“Hehehehehe, this is great!” he said, watching as two children fled from a monstrous tower of conjointed gnomes. He’d been watching them ever since they arrived in the town. Their first day had been pretty boring, minus the times the old guy kept scaring the boy, those were funny, but the next day? Hoo boy! While he could honestly say the gnomes could barely pull off a disguise to save their lives, the fact that the girl had fallen for it until the boy pointed out something was wrong was been monumentally entertaining! He could never get over how dumb and ignorant humans could be!
Of course, now it was coming to an end; the two had caught the gnome leader in a quick trap using a leaf blower(of all things!) to send him flying into the gnome construct, scattering the rest of the little forest men around the area. He laughed again as one of the little bearded creatures got caught in one of those plastic ring sets(oh how he loved those) and got carried off by a goat. It had been entertaining watching their mortal peril, but now that it was over he was getting bored again. Ah well, if today was any indication, he’d be seeing a lot more of those two throughout the summer. Heck maybe he’d get to-
He heard the boy shout his twin’s name and turned his attention back to them; only to watch as the kid started to collapse next to his already unconscious sister. His eye widened as he was clearly seeing something no one else did. There were few times he could say that he was genuinely surprised, and this was one of them.
“Well well well!” he chortled, “Now isn’t this interesting! I didn’t think that something like THIS would happen!” He began to float away, “To think that kind of power would emerge from them! Hmmm…” he paused to think. If they survived, their powers could prove to be a nuisance to him. Maybe he could-
“Yeah! That’s what I’ll do!” He cackled, “Oh Pine Tree and Shooting Star, you’ve got no idea what I have planned for you! HeheheheHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Gravity Falls’ Bizarre Summer
Episode 1: White and Black pt. 1
The wilderness of Roadkill County, Oregon could be a majestic sight to those who’d never seen it. The sheer amounts of tall trees and mountainous terrain seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see, and if one were paying attention they would possibly see some of the local wildlife as they were passing by. Jotaro Kujo however, had no intention of observing the surroundings.
The 29-year old man had kept his gaze forward for the entire ride, his hard and somewhat cold eyes focused forward, with his grandfather sitting in the passenger seat in front of him. The trip they were making was a sudden one, and it had all started when Joseph received a call the other day. Jotaro hadn’t thought much of it at first, but apprehension had begun to fill him after watching he watched his grandfather’s face contort from relaxed, to shocked, and then to stoic. After he had hung up, he had told Jotaro that they needed to go to Oregon, and that it was important. Other than that, he hadn’t gotten any other information from the old man; only reassurances that he’d explain more in private when they neared their destination.
And so after quickly packing and boarding the soonest flight to Portland, they were off. Jotaro had his suspicions about what this was about, and they were confirmed after they landed. Their chauffeur and driver waiting at the airport had been from the Speedwagon Foundation. To the public’s knowledge, it was a thriving multinational business that had their hands in several areas in order to further humanity’s growth. Known only to few though, was the Speedwagon Foundation’s hidden operations: the monitoring, investigation and if need be, elimination, of the paranormal and supernatural elements in the world.
Once in the car, Joseph had told Jotaro that they were going to a small town called Gravity Falls. For many decades, the town had been closely monitored, as it was a veritable hotspot of strange and supernatural happenings. And recently, it seemed something more was happening. Jotaro couldn’t help but think that it was similar to the events that happened a year ago in Morioh; and when he mentioned this, Joseph had agreed. He said they’d receive more information when they arrived in town though.
Which was sooner than he thought, as they had just passed a sign that said with big, wide letters “Welcome to Gravity Falls”. Jotaro leaned forward, and Joseph sat up a bit straighter. It wouldn’t be long now.
After about another five minutes of driving, the car pulled over and Joseph stepped out. He slowly walked over to a man wearing the clothing of the Speedwagon Foundation. Jotaro watched as the two exchanged some words and Joseph was handed a few files. After another minute of discussion, his grandfather returned to the car and they set off again.
While the car had passed through the town, Joseph took the time to read through the files handed to him. Jotaro couldn’t see what he was reading though; and by the time he had finished, they pulled off on a little dirt road. At the end of that road was a wooden cabin, covered in various paraphernalia and with a large sign on the roof that said “Mystery Shack”, though the ’S’ was crooked and looked ready to fall off.
Jotaro had a skeptical look on his face as he got out of the car, before Joseph spoke once more, “Don’t let this place deceive you, Jotaro. The man who owns it is someone I’ve know for over 30 years now. He’s a conman of the highest order, but he is also deeply aware of the supernatural surrounding this town.” Joseph reached into his bag, and held out a folder to his grandson.
Taking it, Jotaro looked through its contents. The folder had a picture of an old man, not as old as Joseph, but still aged. He had a round nose, with wide squared glasses and a strong beard shadow over his lower face. The man’s name was Stanley Pines, age 69. From what Jotaro could see, the man had an extensive criminal record as well, even being banned in several states across the country. While he knew not to judge people immediately(their journey in Egypt had taught him that), he couldn’t see grandfather associating himself with this man. At least, not without reason.
“This isn’t a just a routine trip for you, is it?” Jotaro asked, closing the file and crossing his arms over his chest. “What happened?”
