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▲ 2 | Isolate ▲

Weary, you undid your seatbelt quickly and got out of the car to survey the damage. Your bottom half of your body was fine, but your temple and nose was bleeding, noticed only when you saw your red fingers.

Finally squeezing out of the car, you sorta... tripped over your legs before standing hunched, staring at the mess.

You let out an annoyed sigh and went to grab your face, before wincing.

The hood of the car was smashed open and dark smoke was coming out of it. The tree you hit didn't even have a splinter out of place. It looked perfectly fine, which was weird considering the amount of damage the car took. You made a mental note of that in your head.

Checking behind the car, you decided to look and see if the car left a trail to follow since the ground was just grass.

But the grass wasn't squashed, it again, looked perfectly fine.

Huh. That's... weird.

It was enough to make you scratch your head.

You got back in the car and tried to start it up again, but obviously, that didn't work. It was worth a shot though, and all it did was confirm your next actions. The only problem was you had no clue what those actions were going to be. You sat there in your front seat, contemplating on what to do next, mindlessly tapping your fingers on the steering wheel.

As you stared out through the cracked windshield, your eyes wandered to the small notebook on the seat next to you. It basically contained all the notes and plans you had for the portal.

The cover, you decorated yourself. It was a galaxy background with the design of the portal on the far left side.

(Imagine it like the cover of this book, only without Bill and all the items scattered around him)

As you grabbed it and stuffed it into your hoodie pocket, you stepped out of the car begrudgingly, already tired of the airbag taking up so much space. It was time to get help. Meaning you have to keep going until you find that town.

With that, you kicked a stone away from your foot, clearly frustrated at the sights before you, but you perserveered and began walking to small town Gravity Falls.

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It wasn't long until you started seeing a few properties and buildings, one looking like a place to eat. Someone could possibly help you out towing your car if you were friendly enough and asked them 'Pretty please?' with a cute smile, but at that moment, you were feeling grouchy.

Pine trees started to crowd the path until a very large log with a sign on top came into view, with the words, Greasy's Diner.

It seemed humble enough and you were starving, so sped up your walking pace, more than eager to enter into a warmer and far more inviting establishment. You made the rash decision to move the hoodie top from your head considering it made you look a bit unapproachable.

With a deep breath, you walked in, as the door made a nice ring noise from the bell and the smell of pancakes slapped you in the face. Slouching over slightly, you made your way to a seat and waited for one of the nice ladies to take your order.

While glancing around and taking a look at the place, your eyes settled on a familiar set of H/C locks.

They seemed to be talking to someone happily - quite excitedly, even - and were seated at the very very back of the restaurant, as if to show that they shouldn't be disturbed.

You narrowed your eyes carefully and stood up slowly, walking towards the pair's table.

When you stopped in front of it, the familiar one looked up at you while taking their drink and their eyes widened, as yours did too. When he recognised you, he started choking on his drink before muttering a small, "Y/N," before dying again.