Epilogue

Disclaimer: Alex Hirsch owns Gravity Falls, not me.

Dipper unzipped the seat cushion of his great-uncle's chair, frowning as pieces of shredded cotton, and crumbs fell out. He reached inside, feeling around, before grasping onto a folded piece of paper. He dropped the cushion back onto the chair, beginning to unfold it with trembling hands. The brunet flinched when his sister abruptly snatched it from his hands, her red rimmed eyes skimming across the words written. Gideon sniffled, wiping his nose, as he leaned against Mabel, squeezing his eyes shut. Stanley leaned forward, brushing up against Dipper, eyes lingering on the words. He began to read aloud, voice flat, and lacking emotion.

"Last Will and Testament of Stanford Filbrick Pines

I, Stanford Filbrick Pines, an adult residing at 618 Gopher Street, Gravity Falls, Oregon, declare this to be my Last Will and Testament. I revoke all wills and codicils previously made by me.

ARTICLE I

I devise, bequeath, and give all the rest and remainder of my residuary estate as follows:

1. 40% to Jason Pines.

2. 40% to Mabel Kristen Pines.

3. 15% to Stanley Pines.

4. 5% to Jesus Alzamirano Ramírez.

ARTICLE II

I devise, bequeath, and give my business, The Mystery Shack, to my employee, Jesus Alzamirano Ramírez. I devise, bequeath, and give my personal belongings, in their entirety, to my great-nephew and great-niece, Jason and Mabel Kristen Pines. If they are underage, they are to be assisted in this aspect, in order for them to sort out my possessions and the estate they are to receive. If my son, one Stanley Pines, is to approach the situation, he is to assist them with the sorting out of my affairs.

ARTICLE III

I request to have my body to be cremated and spread among the forest of Gravity Falls, preferably near The Mystery Shack. If my beneficiaries desire to have a grave marking for me, I request it to be placed in the Lake View Cemetery, Seattle, Washington, preferably next to one Carla Joyce Downe, if the Downe family permits so. If not, I request to be buried in the Gravity Falls Cemetery. The burial should only include family and those they deem necessary to attend.

ARTICLE IV

If Gideon Charles "Gleeful" Grievous is underage by the time of my death, he is to be fostered by Stanley Pines, instead of returned an orphanage. If his mother, Joana Grievous, awakens, and is in fit condition to care for him, he is to be returned to her. If necessary, Stanley Pines should be considered to adopt him, in order for him to be in a fit environment until adulthood.

ARTICLE V

The following is multiple requests I desire my family members to act for me, once I have passed.

1. Underneath the floorboards, under the dining room table is a suitcase. I request it to be thrown over the Gravity Falls waterfall, without the contents being revealed to the light of day. In accordance with that briefcase, a sheet of paper underneath it has a phone number on it, which I request to be burned. No answers will come from it.

2. A record labeled as "The Temptations Sing Smokey" and a box labeled "CARLA" are to be delivered to the Downe family.

3. My fez is to be given to Jason and Mabel Kristen Pines.

4. Inside the television set is seven grams of cocaine, and it is to be remain being there, until an individual known as Richard Sanchez appears for it. If he doesn't appear within 30 years after the date this is written, it is to be discreetly disposed of. If Sanchez is to ask what became of me, inform him of my deceased state. If he becomes aggressive in any form, or attempts to bring you to another dimension entirely, you are to quote me word-for-word with what is stated next in this will. "If you don't get your drunken ass off of my property, I'll haunt you until your goddamned life expires."

5. Alexander Robert and Ariel Caskey Pines are to be informed of my demise.

STANFORD FILBRICK PINES

SELF-PROVING AFFIDAVIT

The instrument, consisting of this and two (2) typewritten pages was signed and acknowledged by Testator as his Last Will and Testament in our presence, and we, at his request, and in his presence, and in the presence of each other, have subscribed our names as witnesses.

Under penalties for perjury, we, the undersigned Testator and witnesses declare:

1. That the Testator executed this instrument as his Will;

2. That in the presence of witness, the Testator signed or acknowledge his signature already made, or directed another to sign for him in his presence;

3. That the Testator executed the Will as his free and voluntary act for the purposes expressed in it;

4. That the witness, in the presence of the Testator and of each other, signed the Will as witnesses;

5. That the Testator was of sound mind; and

6. That, to the best of his knowledge, the Testator was at the time eighteen (18) or more years of age.

All of which is attested to this 30th day of July 2012.

