A fan of the 2012-2016 hit show "Gravity Falls" finds themself caught in a mysterious prophecy with their favorite character, Bill Cipher.
(Gravity Falls and its characters are property of Disney and Alex Hirsch, not mine.)
-You will be likely tempted to make a "Lord of the Rings" refrence in the first chapter. -Contains a cliche "how did we get here" flashbcak opening because I can. -If you don't live in America, now you do. I'm so sorry. Unfortunately it is relevant. -(f/n) will not be your friend at the end of the book, please do not pick a close friend to fill in this roll.
A wide-open eye followed you as you stepped closer, bigger than your entire stature. Your feet became firm on his open palm, holding you like a doll on a stand. The enormous pupil before you was expanded, like a dragon drugged on calming catnip. The illumination of his body put him in focus, not that you could see much else.
Your knees were weak, and it was possible you weren't even breathing. A face gone pale and a head spinning while your body stayed firm. There's no way it could be real... and yet, there he was.
Your beast gave a gentle grin, and cheerily stated, "It's good to see you home, my love... if you still wanna call it that."
It all happened so fast, one minute to the next making less and less sense. How did you get here from where you were...
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It was the third day of Galaxycon. Your feet were tired, your costume was struggling to stay together, and you were basically broke. Your friend felt the same, yet was still dragging you to every booth within the convention walls. Neither of you could see the irony of you dressed exactly like him, head to toe in black and brick-patterned yellow.
You adjusted your dapper tie, at a stand where (f/n) was having a bit of an issue. "Look, there's no way I'm paying that price for such a half-assed piece," they argued.
"Then don't buy it," laughed the vendor.
(f/n) could be a bit of a Karen sometimes now, and not always the nicest, but they had always been there for you, and you for them. They were your best friend! You... weren't theirs, but that was fine.
"Let's just go," you told them. "There's plenty of other booths."
"Fine," they grumbled, then followed you to the next one down.
Instead of media merchandise, the next booth over was covered in gemstones, jewelry, and other things of the like. Rows and rows of rocks on plexiglass shelving and fancy cloths; some behind locked cabinets, a few strung from jewlery hangers, all sparkling in the overhead lighting of the convention center.
"Ooooh," you friend cooed, changing their tone. "This one is pretty!" The green stone at the tip of their finger certainly was a beauty.
"Found something you're interested in," the vendor asked.
