Author's Note: I back with another Disney movie! This one is going to be kind of darker than the movie we all love, but hey, that's just me. I hope you all enjoy Tangled: a Gravity Falls Fairytale.

Prologue

This is the story of how I died… wait no it's not! Who the heck wrote this script? Okay, not using these notes then…

My name is Bill Cipher, and I'm alive, thank you very much. This story does not end with me dying… I hope. If it does, then I'll be very annoyed and it's inaccurate. I mean it's not even really my story. It's a story about a fifteen-year-old girl who I got stuck basically babysitting for a long weekend when she ran away from home.

See, in the beginning, the moon let a drop of light fall to the Earth. Don't ask me about the physics of that, because I don't know them. It happened, and that's that. Anyway, there must have been a seed or something in that light, because a magic glowing flower grew from it. Yeah, I know. You can stop laughing at me. Seriously, quit laughing or I'll do something I may regret… but probably won't.

Anyway, an old witch found the flower, and she used it's magic to stay twenty-one for hundreds of years. Guess how? Well, apparently the flower was a real music lover. She sang to it, and it granted her youth.

"Flower, gleam and glow… let your power shine… make the clock reverse… bring back what once was mine.

Save what has been lost… change the fates' design… heal what has be hurt… bring back what once was mine… what once was mine…"

Yeah, creepy right? I've heard that flowers respond well to music, but this is ridiculous. Anyway, instead of sharing the flower, which in all honesty probably would have gotten her killed for witchcraft, she hid it, and kept it to herself.

Moving past that, okay. There was a kingdom nearby, ruled by a beloved king and queen who didn't believe in capital punishment, which is probably why everyone loved them. The king and queen had a young son, Dipper, who was like, four or something. The queen was pregnant, and she was pretty sick. They said that she was going to die, and the baby was, too. Someone must have seen the witch, Gothel, at some point, because there were rumors flying about a flower that could heal the sick. Everyone began scouring the land for it, because people are superstitious idiots who think magic flowers can heal the sick. Well… okay, so in this case they were right, but still.

Gothel left the flower out at one point, or something… I guess the basket blew over? Anyway, she made a very stupid oversight, and the flower was found.

It was made into a potion to give to the queen, who was healed, and gave birth to a healthy baby girl, with dark black hair, the color of the night. Her name? Mabel.

To celebrate that the kid was alive, the king, queen, and young prince launched a lantern into the sky. The family was very happy for about a year…

That was how long it took for Gothel to figure out how to break in to the nursery.

She entered as swiftly as the dark, and held a lock of the princess' hair in her hand.

"Flower gleam and glow…" she sang, and Mabel's hair shimmered like it was made of moonlight. "Let your power shine!" she sang, pulling out knife. "Make the clock…"she cut the hair, and suddenly it stopped glowing, and turned an ashy brown, like her brother's… speaking of her brother…

"What are you doing in my sister's room?" the five-year old Pine Tree kid asked the witch. Then, he noted the knife in her hand, and his sister in her other arm. "PUT HER DOWN!" yelled the protective older brother.

The witch simply laughed, and marked the young prince before jumping out the window and into the night…

The kingdom searched for years, but with no success, and the prince's heart grew dark and vengeful. He knew he was to repay the woman who stole his sister and scarred him for life, if he was ever to live in peace.

Dark days fell upon the kingdom. I remember the day that it was announced that the king and queen had left the earth. The young prince, then twelve, ascended to the throne and ruled the kingdom harshly, with an iron fist. I was nine when that happened (by the time I was thirteen, I was well acquainted with him. In fact, I was one of the few who could get a rise out of him).

As Dipper gained his throne, far away in the deep forest, Gothel was brushing the hair of an eight-year old, who was singing softly.

"Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine…" the young girl sang sweetly. "Mama?" she asked.

"Yes Mabel?" Gothel asked.

"Why can't I go outside?"

"The outside world is a dangerous place, Mabel," Gothel told her. "You must stay here, where you're safe. Do you understand, my flower?"

"Yes Mama," the girl said sadly. "I understand."

Gothel had found her new flower, and was determined to keep her hidden… but the walls of the tower couldn't hide everything. See, every year on her birthday, her brother, the king, would launch thousands of lanterns into the sky, in hopes that his lost sister would one day return.

Fourteen years after Gothel had stolen Mabel, the king had taken a beautiful bride, and while his rule became slightly kinder, he remained as furiously determined to find the young princess. Mabel had grown into a restless young woman, impatient and longing for her freedom. Me? I was on the brink of the greatest heist of all time.

That, my friends, is where our tale begins… enjoy Mabel's Tangled.

Good luck.