-Stanford Filbrick Pines, Testator.

-Doctor Richard John Thompson, Witness."

"H-He's giving the Shack to Soos!" Mabel sobbed, face crumbling, much as it had yesterday in the portal room, when they had all realized Grunkle Stan was gone. This sobbing wasn't full of pure anguish, much as it had been then, but for the generosity he had written in his last will and testament. She begun to wail, as she realized they would have to inform Soos of his death, once he returned. "A-And n-now we have to t-tell h-him!"

"M-Mabel, he s-said he didn't want any of u-us...u-us...to c-cr..." Dipper broke off, feeling tears prickling in his eyes for the first time, since his great-uncle disappeared into the portal. Mabel and Gideon had sobbed, until they went hoarse, and Stanley had simply stared uncomprehendingly at the portal, where his twin had vanished off into. By the time the younger of the four wanted to go upstairs, from the shambled remains, he had continued to sit there. They hadn't been able to get a response from him, and went off to bed. When they had woken in the morning, he was making breakfast, though his eyes were suspiciously red rimmed, much as his sister's currently was.

Gideon buried his face into Mabel's shoulder, mumbling wetly. "H-He r-remembered m-me...h-he r-remembered m-me..."

"Children..." Stanley sighed aloud, directly their attention to him, all of their eyes filled with tears. "It's alright...everything will be fine..."

"G-Grunkle Stan is gone though..." Mabel lamented, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Yes...I...the portal...it was in shambles before, but Jill fixed it momentarily...when she was gone though...the portal fell back apart...yes, he's gone, and I'm afraid he won't...b-be coming b-back..." Stanley hung his head, his six-fingered hands fiddling in his lap.

Dipper wiped his tears away, feeling an unidentifiable emotion swell in his heart. "Yeah, ok, Grunkle Stan is gone, but that's what he wanted. He made his decision. He decided to save us. He decided to save us from Jill and he's our hero for it. Stanford Pines is our hero, but we need to move on. We won't ever forget, b-but it's time for us to move on."

The other three stared at him in surprise at his speech, Gideon with wide eyes, Mabel gaping wordlessly, and Stanley's fingers squeezed together. The 13-year-old began to blush from the attention he was receiving, resulting in Mabel giggling, Gideon to smile hesitantly, and his grandfather to wipe his own tears away. He nodded at Dipper's words. "Yes, you're right, we need to move on. He...my brother, he would want us to...Now, who wants to sort through the contents of Stanford's room?"

~!-?-!~

"Mabel, perhaps it would be best if I was the one to remove whatever is underneath my brother's bed," Stanley grimaced, as Mabel coughed heavily, holding a cardboard box, the dust floating in a thick cloud around her. "God knows what's underneath there."

Dipper meanwhile was rummaging through his great-uncle's dresser, folding up the various articles of clothing. He knew Soos would be devastated to learn that his father figure had passed, and he decided the 22-year-old would perhaps want to go through his suits, to perhaps salvage a few himself. It was the least that could be done, considering the bond the pair had had. By this time tomorrow, Soos would know what had occur, and fall apart. Dipper wanted to be prepared though. Mabel was now in the middle of opening the filthily box, appearing disgusted as she removed a handful crumbling cigarettes from it, immediately dropping them back in. "EW!"

"Of course he would keep those," Stanley muttered to himself, with a roll of his eyes. "Sweetie, would you mind placing those in the trash pile?"

As she preceded to do so, Dipper removed an another article of clothing, bewildered face presenting itself. "Is this a...biker's jacket?"

"Oh, I remember that...it was when Jimmy Snakes had presented him with that...Stanford and I had gotten into an argument, which resulted in him running off for about a week or so. When he had returned, he had brought along a biker gang, and I was completely furious for bringing that group of hoodlums. He had been riding along with them for the entirety of a week and became an honorary member. Snakes had informed Stanford, that he was always welcomed back, before the gang left, if I recall correctly."

"Do you know who Richard Sanchez is then?"

