Auh summer break, a time for leisure, recreation, and takin her easy. Unless you're me.. My name is Dipper. The girl about to puke is my sister Mabel. You may be wondering what we're doing in a golf cart, fleeing from a creature of unimaginable horror.

Rest assured, there's a perfectly logical explanation.

Let's rewind. It all began when our parents decided we could use some fresh shipped us up north to a sleepy town called Gravity Falls, Oregon, to stay at our god father's place in the woods.

"This attic is amazing. Check out all my splinters!" Mabel held her hands out, wood plastered her palms.

"And there's a goat on my bed." Dipper sighed

Mabel grinned, "Hey, friend." She held her arm out to the goat, "Oh! Yes, you can keep chewing on my sweater." She chuckled

My sister tended to look on the bright side of things, "Yay! Grass!", But I was having a hard time getting used to our new surroundings.

"Boo!" Bill threw deer teeth at him.

Dipper shrieked, "Ah!"

"Ahahahaha! Hahaha!" Bill laughed

Then there was our God Father Bill. That guy.

Bill coughed, clearing his throat, "It was worth it."

Our God Father had transformed his house into a tourist trap he called "The Enigma Shanty". The real enigma was why anyone came.

Bill grinned, "Ladies and Gentlemen, behold! The Basscrotch!" He presented the fish to them. The tourists amazed.

And guess who had to work there?

Gother Bill stood tall, 6'1, with golden blond hair despite a few lingering white hairs. His skin golden, eyes a piercing blue, "Hey Pine tree, do me a favor and hang these signs in the woods would you?"

Dipper scowled, he hated the nicknames he gave them, "Fine.." He sighed, the woods was one of the only places he felt safe. Like he was being watched over. It was his Gother he was suspicious of. Dipper didn't trust him one bit. Heck just today his mosquito bites spelled out beware. Dipper took the would, nervously looking behind him as Bill watched him go.

Dipper sighed, hanging up the signs in the wood when he hit something that almost seemed metal... it was metal. He opened a compartment in the metal tree, flipping a switch. A hole in the ground opened revealing a journal. Dipper looked through it, stuffing it in his vest. Once he brought it back to the Shack he spoke with Mabel, "It says to trust no one.." He whispered so Bill wouldn't hear.

Bill was already protective of the twins enough, always keeping them busy, rarely letting them go outside. They felt as if they were being held captive. Often Dipper and Mabel had to assist grocery shopping, and cook for themselves. Dipper thought it was strange he had never seen Bill eat. He had always brought the food to his room.

Dipper blinked when the door bell rang, "It's my boy friend!" She grinned excitedly.

Dipper raised his eyebrows, Bill walking in, "You mean in the half hour I was gone you already got a date?"

Mabel smiled, nodded, "Yeah we met in the cemetery.. I'll get it!" She shouted, Bill watching as she left.

He chuckled, "Oh that is not gonna last long for Shooting Star." Bill shook his head.

Dipper growled quietly, "Her name is Mabel..."

Mabel showed her boyfriend, Bill frowned, "I don't approve of him."

Mabel's grin disappeared, "You can't keep shooting down every guy I like."

Bill laughed, pushing the boy out, "Yes I can. No more looking for guys alright? I mean it." He folded his arms.

She whined, stomping her foot, "This is the worst summer ever." She trudged upstairs. It didn't help feeling watched wherever she was in the house.

Dipper frowned, going after his sister; giving Bill a look, in which he shrugged. Dipper sighed, entering their bedroom, "You okay Mabel..?"

Mabel sniffled, "He's ruining my summer. He only let's us out of the Shanty like... two times a day. Bill's crazy." She cried a bit, Dipper sitting beside her and rubbing her back.

"I know... let's just hope this summer ends quickly... maybe he just wants us to be safe.." He shrugged, frowning at her tears. A feeling of dread in Dipper's stomach lingered. He wanted to punch Bill for making his sister cry.

She sighed, looking in her lap, "I hope you're right... let's go make dinner." Mabel got up, Dipper following her.

The kitchen table was silent as usual, Bill heading to his room. Dipper frowned, how could his parents choose such a horrible god father?