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▲ 2 | Isolate ▲

B/N = Brother's name
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◬ Chapter 2 - Is it OK to Isolate? ◬
◬ Edited ◬
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• Isolate •
'cause a person or place to be or remain alone or apart from others'
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△ "Oh- oh Gravity Falls, it is good to be back!" △

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'Welcome to Gravity Falls!'

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You squinted and quietly muttered a small, "Huh."

Getting into your car again, you drove ahead steadily, looking around curiously at the unfamiliar area around you. There were bright red mushrooms with white spots and large pine trees. It was pretty.

It was a quite a sight to see, especially with your previous living conditions in the city. Pollution and rubbish everywhere. Alleys full of stray cats and dogs- even homeless people laid on their dirty mattresses. The mood wasn't entirely uplifting, so the new environment was a pleasant change of pace.

Here, it was clean and colourful, beautiful, really. Nature is quite a wonderful thing, and you often took that for granted so now was the time to appreciate it.

But your little moment of happiness ended when you saw what looked like the tip of a red pointy hat behind a tree trunk.

You became even more alarmed after seeing large, wide beady eyes under the hat staring back in horror before disappearing behind the tree.

This caused you to swerve the car in panic - causing an extremely loud screech noise coming from the tires.

The loud sound pierced your ears and the car veered of the road, far into the forest, before hitting the base of a large tree with a big crash. Upon the impact, your body jolted forward violently and your head knocked against the glass window. Within seconds, a large airbag inflated in front of you.

A silence followed the series of events you just experienced, and you opened your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows in distress.

Despite that, your mind could only be diverted to what you had witnessed before.

Holy shit.

You shook your head. That was just a hallucination, right? At this point, you were only focusing on what you saw, not the crash. No, there's no way. You know what you saw. You weren't crazy.

It looked like a gnome.

A loud groan escaped your lips as you instinctively placed a hand to your nose, a slight pain shooting through the rest of your face upon contact. The airbag rested the impact, but it still hurt like a bitch.