks up through the woman's mask into her eyes.
"You know," Ms. Pines says with a smirk of her own, "you have beautiful eyes yourself. I see flecks of green in them. Have you noticed? I have never seen anyone with eyes quite like yours." Ms. Pines says cradling the woman's chin with her right hand.
A low chuckle escapes from the woman's throat. The area around her mouth flushed and her expression melancholy.
"Thank you," she says with a wistful air, peering into Ms. Pine's eyes.
A man, heavyset, wearing a suit and baseball cap walks towards them from the right hall. His name tag says "Soos". He turns to Ms. Pines to say.
"Mabel-uh Ms. Pines your brother says you need to go back to the ballroom to entertain the guests."
Ms. Pines sighs and says.
"I apologize I have to leave now. My host duties are beckoning me to the ballroom. Perhaps we may continue our conversation later?"
"It's fine," the woman says," and I would love to continue our conversation later if we could."
Ms. Pines smiles and leaves. Soos starts to follow but is interrupted by the woman asking him a question.
"Are guests allowed to walk through the garden? I've heard it is beautiful."
Soos answers.
"Sure thing dude. If you go through the front door, turn left; and follow the path with all the lit lanterns. You should make it there in no time."
The woman grins at Soos, seeming at ease with him. She goes to speak again but is interrupted by another guest. They ask Soos where the restrooms are. After Soos answers he excuses himself, leaving for the ballroom.
Right after Soos leaves, the woman walks toward the staircase. She begins studying the intricate details of the stair railings. Soon after, she hears footsteps. They're coming from the top of the stairs. The shadowy individual causing them steps into the light.
He's a tall, olive skinned man. With wavy, blue-black hair in an asymmetrical hairstyle. His attire consists of a navy suit, tie and a matching top hat. Along with an ultramarine blue undershirt, hat band and handkerchief. All paralleling his eye color.
Once he taps the last marble step with his shoe, the woman suddenly steps towards him. This causes the man to jump a step back. Widen his stance-loosen his shoulders-then jab his left fist forwards.
The woman catches it in her hand-drops it-then backs up. Slowly she raises her hands in surrender, waiting. After the other backs up and loosens their stance. The woman apologizes.
After sixty tick-tocks from the clock they both begin to relax. Just...slightly. From their left, clicking footsteps echo the clocks seconds.
*click, tick* *click, tock* *click, tick* *click, t-*
"May I help you ma'am?" The voice is the same as the announcer from earlier, he motions his eyes to her left.
The masked woman catches on.
"Yes. I have an artifact that a customer of mine would like to offer for your museum. Would you be interested?"
The man looks confused, then on edge. Demanding how she knows about the museum, he says he discontinued it years ago. The woman responds saying.
"The artifact is from 'Sixer'. He says it has level blue value."
After this clarification the man relaxes a little bit. They are 'interrupted' by the guest heading towards the party. The guest asks which way is to the party. The announcer points at the table of maps and offers to guide them. They decline, grab a map and scurry off.
"So,'' the woman says walking to the coat hanger and grabbing her cloak, "could we perhaps have a chat right now?" The woman questions slipping on her cloak.
The man gives the woman an assessing look. She merely looks back at him.
Up the stairs they go. Next taking a left. Walking up some more steps, then they reach a dark hallway. Strings of blue light surround the entrance of the hallway. Everything goes black once they pass the lights.
Torches light up as they go down the hall. Casting a sapphire hue on every numbered door. At door number thirty-three they stop. The black and rose gold marble ends right at this door.
The woman looks around the room they entered. Taking in the narrow, long windows and wall tall bookshelves. Each completely filled. Next she notices that there are artifacts from seemingly all around the world being displayed in glass cases. Then lastly she looks at the floor, saying.
"Sic- um I mean spectacular title flooring you have here."
The man turns around.
"Why thank you," he says,"I installed it myself. Each individual title is from somewhere around the world. Well anywhere that has any tile in the area."
The woman's eyes widen as she says "Woah really, that's awesome. I mean uh interesting."
Blue eyes stare at the woman, then slowly blink.
"Ms um...oh uh I never actually asked your name. Could you perhaps tell me what it is?"
The woman pauses.
"Oh yes, my name is uh Mary Jane."
The man tilts his head to the left and narrows his eyes.
"Riiight, so Ms Mary Jane. Something you should know is that I have encountered individuals who had visited my museum-," He pointedly looks around the room, "to steal from my personal collection. Their methods had ranged from the classic "break-n-run". To multiple participants passing a stolen artifact to each other throughout a crowd. Also that one time someone brought a potted plant as a "gift", then hid an artifact in the dirt and walked out the door. Of course they didn't get far."