His grandfather frowned. "No, I can't say that I do. He must have met him, after I disappeared through the portal. I don't approve of this man already though, considering the fact that Stanford has been holding cocaine inside the television set for him, for who knows how long. Speaking of drugs, you children should never-"

"-do drugs. Yeah, we know." The twins spoke in unison.

Stanley's eyebrows furrowed, mumbling to himself. "...even Stanford and I were never that much in sync...Well, as long as you two are awa-"

"S-Stanley?" Gideon hesitantly peering into the room made him pause, his attention fully shifting to the freckled boy.

"Yes?"

"I-I c-can't f-find i-it."

"He must have hidden it in another location then," Stanley commented, referring to the key that would be used to unlock the suspiciously locked closet in the room. He pulled himself up from the ground, using the mattress to assist himself into doing so. The older Pines brushed off the dust from his slacks, stepping towards the 11-year-old. "Shall we go and search together, Gideon?"

"Um, o-ok..." The pair exited the room, Stanley's hand resting upon one of Gideon's shoulders, leaving the twins in their great-uncle's room.

When Dipper glanced up from the Hawaiian shirt he was folding, he studied his twin sister's forlorn expression. Her silky hair partially cover her face, yet he could catch a view of her frown, the saddened eyes, and slightly furrowed eyebrows. He gulped, nearly feeling the tears well up once more, knowing as well as her how difficult it was to move one from their great-uncle. "M-Mabel, are you ok?"

She glanced up from the box, brushing her fingers through her hair. "I know we should move on, b-but...I don't know if I can...it's hard..."

"We have to though. Grunkle Stan would want us to."

"I know, b-but...Dipper, I miss him." Th tears spilled over the rim of her eyes, leaking down her cheeks.

He bit his lip, before sliding his bottom across the wooden floor, so that he was pressed up against her side. "Me too."

The brunette wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms back around her, his own tears dripping down his face now. His hands shook, breath quick, though he didn't feel as though he were about to hyperventilate. His sister was grounding him, preventing his anxiety from engulfing him. After a few moments, the pair pulled away, both wiping their tears. Mabel's expression perked up after a moment, reaching over to the box of records. "Hey, old people music!"

Dipper laughed wetly, removing one from the wooden box. "The 'Original Television Soundtrack for Star Trek'? Oh man, how old is this?"

"I don't know, but this is awesome!" She snatched out another. "'Let It Bleed' by The Rolling Stones? That sounds really weird."

"'The Dark Side of the Moon' by Pink Floyd! I love this one!"

"Oh, that's the one Dad let's us listen to all the time back at home!" Mabel beamed, waving it around.

"'Hotel California' by The Eagles. Isn't that one song Mom sings along with when we're in the car?"

"Yeah, that's the one about the hotel that guy finds in the middle of nowhere!"

"Wait a second, Mabel, this is the record Grunkle Stan was talking about in his will!" Dipper tenderly removed the vinyl from the sleeve, observing the minimal scratches littered across the surface. Mabel brushed a thumb across the name "CARLA MCCORKLE" scrawled across one corner of the sleeve. Dipper exchanged the sleeve with Mabel, for the disc. He gasped loudly at something fluttered out from the opening. He lifted it from the floor, frowning. "What's this?"

It appeared to be an aged photograph, beginning to yellow, the right hand corner partially torn. The image presented a squatting woman, brunette hair feathered up, a flower clip holding the left side of her bangs in place. She appeared to be around in her early 40's, the beginnings of wrinkles barely present in the corner of her eyes. The woman beamed beautifully, makeup entirely missing from her spotless face. Her "mom jeans" were high-waisted and faded, a button-up purple shirt tucked into them. Squatting in front of her was a child, perhaps around 6-years-old, her curly brunette hair pulled up into a ponytail, a rainbow colored scrunchie clearly seen. A bandaid was on her chin, freckles spread across her nose. She wore a short-sleeved pink t-shirt, with a pair of overalls, her barefooted feet set in the grass below. She stuck out her tongue at the camera. Dipper flipped it over, the unfamiliar hand writing revealed to the twins. "This is my daughter, Jolene. She just turned 6 this last March and I thought you would want to see a photo of her. She likes to get into a lot of trouble, though you could probably already tell judging from what she's doing. I'm pretty sure she would be all over you though. She loves new people and get's really excited about everything. Love, Carla and Jolene Downe, 1986."

