Well, here we are at the end of the line. Time to answer some questions.

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Epilogue

Harry Lonnighan sat in the darkened room, leaning onto the table. His head was buried in his hands.

It was three days after the incident on Mount Northwest. Harry had wandered down the mountain, slipping the ineffective net of Blubs and Durland and trying to find something, anything that was still the same as it had been before. He felt scared, tired and heartbroken – but mostly, he felt lost.

He looked at the other occupant of the room with dark, rimmed eyes. He looked utterly defeated.

"He was right there," he said, "In my hands, over that rise...and I just couldn't do it. I was too weak. Now my dad thinks I'm a traitor and my life is over."

"So why come to me?"

Harry rubbed a hand over his hair.

"I want my world back," he replied, his voice shaking, "I want everything back to the way it was before Dipper Pines came into my life. Please, they told me you could help me..."

The other occupant of the room leaned into the dim light at the centre of the table.

"And what," he asked, "Are ya willin' to do for me?"

"Anything," replied Harry, "I'll do anything."

The other occupant nodded.

"Well," said Gideon, "If ya wanna deal with Dipper Pines, you came to the right place..."

24th September 2012. Monday. School again.

Mabel Pines looked glumly out the window of her mother's car into the grey drizzle that poured over the suburbia of Piedmont, California. Clear drops drizzled down the dirty glass, distorting the drab canvas of identical brick houses and perfectly rectangular hedges. Men and women walked along the sidewalks, dressed in blacks and greys and browns – just another ordinary Monday in just another ordinary town.

This suited Mabel just fine, mind you. She actually quite liked life in Piedmont. She had friends, she had a good school, she had loving parents – everything a thirteen-year-old girl might need.

But it just wasn't the same without Dipper.

The car pulled up outside her school – the General Patton Private Middle School, just over the border with Oakland. She sighed, grabbing her bag and reaching for the door handle.

"Mabel, wait."

She stopped as she felt her mother's hand on her shoulder. She looked back – her mother was smiling at her, a look of sympathy in her eyes.

"Cheer up," she said, "Give me a smile, huh?"

Mabel forced a grin and climbed out of the car.

The Patton Middle School was a far cry from Shell Heights, from what Mabel had heard. The corridors were vibrantly coloured and well maintained – bright green lockers stood in orderly rows in the brightly-lit brown-and-orange hallway. Mabel had already bedazzled her locker, which made it stand out among the others. Her art teacher had been rather impressed.

Mabel opened her locker and deposited her bag inside. She was just grabbing her books for first class when she heard the intercom.

"Mabel Pines to the Principal's office, that's Mabel Pines to the Principal's office."

Mabel suppressed a gulp as she shut her locker. Being called up to the office was rarely a good thing.

"Dang, Mabel, what'd you do?"

A short, tan-skinned girl with dark hair and freckles glanced over to her from across the hallway, a look of slight concern on her face.

"No idea, Tiffany," shrugged Mabel, "Maybe he found out about the thing with the stickers."

Mabel smiled and chuckled to herself.

"That was pretty funny," she muttered to herself.

She closed her locker and walked down the corridor, heading for the Principal's office. The small room was at the end of the hallway, marked with a simple gold plaque – Principal.

She took a deep breath and stepped inside.

"Ah, Mabel, there you are!" exclaimed the elderly principal, smiling as he climbed to his feet. The old man was bald – he wore an old fashioned lime-green pinstripe suit, and was rather gaunt, but his eyes twinkled a little in the light. He looked utterly harmless – the very antithesis of Gordon Lonnighan.

"Hi Mr. Principal!" replied Mabel, relieved to see that she didn't seem to be in trouble, "What did you call me up for?"

The principal sat back down, reclining on his chair.

"We have a very interesting proposition for you, Mabel," he replied, "A very interesting one indeed. Care for a malt biscuit?"

"Proposition?" quizzed Mabel, "What kind of proposition?"

"Well, you'll have to ask our esteemed guest, Mabel," replied the principal, motioning to his right.

Mabel turned to the lounges on the side of the room. An elderly man was sat on one of them, a walking stick leaning against the armrest next to him. He wore a tweed jacket over a white shirt and dark green tie. He looked strangely familiar to Mabel, almost as if she'd seen him before.

"Ooh!" said Mabel, "Are you a doctor? You look like a doctor..."

"In a way," replied the old man, climbing to his feet and offering his hand, "I've heard of what happened in Gravity Falls."

Mabel's eyes widened, and she gasped.

"But how?" she exclaimed, "Were you spying on us? Are some kind of spy doctor? Because if you are..."

The old man chuckled and shook his head.

"Don't worry, Mabel, I'm on your side," he said calmly, "I've dealt with Bill Cipher before. You might say it was quite an incident and...oh, where are my manners?"

He offered his hand again.

"I am the leader of the All-Seeing Eye Association," he explained, "No connection to the Blind Eye, I assure you. We want to offer you a place within our organisation."

Mabel narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Who am I?" replied the old man, "My name is Stanley Pines – but you can call me grandpa."

The End

AN: Wait, did I say answer questions? Because I totally meant RAISE EVEN MORE QUESTIONS

Well, that's it for Forever Autumn. We'll be coming back to this storyline in the new future, probably a little after Christmas, but for now, I'd like to express my utter gratitude to everyone who read, reviewed, followed and faved this story. I am absolutely stunned at how well this story ended up doing, and I am completely humbled. I seriously do not know how to thank you all properly - you guys are fantastic.

I'd like to give out specific thanks to our buffalo-riding lord and master, Alex Hirsch, without whom this story would not exist.

You'll probably see more of this again soon - I'm planning on making a oneshot collection set in this world so that I can explore stuff that happens in the background and stuff - but otherwise, I'll see you after Christmas for the follow-up to this. So long, thanks for all the fish, and have an excellent holiday season!