Molly stared out the window, sighing. Her twin brother was ranting about his plans for the future.

"One day, I'm gonna run away from this dump! I'll fend for myself in the real world," he declared. Molly turned to him.

"What about me?" she asked.

"Don't worry Molls. I'll come back for you," he said. Molly raised an eyebrow. Her brother sighed. "Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye," he recited. Molly smiled. Then she turned to look out the window.

"I hate them. All of them," she said as she stared down at the other orphans who got to play outside. She and her brother never got to go outside. Nobody working at the orphanage wanted people walking past to see these weird twins.

"I hate them too," the boy said. "Wanna mess with them?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

"Duh," Molly replied. She flicked her hand in a circle, and the jump rope some kids had been playing with wrapped up around one boy. He screamed, and everyone turned to the window where they knew the culprit waited. Molly waved at them, laughing.

"My turn," her sibling said. He snapped his fingers, causing a ball a group of kids had been kicking to turn into a ginormous orange.

"What the-" one girl shouted. Molly high-fived her brother.

"We are gonna be in so much trouble," she said with a huge smile. They adjusted their eyepatches in unison and grinned.

Molly stared at the ceiling. All the other kids got to watch a movie, but she and her brother had to go to bed early. Molly sighed, brushing her golden hair out of her face.

It wasn't the worst punishment, but it forced her to sit in silence with her thoughts. Thoughts of her jerk parents, leaving them here. They weren't dead- that was all she knew about them.

She stared at the mark on the back of her left hand: a one-eyed triangle with limbs, a top hat, and a bow tie. Her brother had it on his hand too. Neither of them knew what it meant. She felt alone, despite the boy lying in the bed next to hers. Her one good eye filled with tears.

"I hate it!" Molly screamed suddenly. "I hate it here! I hate everyone and everything!" Her brother didn't speak for a while.

"Molls?" he asked after a long silence.

"What?" she snapped.

"I- I wanted to give you something," he said. Molly held out her hand and let her twin drop something in it. It was a gold coin. "I stole it. I don't need it, and I want you to have it," he explained. It was clearly worth quite a bit, but Molly had no intention of selling it.

"Thanks," she said. Her brother smiled in the dark.

"Molls?" he asked again.

"Yeah?" she replied.

"No matter what, we're siblings. We stick together. If you ever feel alone, remember I'm always there for you. Okay?" he told her. He sounded like he was about to cry. Molly nodded, feeling tears in her yellow eye. She wiped them away.

"I love you, Molls," her brother told her.

She quietly responded, "I love you too, Bill."

Eight years later…

Molly didn't even flinch. She was used to being slapped at this place.

"You worthless little urchin! Can't you do anything right?!" Mrs. Grenwald screeched.

"Not really," Molly replied calmly. She was slapped again. She was pretty sure she was slapped harder the second time, but she couldn't really feel it.

Mrs. Grenwald walked away, muttering curse words under her breath. Molly sighed, picking up the basket of white clothes that were now pink, thanks to Marcy's red sweatshirt. She dumped the clothes in the dryer, not bothering to turn it on.

This was it. She was really gonna do it. Molly took a deep breath, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out the coin Bill gave her the night before he left. Now, she was leaving, too.

She headed up to her room for the last time. She grabbed the tattered blanket off her bed and set her few possessions on it- the picture of her and Bill a few weeks before he left, her sketchbook (which had less than 15 pages left), and the chocolate bar she stole from the gas station on the corner.

She pulled on her sweatshirt, which was yellow with a big eye on the front. She tied her shoelace. When she was sure she was ready, she grabbed the blanket with her stuff and tied the top into a knot. She tossed it over her shoulder and, making sure Mrs. Grenwald wasn't around, walked out the door, not turning back to look at her prison.

"Okay, you can do this. This is nothing. Just a little longer," Molly muttered as she trudged along. Her bag of things was getting heavy, despite the fact that there were less than five items in there.

The guy at the gas station a few miles back said there was a town not too far away. He had warned her it was a strange place with strange people, which only made her decide it was the perfect place to go.

It was getting light out, filling Molly with dread. She needed the darkness to travel without risk of being discovered. Mrs. Grenwald was probably looking for her, only because it would make the orphanage look bad if she didn't. Thankfully, Molly could travel in the forest while the sun was up. She quickly entered the trees, breathing in their fresh scent.

"Just a couple more hours, I bet," she announced to the pines. "Just a couple more hours until I get to Gravity Falls."

Hours later, Molly was exhausted and felt like kicking the next squirrel she saw. She knew she needed sleep, but she also needed food and water, which she could get in Gravity Falls. She slowly made her way through the woods, finally making it into a little clearing.

There was a house with a huge sign that read 'Mystery Shack.' Unfortunately, the S in Shack had fallen off.

"Well, maybe they'll take pity on me. And if necessary, I could always... persuade them," Molly muttered, a small blue flame forming on her palm. She balled her hand into a fist, putting out the fire. She approached the door and knocked.

It flew open, a young boy staring back at her. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He wore an orange T-shirt and gray shorts. Pajamas. I didn't even realize how early it is, Molly thought to herself.

"Who the hell are you?" he inquired, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"I could ask you the same thing," Molly snapped. He glared at her.

"Ladies first," he told her.

"Then why aren't you talking?" she sassily replied.

He looked surprised, but finally answered, "I'm Dipper Pines. Now, let me ask again... who the hell are you?"