"Oh, Thistle Downe really did..." Mabel began, saddened.

"...end up marrying Carla." Dipper finished off, with a sigh.

They were silent for a moment, before Stanley and Gideon entered, the older Pines holding a key in his hands. He approached the closet, placing the key into the lock, before jiggling it a bit. It finally unlocked and he swung the door open. Stacks of boxes were piled up inside, a row of a few shoes lined up in front of them. A pair of boxing gloves were on a self above, pieces of the first layer peeling off of them. He spotted a box labeled "CARLA" removing in, and setting it onto the floor. Mabel plopped down beside him, waving the photographed she had snatched from Dipper, in his face. "Look what we found, Grandpa Stanley."

He paused, face blank, as he removed the picture from her hands. He observed the image, before flipping it over. He smiled gently, whispering to himself. "Even after she broke his heart, she still cared..."

Mabel was handed back the photograph, as the other two plopped down beside him. The older Pines opened the folds of the cardboard box, frowning to reveal the contents to be only letters. He removed one, opening up the envelope and reading a bit aloud. "January 1st, 1987. Dear Stan, I hope you and your brother are having a good birthday (or did if this arrived too late) and enjoy your new year. I hope you received my Christmas Card. Jolene picked it out herself, because she thought you would like it. I've told her a few things about you and she keeps thinking your secretly a lovable teddy bear. She wants to actually read something from you, so I would appreciate it if you would write back one of these days. It's been at least 8 years since I started writing and I want to finally hear from you for once. It seems you've changed your phone number, since I can't reach you that way. Anyways, hope to hear from you soon. Jolene drew a picture of you (I showed her one of you once) and it's on the back. Love, Carla and Jolene Downe."

"He never wrote her back?!" Mabel snatched up another letter, frowning as she opened one. "Wait, but this one was written to her in 1983."

Stanley frowned, plucking it from her grasp. "...He never sent it."

Dipper reached into the box, pushing aside several envelopes. "There's a bunch that were either sent to Grunkle Stan or were supposed to be sent to Carla in here."

The older Pines sighed. "Why did that idiot never send them?"

"...m-maybe h-he d-didn't w-want t-to i-intrude o-on h-her f-family..." Gideon mumbled, staring intently at the first letter they had found.

Stanley nodded after a brief pause. "Perhaps..."

"I guess we have to bring these to Washington." Dipper inputted, beginning to open one of them.

His grandfather nodded. "As long as we can get your parents to confirm this is alright...and...perhaps we should inform them of the situation."

"I don't know, Grandpa Stanley...how are we gonna explain who you are and how you're all young?" Mabel bit her lip, holding the letter in her grasp to her chest.

"I'll be sure to take care of it myself. From what I understand, my daughter-in-law is more agreeable than my own son is. I'll call her and brooch the subject with her, alright? The trip would have to be quick though, especially since school starts soon in California. And, Gravity Falls Elementary starts sooner, so we have to prepare Gideon for the school year."

"Oh yeah! We're gonna be in junior high, Dipper." Mabel beamed, appeared excited at the possibilities of a new stage of her life.

"I-I'm o-only g-going i-into t-the 5th g-grade." Gideon pouted, clearly upset that they'll be ahead of him now.

"The 5th grade's fun though, Gideon. I remember how much of a good time I had with the books we read," Dipper attempted to boost his friend's excitement for the new school year. He didn't share though on how that year had been the one that he had spiraled into having the anxiety being uncontrollable, leading up to him skipping the entirety of the 6th grade, as he had been in the hospital for the most the year (due to him being capable of doing higher amount of schoolwork though, he was allowed to skip over the grade, and move on to the 7th this upcoming year). "That's the first time I read 'Where the Red Fern Grows'."

Gideon cracked a smile at that, beginning to feel as though the year wouldn't be as horrible as he assumed. "A-And, m-maybe I-I'll m-make s-some m-more f-friends."

"Don't forget about us though!" Mabel exclaimed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"I-I w-won't e-ever f-forget y-you...o-or D-Dipper." He blushed as he spoke the words, feeling the brunette squeeze his shoulder comfortably.

"If you do, I'll come back and bug you until you remember you're my best friend!" The three laughed, as Gideon's blush deepened, burying his face in his pudgy hands.