The woman's eyes widened in alarm.
The man goes on.
"Then there have been some "guests" who have used other methods. Cutting the power, hostages, ambushes, the common choices. A matter of fact this whole wing of the manor has hundreds of multipurpose detectors installed everywhere. The metal detector section is for weapons, wires, phones, cameras, any objects with traces of metal in them."
After hearing this, the woman starts to relax.
"Also," the man continues," a section guaranteed to expose magical signatures, charms, spells and... magical disguises."
Green eyes meet narrowed blue eyes. The man continues on, smirking.
"So Ms. Mary Jane could your name perhaps actually be Wendy Corduroy?"
The woman drops her hood. Showing thin, watery brown hair slowly changing back to its original wild, fiery auburn. Then she takes her masquerade mask off to reveal a young, scarred face. Paired with dull, jade eyes.
"Oh my," the man begins to say, "you are a long way away from home." He coughs. "I believe there has been a misunderstanding. You see I was under the belief you were "Stitched-Heart", your counterpart in this dimension. She has managed to break into here before and vandalize my museum. Although I have no idea how she could possibly know Stanford's codename or about my artifact color system. I am obviously not thinking clearly. It is probably because today is the anniversary of-" he stops and pauses. Then he shakes his head and says. "Never mind, you are from dimension forty-six. Correct? "
Wendy nods, while giving the man a suspicious stare. He straightens his stance, ignoring her look.
"Well I should introduce myself then. I am, Will Cipher, at your service. Oh and uh I presume from your state, Bill Cipher was in your dimension? I have not seen him since he burned his home dimension millennials ago. Did he destroy your dimension? Is that why you are here?"
Wendy says yes to the first question. For the others no. She then tells Will the story about Weirdmageddon and Bill's defeat by the Pines family. Next she says she's actually been looking for the Pines family. The twins are missing and Ford figured out that they've got lost in another dimension; so he and Stanley have been looking for them.
Will gives her a sad look and says.
"I apologize. You missed them by four days. They went through the portal potty down by the Mysterious Shop and Slop. The portal to the dimension they are in only shows up on Tuesdays. So you will have to wait. Any other days of the week the portal destinations fluctuate from random dimensions to different locations in this dimension."
Wendy sighs head down. Then whips her head up saying.
"Can you take me to the portal? It's not that I don't trust you or anything. I just need to know for sure that I can't go after them. If I don't, I'll be thinking about it the whole time I'm here and wondering if I could've found them sooner."
Will nods his head in understanding then offers his hand saying with a wink.
"I have a shortcut. Have you ever teleported before?"
Wendy says yes, taking his hand. They are gone with a flash of light.
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Wendy first sees a building called 'Mysterious Shop and Slop'. It looks like the Mystery Shack and Greasy's diner fused into one building. Next she sees the portal potty. Then she faints.
"Ms. Corduroy!" Will says helping her up. "Are you sure you have teleported before?"
"Yes." Wendy answers."It's been a while since I last did it. I forgot what it does to your head."
Wendy walks to the portal potty and reaches for the door. Before she can go in Will says.
"Wait. I need to go with you, so I can teleport you back."
Will hooks Wendy's arm with his own and turns forwards, stepping into the portal potty backwards.
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They ended up somewhere in Texas, a sign tells them so. However they didn't stay long. Somehow they managed to accidentally trespass onto an older woman's property, who had a gun and also for some reason didn't want late night company. When the woman accused them of being burglars, they started running; which was followed by the old woman shooting her gun at them. Will teleported them home.
"That was eventful." Wendy laughs leaning over out of breath, seeming to be mostly unfazed.
"Correct you are Ms. Corduroy." Will responds dusting off his suit nonchalantly.
Wendy whips upright. Waves of hair swishing up and behind her. She grabs at her upper arm grimacing, then forcefully grins, saying.
"Can't wait to tell Mabel and Dipper that I nearly got offed by some old lady. Dipper will probably scold me for getting hit again. Mabel will want to see if I got a scar. The best part will be when I tell them I was saved by a dream demon."
Will walks up to Wendy with a look of concern. He lightly taps on her hand, asking her to move it from her shoulder. Then he puts a glowing hand on the wound, healing it.
"I am not a demon." Will says, "Bill Cipher is not either, at least he was not originally. We both came from the same dimension and are possibly still the same "species". There was not necessarily a name for our kind back home, we would just refer to each other as what shape we were or "flat-landers"."
Will removes his hand from Wendy's shoulder.
"Thanks," Wendys says," it doesn't burn as much now."
