Yeah basically I improved on the spacing and setup of this story. Nothing's really changed about it and meh, if you want a weird story from the beginnings of my writing, welp, here ya go. Also, here's a story thing dedicated to all you eliminators out there. You're looking classy with those soulless eyes, friend. Is that a new hairstyle? You're rocking it.

The author steps back from her early morning work and shrugs, "Good enough. I'm not rewriting this whole thing. At least it looks better now."

She groggily leans back against the tan couch in the dorm and sneaks a glance at the clock.

"Six AM. Again. Awesome."

As she takes in yet another sunrise from the wrong end, the brunette wonders how the original plotline of the story she just grammatically improved deviated so far from the plans. It was originally going to be a story of Mabel having to fight off lovestruck boys with a stick after a too-strong potion spilled on her, but okay author mind, we get it. You're scattered. How it wound up a mad torturing of Dipper Pines that forced him into unconsciousness at least three separate times in a relatively short story, you'll never know.

The collegiate smiles, sips a bit of tea and thinks back to the simpler times when she unknowingly read a Pinecest smutfic that scarred her for weeks, back when updates came easily, back before the fandom fizzled out. She closes the Gravity Falls Fanfiction Archive tab and opens her now TARDIS-themed Tumblr. The Word Document labeled 618 fills quickly with upper level art history dialogue. My how the times have changed.