When they had calmed, Dipper glanced up at his grandfather, biting his bottom lip. "Grandpa Stanley?"

"Yes?"

"Since when did Grunkle Stan have a son?"

Stanley gulped thickly. "He doesn't."

Mabel never noticed the conversation, as she had been distracted when she noticed movement in the corner of her eyes. Her head snapped to the left, observing a broken mirror leaning up against the wall. She briefly wondered to herself if perhaps Grunkle Stan had been there, keeping as eye on his family, but the idea disappeared soon after, when she was caught up in what her grandfather had said.

~!-?-!~

On the outside of the Mystery Shack, there seemed to be a watchful eye from a row of bushes lining the clearing. In the morning sunlight, an individual was reflecting the golden hued light spilled over his form, though the light didn't penetrate any shadows nearby. Bill Cipher swung his cane in circles, listening on to the laughter erupting from the building, wishing a merry tune to himself. If one to were listen closely, they would identify it to be "The Entertainer", though it seemed as though no on else was around to hear it. He adjusted his bow tie, whispering into the clearing before him. "It appears as though my work is done."

"William," A voice from behind announced the presence of another from behind, though the dream demon didn't turn around. Bill knew exactly who the individual was, considering how long he had known him. A square shaped purple dream demon, clad in a bowler hat, a tie, and holding a umbrella by his side was there. His eye seemed to pierce the triangle from behind. "Are you ready?"

"I believe I am, Tad."

"No goodbyes? I had mine, when it came to my wheel." Tad Strange's voice held a wistful tone to it, tightening the hold of his umbrella.

"I don't think I could...especially since this is last I'll see this dimension." Bill turned away, facing to the other dream demon, willingly holding his hands up.

"Very well..." With a snap of his fingers, Tad had Bill's hands in a pair of translucent handcuffs, glowing a faint purple hue. The triangle nearly seemed to grimace, pained by what had occurred, though he didn't voice this discomfort. Bill Cipher glanced once more over his shoulder, at the Mystery Shack for the last time. A portal opened in front of him, a rainbow hue swirling inside it, much as the portal had. "As ordered by Father, our great and holy ruler, you, William Cipher Pines, are to be imprisoned for breaking the universal rules set in accordance of Father himself. Interfering with the timeline, despite the fact that it was needed to be done, in order to prevent Jillian Margret Pines from disrupting anymore wheels, is cause for immediate imprisonment for life."

Bill closed his eye. "Goodbye, Pines."

They vanished from Reality.

~!-?-!~

"Hello?" The voice of Alexander Robert Pines had tears prickling in Stanley's eyes. He covered a hand over his mouth, in order to stifle the ragged gasps he was beginning to release. He couldn't speak, fearing he would fall apart. "Hello? This better not be a prank call. I can hear you breathing you know."

Finally, he gasped out his question. "H-Hello, is Ariel nearby?"

"...whose asking?" Alex intoned, sounding wary of him.

"Um...ah...I'm...I'm Stanford Pines's son."

"...what?"

He breathed deeply, steadying himself. "My name is Stanley and Stanford Pines was my father. I have some unfortunate news I wished to convey and thought perhaps it would be best if Ariel knew first."

"What for?"

Stanley frowned. "Um, she seemed to be in frequent contact with the past few months and I th-"

"Hold on a second..." The line was quiet for a moment, before he could distantly hear voices. They rose in volume, beginning to sound as though they were arguing. He couldn't hear the details, but he had a feeling this involved his brother. After about a minute or so, the voices died down, and a new voice approached his ears.

"Hello?"

"Um, yes, t-this is Stanley Pines. Stanford Pines was my father."

"Yes, so I've heard from my husband. Stan never told me he had a son?"

"Ah, that's slightly complicated, but it was for a good reason. I don't want to intrude, but may I ask what you were arguing about with my...cousin?"

"Well, I haven't been quite honest to him well...anyways, is there anything you needed?"

He felt his throat go dry, attempting to speak with normal tone. "I-I'm afraid I have some...b-bad news..."

"Oh, this doesn't sound good. Does this involve Stan? Is he alright? My children are with him a-"

"I-I know...I've already met them...they're quite wonderful to be around."

"Well, what's going on then?"

"My brot...f-father...S-Stanford's p-passed away..."