“The call I received the other day was from him,” Joseph replied, the information not surprising his grandson. “His great-niece and nephew are visiting for the summer, and the other day they had collapsed. The boy was barely able to stand and the girl was completely unconscious. The reason why he called me, was that he swore he saw a something hanging over them. Like an evil spirit.”
Jotaro’s eyes widened, THAT was something he was personally familiar with. Joseph nodded, “You understand then. The man I was just talking to had examined them himself. He’s someone who can see our powers and confirmed what Stan told me. I also called him after we landed; the girl has woken up, but she doesn’t have a lot of strength. The boy can get up and move around, but it tires him quickly.” Joseph began to move towards the door, and Jotaro followed behind him.
“Stan Pines isn’t a direct member of the Speedwagon Foundation, but he has been keeping an eye on the happenings of this town for us. If anything major happens here, he tells us. He doesn’t have the same power we have though, and we haven’t told him about it. So I’m going to need your help for this, Jotaro.”
Jotaro’s eyes narrowed. “What do you expect me to do?”
“I may need you to do what Avdol did for you twelve years ago.”
The man’s eyes widened. Muhammad Avdol had been the one to fully awaken Jotaro’s power when he was 17; but the process had been… less than pleasant, to put it mildly.
“Oi, old man. How old are these kids anyway?”
Joseph sighed, while they had encountered those far younger than them with this power, this was still too young for them to awaken like this in his mind. “They’re twins, both twelve-years old. They’ll be thirteen at the end of the summer.”
“Yare yare daze…” Jotaro muttered, pulling the visor of his torn, white hat down over his eyes. “Stanley Pines won’t agree with this plan, you know that right?”
“Which is why I’ll speak with him; and while I’m doing that, I need you go to them.”
“And when he finds out what’s happening?”
“Then I’ll explain it to him and if I have to, I’ll restrain him myself.” Jotaro merely nodded, he didn’t like this plan, but it was the only way to help them. And even though Joseph was in his twilight years, he still had good reflexes, and for the most part could handle himself. With nothing else to be said, Joseph knocked on the door…
Stan Pines was not having a good day. Actually, make that two; yesterday was pretty bad as well. It had started off well enough: he had spent a whole day ripping off unsuspecting people with his business, a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack. He’d made a good day’s profit with it, and while he had something to do before he called it a night, it wouldn’t take long and he’d be I bed quickly for another day of money making.
But shortly before could take care of his errand, he heard his great-nephew Dipper shout in panic. He had ran to see what was wrong, and saw that Dipper’s twin sister Mabel had collapsed unconscious on the floor. Stan had quickly moved to revive her, when Dipper began to feel woozy and weak himself. He didn’t pass out like his sister, but he wasn’t able to move much and seemed to be breathing heavily. Stan had carried the two up to their room in the attic, and laid them on their beds before rushing down to get some supplies.
When he returned, Mabel had woken back up; but much like her brother, she couldn’t move a lot and was having a bit of trouble breathing. Stan had almost been ready to write this off as maybe a bug that was just starting to spread or something, but then he saw it. He honestly thought he was seeing things at first, but when it didn’t go away, he knew something was deeply wrong.
A transparent figure was hanging closely over his great-niece’s body. While he couldn’t make out much, the shadowy figure looked like it was smothering and constricting her body. Not only that, but there was ANOTHER ONE hanging over Dipper. The only difference being that it seemed to lighter in color than the one above Mabel, and that it wasn’t hindering him as much as her. It was still a nuisance and was causing visible effects on the boy, but at least he wasn’t fading in and out of consciousness like his sister.
Stan had long turned a blind eye to the supernatural of the town, verbally proclaiming it as local folklore and legends. On the inside however, he knew it was very real, and VERY dangerous; so he had to feign ignorance in hopes that it would deter his adventure and mystery seeking niblings. What he hadn’t counted on, was it coming to them.
Stan had spent every moment he could that night(when he wasn’t taking care of the twins) looking through the old Journal his brother had forcefully left him. He had hoped that the tome would yield some sort of clue as to what kind of creature was causing his great-niece and nephew harm, but the closest he got was a small entry on spirits and ghosts. He had thought this was it, but apparently a spirit or ghost could only perform a full possession or cause manipulative harm; nothing like the restraining illness that the twins were dealing with. With no other options, Stan made a decision that he had hoped he wouldn’t have to, at least not before finding the other two of his brother’s journals. He called Joseph Joestar.
Stan had met the man some 30+ years ago, when he had tried a quick wallet-snatch on the man. While the grab failed, it didn’t end with a brutal beatdown like many would expect. Joseph instead invited him to a high-end lunch with his wife. When Stan had asked why he didn’t attack him, Joseph explained that he had met his longtime friend Smokey Brown the same way. Jojo had offered to help Stan get on his feet; but he had been stubborn back then, insisting that he’d earn his wealth on his own to prove wrong all those who said he’d amount to nothing.
After lunch, the two parted on good terms, Jojo even giving Stan his personal contact information in case he ever needed something. It wouldn’t be but a few years later that the two would meet again, though not under any circumstances the two would’ve imagined…
