#implying a DPXDCXGF crossover

[pencil-for-a-dog]

When dipper opened his eyes he felt lost, burry as he just woke upin the floor. He blinked more, eliminating the fog that stopped him from seeing straight, and once he achieve his objective, he couldn’t stop the feeling. He just couldn’t recognize a single thing that may or not indicate that he’s somewhere near, if not in, Gravity Falls. The floor was some kind of metal, grey at sight and shiny where the light of the bulbs hit on it, the walls weren’t that different, old gray material with vestigios of the reflected light. The roof was some dark color, probably the same material as the resto f the room but it was fullfilled with warm light bulbs that illuminate the room.

Honestly, he can’t remember how, in the beloved name of everything that’s wrong with Gravity Fall’s physics, he got wherever this place is. He manage to sit on the floor, feeling some pain in his muscles and bones, like he had been putting his body in some stressing activies, like running for miles and hours a¡or fighting too much. He closed his eyes, take a long breath just to oprn his eyes and blinked again, thinking it was the fog he felt in his brain the one that stopped him from recognizing anything in this place. Looking aroung waitinng for some kind of answer to appear just in front of him. Like magic.

Clearly, magic isn’t in his side right now, as he is somewhere for something-probably-a-god-if-not-baby-time knows how much. He sighed, it’s clear that it’s summer, this kind of stuff only happens on summer.

He sighed again, this time with more feeling as he went and pulled his hand trough his hair- His hair. Where is his hat?

He moved his head just to find the hat on the floor, probably aside of where his head was.

Then, it became clear.

He remembers the entire day, waking up early, having a messy but fun breakfast with Mabel, left the house while talking, arriving to school just to find out that Pacifica sent a text with “URGENT” in caps. A scream, everything too fast and too slow. Blackness.

Is not summer.

And Wendy’s hat is the one on the floor.

And he has no time to think, to panic, as a masked guy in a red and black costume seems to appear from the shadows.

“Who are you?” The guy asks in a caution tone as he is ready to fight.

“Oh for fuck’s sake” Dipper feeling fuzzy and confused. This is Mabel’s fault, probably. She really should stop dating crazy magic guys.

#A #writing prompt #i guess #Gravity falls #dipper pines #crossover #dc #tim drake #red robin #GFXDC #A discarded version included Pacifica's text saying : #'URGENT: Mabel dated a fucking entity that's being chase by some guys in white from the fucking goverment' #implying a DPXDCXGF crossover #lol #Mentioned Mabel Pines #Mentioned pacifica Northwest #My writing #Mywriting