~!-?-!~

The Pines gathered around the front door of the vanilla colored colonial style home, located at a pleasant neighborhood in Seattle. The lawn appeared neatly trimmed, a oak tree in the front yard, with a depleted tire swing hanging from it. Bushes lined the sidewalk, that led up the porch the trio currently stood on. Stanley reached out, pressing the doorbell, with the cardboard box labeled "CARLA" tucked underneath his opposite arm. Mabel held the record to her chest, careful not to crush the vinyl disc inside. Dipper had the photograph stuffed into the pocket of his dark brown pants, his hand patting at it. After a brief moment, the door swung open, revealing a woman in her early 30's. Her curly brunette hair was braided, her bangs pulled back into it, freckles spread across her face. She had a scar on her chin, huge lips spreading into a smile. "I was wondering when you three would appear."

Stanley blinked in surprise. "You knew we were coming?"

"Of course, Stanley," His eyes widened at the use of his name, before she waved them in. "Come on in."

Dipper and Mabel glanced at one another, frowning, though they followed their grandfather as he entered the premises. She ushered them into the living room, heading towards the kitchen herself. They awkwardly sat upon the couch, the cardboard box now in Stanley's lap, as they awaited her return. They glanced around at the sparse decorations, observing the variety of photographs lined against one wall. When she emerged from the kitchen, she held a tray of glasses, all filled with lemon-aid. "Please, drink. I'm sure it must have been hot on your drive here."

"Um, a-are you Jolene?" Dipper asked in confusion, as he observed her sitting down in the love seat across the coffee table separating them. Mabel studied her sunshine yellow tank top, revealed her freckle covered shoulders, and her slim jeans, beginning to relax from the comforting aura she presented to them, knowing she already liked this woman.

"Yes I am, Dipper," He startled at the use of his name, though she continued on, as though it was normal that she already knew her name, despite the fact he had never told her. "Is that my mother's vinyl, Mabel?"

She gasped at the use of her name, nodding her head immediately, as she handed it across the table. Jolene removed it from her hands, smiling knowingly at it, before setting it down onto the table. Stanley took a sip of his drink, before clearing his throat, and speaking."Mam, I'll be frank, when I say I'm quite confused as to how you already know our names. "

"Oh, I apologize. When you've lived your entire life as I have, you simply forget to explain. Yes, I am Jolene Downe, Carla McCorkle's and Thistle Downe's daughter. I know that you three are the Pines, due to my...'sight'. I am considered somewhat of psychic in these parts," The twins gave one another doubtful looks, recalling how much of a psychic Gideon had been. "No, I am a real one, unlike your friend had been."

Their eyes widened, shocked at her words. "It's a bit difficult to describe it, but I'll try my best. I don't exactly see into the future, but I obtained certain information, that usually pops into my mind, when an individual approaches my house. I've had information for the three of you processed though me, so I know what's needed to be known. I don't know everything though, only certain aspects, such as your names."

"That's...difficult to believe. How exactly did you receive your powers?" Stanley leaned forward, clearly remaining skeptical of her powers.

"Well, when I was three-years-old, I found a letter dated back to 1979, that had been returned to my mother, unopened. I had been playing around in her closet one afternoon, and stumbled across it. The moment I touched it, I felt an electric current run through me, and witnessed a rainbow mass assault my mind, and a voice that had cried out against someone know as 'Cipher'. When the vision had passed, I had been brought to the hospital, after suffering a seizure. Soon after I woke, my powers began to awaken."

They all gaped at her, clearly stunned by her story, knowing the words to be a reference to the portal incident back in 1975, five years before she would be even alive. Carla wouldn't even know about what had occurred, as she had left Gravity Falls prior to the event. Stanley frowned, obviously believing her now, pondering to himself, as he mumbled. "Interesting...perhaps Stanford being near the portal had left behind a type of...he touched the letter...passed along...develops into a power...?"

"I'm sorry to say, but I don't actually know how it happened."

"Do you know about Stan?" Dipper wondered aloud, already half-way finished with her glass.

"Well, the first time I saw Stan, was later that very night, in my dreams. He's been the only one that I knew about, without having met. Stan may have never knew me, but I certainly knew him. I could hear bits of him throughout the years, and witness certain...events. To be honest, I don't know the context behind much of these visions, but over the years I grew to care for him. This may seem...strange, but I...I actually thought he was my father at one point and dubbed him as so when I was younger."

