Dipper had always chalked up the weirdness of Gravity Falls to the unfortunate double whammy of Bill’s mental presence in the town, and the ancient space ship. His great uncle Stanford never managed to complete his theory on the connection between the two events. It was all too cyclical. If the ship ripped a hole into the weirdness dimension, that would explain Bill managing to anchor himself there, but all of their investigations concluded it had to be the other way around. The hole had already been ripped in the fabric of reality. He merely reached through it to expand the wound.
The answer to the greatest puzzle of the Falls seemed just as out of reach for him as it had been for Ford when his investigations were active. Every time he thought he was getting close, something would keep him from making the connection. He would forget crucial details and the notes for them would simply be gone. Clues seemed to jumble themselves up, whether out in the field, or even in his most secure storage vault.
It couldn’t have occurred to him that the answer wasn’t his to know. That’s not how the scientific mind works. Questions have answers. Actions have reactions. Though, when his crush, and unrequited love of nearly a decade asked him out on a date, it seemed so much less important.
Until an unexpected death changed their lives completely. Their time is limited, and it becomes all too apparent how little their claim on the paltry collection of dust and rocks that is the earth really is. The contract had literally been written into the stars before their world was ever born. Can wendy save Dipper from madness? Can they save the world? Can they touch the unknowable and survive long enough for anything else to matter?
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