Mabel and Dipper Pines were sent to live with their great-uncle in Gravity Falls, Oregon for the summer when they were fourteen years old.
They had no idea what evil lurked in the seemingly sleepy town.
One quiet night, they were wandering through the forest and came across an old red book. No title was on it, and Dipper had a sinking feeling about the book. He told his twin not to touch it, but she picked it up anyway and grew curious about it.
Turns out, the book was cursed and belonged to a powerful demon named Bill Cipher. Unbeknownst to the teens, the book was terribly cursed by him.
They should have never opened it.
How were the young twins to know what horrors opening that accursed book would entail? It had been such a curious thing, after all; hidden away in the forest, bound in a blood red skin and locked up with steel plating. But the signs had been too blatant to ignore. It smelled like flesh and soot, cold as death to the touch. Dipper felt ill the moment his fingers had brushed the clammy journal, but if it had the same effect on his sister, she hadnât made it known. Sheâd hugged the book to her chest and, ignoring her brotherâs protests, brought the old book back to town with them.
The twins were restless, arguing with themselves and snapping at others. One night, they just couldnât take it anymore; Dipper, reluctant and sick, agreed to help his sister get the heavy journal open, if not just for a peek before they both completely lost their minds.
It was a mistake to have opened it.
When the twins had managed to pry the journal open, they unleashed hell upon the world; countless gruesome monsters into the woods and well beyond. It was the start of an apocalypse, and their sleepy Oregon town was right in the center of it.
Now, the town is little more than a makeshift fortress. Very little power means very little communication. Townsfolk are vanishing throughout the tense nights and the dark days, and those who remain try to fight back, but itâs hard to fight enemies that rarely make themselves seen. Barricades and fences can only help so much.
The twins, traumatized with guilt and grief, have not yet made it known that they were the fault of this mess. They struggle to find a way to end this and survive; but every day the twins grow sicker and wearier, haunted in their sleep by eerie, demonic laughter.
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