Stanley appeared bewildered by the words. "But...you never met...and...w-what about your own father?"

She blinked in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry to say, but my father passed in an car accident, was I was merely two-years-old."

"I...you...my b-brother..."

She smiled. "No, I'm afraid Stan never knew about that. Mother always wrote letters, yet...she never wanted to tell him."

"W-Why?" Mabel wondered, heartbroken appearance apparent to the others.

Jolene set down her cup of lemon-aid with a sigh. "I remember the last time I talked to her, she told me 'I never told him about my situation, because I knew he would drop everything, just to come and help. I couldn't do that to him'. She still cared about him, even after all those years."

Mabel's eyes teared up, while Dipper's eyes widened at the familiarly haunting words. "Carla still loved him."

"My mother, she loved my father to pieces. She mourned for him throughout her entire life, but...I believe if Stan didn't...if Stan didn't go to...prison? Yes, if he didn't go to prison, I'm fairly certain I would have been born as Jolene Pines and, well, I don't think we would be meeting as we are now. My mother never thought he would return from prison and moved on. Stan returned though and wasn't quite the same. Experiences such as that change not only one person, but several others."

Dipper thought about his Generalized Anxiety Disorder and how it had changed his family as a whole. Everyone had been stressed about Dipper, revealing it in various aspects. His mother became overbearing, attempting to assist him through every single step, and constantly voicing her concern. His father had started to snap at him, yelling at him to simply calm down. Mabel had been a mixture of distant (at times she didn't visit him for weeks), to always being there for him (at times she would ride the bus everyday to the hospital for him and stay for hours). The dynamic of their family had changed as a whole, so he knew exactly how it was. "I...think I understand."

"As I thought you would," She remarked, with a mysterious smile, though she didn't elaborate on the meaning. "Don't worry about my powers though, since when others leave me, the infinite knowledge on them leaves as well. For example, I know your full history with your brother, Stanley, but when you leave most will be forgotten...the only exception had been Stan...I always knew everything about him...until two days ago...now though, most of his history is fuzzy. I no longer view him as a guardian in my life, but as a distant memory of a childhood friend now."

"This is confusing!" Mabel finally groaned aloud.

"As it should be. Overtime though, perhaps you can grow to understand. Now, I have a vague understanding of what is in the box, so perhaps you may fully explain what it is?"

Stanley set the box onto the coffee table, beginning to open it. "Right, well, these are the various letters you mother sent to Stanford over the years and...and the ones he never sent to her."

The brunette reached out to the now organized piles, removing the latest one Stan wrote, on July 30th of that year. Jolene held it to her chest, breathing deeply, green eyes fluttering shut. "I can feel...how much emotion he had written into it..."

Stanley gulped thickly. "Yes, well, he...he wrote a lot of emotion into his last will and testament...I know we barely know you, but he had a request in one of the articles. You might already know what it is though."

Her eyes opened. "No, I don't. It will take awhile for you to grasp an understanding of my powers, but you're almost on the right track. What's the request?"

"Well, Stanford wished to have a tombstone beside your mother. He would have been cremated...if there was a b-body...but he wanted a marker there. If that's too weird and if there isn't any room beside her, as I know you father will be there, I completely understand. It sounds strange to m-"

"No, it's perfectly fine, Stanley. There is room on the left side of the tomb and I'm more than willing to allow it. After all, your brother had quite the influence on me throughout the years. It feels like he was almost family to me...would...would you mind if I kept these letters though?"

"Oh, of course, they're meant for you to keep anyways, as it was in his will."

Jolene's smile returned. "Thank you, Stanley."

He shook his head. "No, no, thank you Jolene. I'm grateful for this meeting."

"J-Jolene?" Dipper's eyes lingered beyond her right shoulder.

"Yes, Dipper?"

"Is that...is that a photograph of...?" He pointed on the fireplace mantel behind her, at the framed photograph set upon it.

"Yes, that is your grandfather and great-uncle. It was an old photo my mother had and if you would like you can take it for yourself." Stanley's eyes squinted behind his glasses, lighting up at the sight of the familiar photograph, beginning to be nostalgic at the sight.