Will accepts Wendy gratitude.
"I sanitized, closed and healed the wound," Will says," but it is going to ache until tomorrow." Will warns." So do not over exert yourself until then."
Wendy nods in agreement and gives Will a grin, saying.
"Whatever you say, doc. Although I hope you have something to entertain this now bedridden patient of yours. Perhaps a story? Stan said you had some good ones. Hopefully it'll help kill some time while I rest until tomorrow and wait for Tuesday. Since I can't risk leaving this room again."
Will asks why. Wendy answers.
"Ford said if I ran into other "Wendys" it would destroy dimensions. So I probably should stay in this expensive, and boring rich people museum. Somewhere that Wendys would never hang. Right?"
Will grudgingly, nods his head yes. Then says he doesn't have any story books though.
"That's alright," Wendy says shrugging her shoulders, "just tell me some stories you know. Doesn't even have to be about you. Like some stories about this dimension Pines family or uh the history of this town. Maybe some crazy holidays stories. Or uh gossip about the people around here. I don't know stuff like that."
Will turns to look at the bookshelves with narrow eyes. He scans the shelves for a few minutes, making no sound. Wendy breaks the silence.
"If you don't have any stories, I could tell some. I just like hearing other people's stories. Any they're willing to share. Like about their family, friends, pets, significant others, or just memories."
Will suddenly grins after ignoring Wendy for the last few minutes. He levitates three giant blue books towards himself.
"Ms. Corduroy," he says with a snap of his fingers, " I have just the story. Please, sit down."
He gestures behind Wendy. Who turns around to found a pale blue, structured, bean bag chair; that wasn't behind her before.
Wendy starts to say.
"How did that get-?"
But is interrupted by another chair appearing behind Will. Who summoned it with a snap of his fingers. The books are all glowing a royal blue color from their pages.
"Ms. Corduroy, this book right here is filled with photos, drawings and letters. All of which combined with my written observations and footnotes create an immersive scrapbook. So you can be in the stories. You see, the ink that my observations and footnotes were written with; is made from a copy of the magical essence of memories and dreams. My magic brings it to life."
Wendy pauses momentarily. Opens her mouth. Pauses again. Then says.
"How does that work? Is it like a pop-up book or uh do you go into the book? Or uh..."
She pauses once more.
"Ms. Corduroy," Will says, "just let me explain." He opens all the books and touches a page for each. The glowing 'ink' follows his hand when he raises it. All of the glowing ink is separated from the rest of the book pages; floating in the air looking like liquid TV screens. It all leaves behind normal looking books. "I call this 'dream ink' ; it is a copy of the magical structure of an unconscious individual's mindscapes, memories and dreams who have come in contact with magic."
Wendy gives him a perplexed expression. Will blushes and clarifies.
"I mean it's made from the dreams, memories and mind-spaces of certain sleeping people who have used magic before."
Wendy nods her head and asks who they were.
Will says.
"I am afraid I can not tell you. For now. You see I have promised to keep that a secret. So when I tell you their stories I will use different names, if the need arises. I have gathered copies of their memories magic whenever I visit them. Usually a few memories every night. Sometimes I would even copy the magic of their dreams. That was rare though. I usually just did that to see what progress I was making on improving their dreams. The last time I did that with someone new, was with Stanley."
Wendy asks.
"Wait, you copy memory magic? How do you do that? Do you go into people's minds at night when they're asleep? If so do they know you're doing that? Why do you want to improve their dreams?"
Will answers her questions.
"Yes I copied the memory essence. I did it with magic that took centuries to perfect. Yes I would go into people's minds when they were asleep. Sometimes they knew when I was in their minds, usually I did not make myself known for it would affect their memories and dreams; therefore tainting the whole process. Making 'dream ink' is tremendously difficult to make. So I would prefer to not prolong the process. I would want to improve their dreams because," Will pauses,"...I have seen what happens when nightmares fester. Children completely crumble. Mothers age decades in mere days. Warriors slowly crack under revisited failures. The bright eyed and inspired spiral from reality to insanity; possibly eradicating everything in their path. Destroying homes, families, civilizations and... dimensions."
Wendy looks at the ground clutching her fists.
"Can you," Wendy begins, coughs, then continues," can you do that for me sometime? You know, improve my dreams."
Will pauses and then nods. Wendy gives him a grateful smile then turns away. After looking around at the room thoughtfully for some time, she asks Will.
"So are you still gonna show me that story, Cipher?"
Will smiles lightly and answers yes. He lowers the dream ink from above them. It spins around them. Ribbons of ink trail along both of their arms. Colorful flashing images melt into a black void.