Well…I know I have other stories to work on so let me say this: MyMusic; I am done with the fandom. Goodbye fandom. It was nice writing fanfictions and making fanvids while it lasted. I'll carry the memories forever. My Sweet Prince: working on it. Gravity Falls: I'm joining the fandom's fanfiction. This idea really wouldn't leave me after the first episode of season 2. I am so obsessed with this show and the godlike powers that are of Alex Hirsch.This show is just so beautifully crafted with the mysteries that I can't get enough of it. If there were a couple problems I gotta say about the show, one of them is to have more Stan and Dipper bonding moments. I really do enjoy Stan and Mabel moments but they got like a few more episodes than Dipper and Stan episodes. Well, that's enough rambling for now. Which is something I do when I'm nervous…I'm gonna shut up now. So enjoy the story.

It was a blasted journal that got me into this mess so I guess I'll just curse myself even more by writing in one. Let me declare this; this is not a diary. I think I'm still a little rusty at writing this type of stuff since pops told me writing your feelings was for girls. With my current status of secret things I do behind my family's back, I think keeping a journal of what I'm doing will be the worst thing to ever do. I'd say my mind is the safest place to keep my secrets but with what Dipper told me about Bill, not even that's safe.

So let me tell you this, journal, if you're expecting some sob story or for me to tell all my secrets like a little teenage girl; you're wrong. Even writing like you actually exist is a bit creepy.

Okay, okay I think I'll just get up to the point…I'll just begin with today.

Since its Saturday, I get my usual crowded group of weekend tourists. It's also unusually crowded because of the Grand Re-Re Opening….Thanks zombies…no, I actually mean it. Because of them, the people who booked for the day after the great re-opening after party have to pay double to be booked as soon as possible! If only I had thought of that before…

Anyway, I had my unusually crowded tourist group and the weather was great for summertime. Now that I keep looking back at those moments, they were the moments where I didn't expect anything bad to happen at all. I mean, the worst that could happen is some kid throwing up but that was all I ever expected.

I had a small chat with some of the costumers, and enjoying a fresh cup of Columbian coffee that I managed to steal borrow from Gideon's family. They may seem a bit odd to you but I honestly enjoy moments like these. Of course, moments like these were never made to last until something terrible happens. I was such an idiot to think nothing could go wrong.

It began when Mabel stumbled inside the gift shop, "Grunkle Stan!" She was stumbling so much that I had to catch her to keep her from falling. It wasn't the first time I had seen her hair messed up like it was but torn clothes and a limping leg was definitely new.

"Whoa, what happened? Did you get hit by a bus or something?" I asked as I looked at her leg. I had assumed that maybe she did something stupid until I saw the fear in her eyes. It definitely wasn't stupid. Even Dipper wasn't with her…My only thought was that something must've happened to them, "What happened to your leg? Okay, besides that; where's your brother?"

Her eyes had grown even more fearful, "He-he-," instead of speaking, she pointed out to the wilderness.

"Soos, take over the shack while I'm gone." I was that stressed out to put Soos in charge, "Wendy, come with me."

Why I didn't put Wendy in charge was beyond my thoughts. I just needed someone to take Mabel back after she shows me where he is.

"Do you think you can still walk or do you need something to support yourself?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Alright, let's go." I said and the three of us walked out to the forest.

The forest was what I called a tourism trap. Just throw in a few speakers on the trees, have sound effects for the late night tourist groups and you'll have people blogging, or whatever it's called, and post it online. I've never even gone any further through the forest and if I do have to, I just send Soos or Dipper out. I honestly regret not doing it myself.

After a few minutes of Mabel's limping, I offered to pick her up instead. She stubbornly refused. I swear stubbornness runs in the family.

I tried to ask what happened to Dipper but she wouldn't say anything. I wanted to ask if it had something to do with the journal but I knew she wouldn't say anything. I had a feeling it had something to do with the journal. I had told him many times to be careful with that journal and to only use it for self-defense…

There were many things I could've told him like "How many times did I tell you, kid?" but it was only because I didn't expect anything bad. I just assumed he maybe had a broken leg and couldn't stand or something that Mabel had to get me for. I didn't even expect for the kid to be on the brink of dying at all.

It was Wendy who reacted first to the badly hurt Dipper. She ran to him, "Dipper, come on buddy, please wake up." She turned to Mabel, "How did this even happen?" She looked around the area for any fallen trees, fire, anything that could be relevant to the cause of this. The forest was as calm and still as if it was showing that the forest didn't have anything to do with it.

Mabel didn't say anything. She only began crying even harder.

Knowing, that having another hysterical person isn't going to work; I did what I was best at: Ordering people around, "Wendy, go back to the shack with Mabel and try to help her. I'll take her to the hospital in a few minutes."

"But Stan-" Mabel began.

I wouldn't hear it, "I said now!" It was probably rude to yell at Wendy while she was dealing with an emotional issue but it was too early in the day to manage ordering people and making sure they're feelings don't get hurt at the same time.

Well, I took Dipper and Mabel to the hospital instead of calling an ambulance. Mabel has only gotten a sprained ankle and bruises that can easily heal in a few weeks. She told me she tripped on a log while running to get me. She wouldn't say anything else.

I'm writing this in her hospital room while Dipper's getting treated by the doctors in another floor. They told me he was in critical condition and would give me an update in the morning. I had long since called Soos and Wendy and told them to shut down the shack for the day. What I'll do tomorrow I don't know.

It's already 3 in the morning and Mabel has long since fallen asleep. I'm already getting tired so I think I wrote enough for one day.

I felt like the story would be a lot better if I wrote it in a first POV. I just wanted it to be like the main character was talking to you so writing the story in a form of a journal seems like a good idea. God it's so nerve-wracking writing to a new fandom. Well, I'm sure I'll get these feelings off by the next chapter. I'm probably gonna go on vacation next week so I'm not sure if I'll update for a few weeks. I'll most certainly try though. Well, thanks for reading this chapter and before I go, let me ask this question;

What do you want to see more of in season 2?

I'll post my answer next chapter. It's getting late here so I'll just close now. Rambling powers over!