This is fine. It's fine. We're fine.

[sharpasanarrow]

[Well that was.

Something.

Underneath everyone’s door they’ll find a slip of paper, in shaky calligraphy, that reads:

INVITATION

Meet in the Dining Room.

Do not bring alcohol of any sort.

Upon arrival into the Dining Room it’s clear that this is very much...not a party.

The center of the room is cleared of all tables, and instead has all the chairs arranged in a circle, facing inwards. On the tables pushed to the side are jugs of water, cups, plates of saltines, and several hastily-made pamplets that read on the front ”How to cope with Child homicide” that contains an advisory list:

1. Try not to think about it.
2. Do not get hysterical.
3. Crying is permitted, but keep it within a reasonable volume. (For the consideration of fellow mourners)
4. Maintain civility
5. Do not plunder the belongings of the deceased.
6. No drinking or gambling your sorrows away. Set an example.

Standing in front of one of the chairs already is Mr.Arrow. He clears his throat as people start to slowly come in.]

I gathered you all here because I believed it would be conductive to group morale if we all worked through our feelings regarding recent events. Talk about your feelings with one another, but not with me.

[He steps back a little, out of the circle of chairs, in what seems to be an invitation for people to sit down and discuss with one another.]

Comments

[sorrydoods]

[Holy shit.]

Wendy! Wendy, are you there?!

[For God's sake, is there anyone he knows that wasn't dragged into one of these stupid death ritual things?!?]

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah dude! It's me! Don't be so loud about it though, we're supposed to be a big secret.

[Everything's fine, Soos. Wendy hasn't been dying inside the moment she saw everyone ending up here.]

[sorrydoods]

...right, sorry.

[Pardon him for having a small panic attack]

What-what happened? Are you and Ford okay?

Did...did anyone else get sucked into one of these things?

[kindaruledatit]

[Can she just.... get into view here. Thanks.]

Ugh. Seems like the whole Mystery Shack got dragged into all of this. Me and Ford were together in a group, but we escaped. Dipper is...

[Well, he already knows, doesn't he.]

He wasn't with us.

[sorrydoods]

Yeah, I...I already know about that...

[See: Saddest Reunion Ever.]

What about...what about everyone else from Gravity Falls? Did anyone else get pulled into this?

[kindaruledatit]

Uhh, no one else I've noticed besides Old m- [Mmm] Fiddleford Mcgucket.

....Oh. And Preston Northwest was here. He's dead now.

[Sort of? At least they punched him.]

[sorrydoods]

[Okay, so someone he doesn't care about too much, and Old Man McGucket. That's not too ba-wait. What was with that change]

What happened with Old Man McGucket?

[Get ready for a mind to be blown.]

[kindaruledatit]

[YEAH HERE WE GO.]

....Okay. You are not going to believe this, but he got murdered by a tiny cricket man.

[sorrydoods]

[...wut...]

What?

[Usually he can handle some pretty weird stuff, but that...that went way past pretty weird and went to insanely weird.]

[kindaruledatit]

It's way worse then it sounds, Soos.

[She may or may not have cried.]

[sorrydoods]

...I think I'm good on knowing what happened, then.

[She can tell him about it later if she really wants to.]

I was more wondering why you called him Fiddleford instead of Old Man McGucket, to be honest.

[That just seemed a little weird, especially since she was already in the middle of saying it.]

[kindaruledatit]

....Oh. He was super young when he was with us. Like, seventies young.

[Can't exactly call him "old" now, can she.]

[sorrydoods]

[...he's staring to really hate time travel now.]

So, basically what we saw of him in the beginning of that freaky memory video thing we watched that one time?

[You know, the one where we slowly see his decent into madness?]