The 13-year-old licked his lips, before nodding. "Thank you."

The pair of twins approached the mantel, as Jolene and Stanley continued to converse. Dipper's hand reached up, taking hold of it, and bringing it down to get a better view. In the image, Grunkle Stan had his arm slung over Grandpa Stanley's shoulder, grinning widely, with a thumbs up on his free hand. They appeared younger than Stanley was at the moment, perhaps in their mid-20's, perhaps slightly older. He wore a plain white t-shirt, the top of a pair of a jeans barely peeping into the picture. Stanley wore a dark long-sleeved top, with a pair of tan slacks peeping into the picture. His bulky glasses were crooked, a scowl present on his face, though a glint of excitement was clearly present in his eyes. Dipper removed the back of the frame, handing the photograph itself to Mabel. She flipped it over with a gasp. Dipper frowned at her, leaning closer. "What?"

Scrawled across the back with their great-uncle's familiar handwriting scribbled across, in words that could possibly refer to Carla and Stanley or to... "I love the both of you to pieces and I'm thankful you guys were in my life. I hope you two become whatever you want to be."

Dipper and Mabel felt a weight lift from the both of their hearts.

END

Alright, I want to start off with thanks to all of you supportive readers that have joined me in this fanfiction, over the past year. Gravity Falls has ended roughly a week prior, which I'm thankful matches up quite nicely with this ending. When I first had started this though, I hadn't imagined the response I would receive. On Tumblr, I had started to see posts, that presented startling evidence that Stan had a twin. When I checked on Fanfiction though, to to find any based on that idea, there was barely any to be seen (that's obviously not the case now). So, in November of 2014, I wrote a out an outline of new story involving the twin, based off of this idea I had read so much about. I hadn't thought though, that Stan was actually Stanley, while Ford was actually Stanford. I have Stan as Stanford and Ford as Stanley, simply because of the way the original theory had been presented. Obviously the Mystery Trio doesn't exist in canon, but in this story it does.

Regarding the trivia in this story...I've added minor notes and edits throughout the story about a month ago (to fix the conflicting plot details and accidental misuse of words). The facts I use in my notes are real ones, that I know from researching websites I've found are trustworthy (.org, .edu, .gov), in order to have a semblance of real world incorporated into it. In other words, I put a lot of time and effort into writing out my stories. I really am thankful that the handwork has paid off, considering the support I've gotten for my fic (seriously, I've had people tell me they've read the entire fic multiple times and freak out over it).

Gravity Falls is one of those shows that has influenced my life throughout the years, due to a number of reasons. I love the dorky comedy, the lovable characters, and the mysterious secrets hidden throughout the entire show. Mabel Pines is the type of person I aspire to be (seriously, she's such a positive person, I love her), while Stanley Pines is someone I can relate to on a personal level. I usually don't want to go into personal aspects such as what I'm about to go into, but I thought it would be necessary to explain. I feel as though Stan has a type of self-loathing, similar to one that I've held for myself several times over the years (I do still suffer from this, but it's not quite as severe as it used to be). I also feel as though he has been abused, and needed more love than what he had received in the past. As a victim of emotional and verbal abuse, I understand what it's like to live with someone like Filbrick Pines, and how degrading it can be on who you are as a whole.

I originally considered having a sequel to this story, though I decided against it in the end. In case I do change my mind though, I've left plenty of loose ends, much as Hirsch has in Gravity Falls, if I ever want to return. For now though, if any of you want to leave me questions either as reviews or private messages about the story, I'll be sure to answer to the best of my ability (some might not have direct answers though, considering the possibility I could return). For example, there was a bit of confusion on whenever or not Stan had died or not. If he's dead or trapped in another dimension is up to you, though they do refer to him being dead. What the characters believe versus what reality is though, that's up to you readers.

Finally, I really want to thank Aldecaalfi for the Spanish translations in this story. I do speak minimal Spanish, but my writing is cringe worthy when it comes to the language. They were a huge help though and I was praised by a few reviewers for the effortless transition. That transition was thanks to Aldecaalfi though, so that was all on them. Thanks again though. If I never need to have translations for Spanish, I know who to turn to.

Once again, thanks all of you for supporting me and I hope to hear from some of you again!

February 24th, 2016