Hello readers! It's the moment you've all been waiting for! I've started the sequel! Well, technically, I'm just copying and pasting the first two chapters into my profile, but you know what I mean. So if you haven't been reading WillieBadger618's author's notes, then you'll have no idea why I'm writing this story now instead of him. If you're in this situation, I suggest you go check out the author's notes because they'll explain everything. But for right now, let's get this started.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.

Noedig's POV:

As an average little boy, I tell the truth, try my best, and do my chores. One of those chores was to make sure I had a neat and tidy room to sleep in. If one thing was misplaced in my room, then that meant that my whole room was unorganized. I would spend hours cleaning it and making sure its arranged in the way I want it to be. I don't stop until I think it's as neat as it could be.

Unlike most kids, I adore books. Some kids only read books that have more pictures, and less words. Others are just lucky enough to read the title of a book, and just look at the pictures. Heck, some even toss them in the trash and never wish they would see it again. As for me, I can't get enough of reading. I'll read any type of genre of a book, such as mystery, supernatural, romance, or comedy. I love books so much, that the majority of my room is consists of books. It is almost as if I lived in a library! In total, I have exactly 1,348 books, and most of them are adult kind. I can easily find books by using an alphabetical coordinated system; that way, I never have to searched twice for a book.

Until today.

Candlelights blazed in my bedroom as I tossed, and looked through every single book I owned. I'm surprised none of the books hit the candlelights, and caused my room to catch on fire. The alphabetical system I created, and used, wasn't working. I searched ten times in a row for this one book in my collection, but I couldn't it! Ever since that one day...that one badday...I have been thinking of ways to plot vengeance. Now, I actually think of an idea, and I don't have the book to guide me in the right direction.

After hours of constant throwing of books, I grew discourage. I literally laid on a pile of books to think where I could find it. Where could it be? The library? A book sale? Some auction on the internet? Where could I find it? I decided as a way to relieve my stress, I would go on a walk. That way, I could clear my mind, and think of some place to search for this particular book.

I exiled out of my sleeping facility, and walked passed my father, and made my way towards the front door. My mother was cleaning the countertops in the kitchen, and spoke no words when I walked pass. My father, however, was making his way to the living room with a can of TTIP soda in his hand, when he happened to stop in front of my bedroom, to peek inside. He saw my messed up room with all the books thrown onto the ground, and made a comment.

"So, that's what was going on in your room. It sounded like a bomb went off in there. Why did you throw all your books on the ground, Noedig?" Father questioned. I didn't bother turning around to look at him, or respond to his inquiry. I just kept making my way towards the door, to go on my walk. When Father didn't receive any response back from me, he stated another question. The only difference between the two is that he spoke a little louder than before.

"Now just where do you think you're going?"

"Out." I replied, still walking towards the door. Man, why was this hallway so long?

"Not with that messy room, you're not. Now, clean up your room this instant." He stated firmly. I rolled my eyes before replying back to him.

"I will do it when I return." I replied. I was inches away from the door, but father kept on talking. He was really getting on my nerves. I think for Samtsirhc, I should get him a hearing aid, because he's clearly not listening to my responses.

"I demand you clean up your room right now!" He shouted, which made mother jump out of her skin. I stopped and I turned around, fuming with anger. My hands clenched into fists as I shouted back towards my father...which is unlike me.

"I WILL CLEAN MY ROOM WHEN I WANT TO CLEAN MY ROOM! LEAVE ME BE!" I yelled. Both mother and father were taken aback due to my outburst; even I was. I never yelled before. It almost felt as if I was a different person. I looked and sounded the same, but my attitude had changed tremendously. Why did I yell? What am I turning into? Who have I become?

Father, growled and slammed his soda down on the once cleaned, countertops. Mother had came over to the mess, and cleaned up the spill, not uttering one word about the situation. Father had come up to me, and picked me up by my shirt, which is unlike him. Father and I had a mutual relationship between each other, sharing common interests and similar hobbies. It is almost as if I am a different person, and our bond never existed in the first place. I can definitely tell with my newly found attitude, father didn't like that one bit.

With me in his grasp, I felt stomach turned and my eyeballs enlarged. What was going to happen now? A smack across the face? A punch in the eye? A strangle to the neck? I was worried to what father was going to do. I cringed as I awaited for pain to come, but it never arrived.

"Put him down, Dub." I heard mother say. I opened my eyes and saw mother, scowling at father, with her hands on her hips. It surprised me to hear mother speak out, since she never does that. She's usually shy and tense, not daring to say one word to anyone. This was a small glimpse of a different side I have never seen of her before. To be honest, I didn't know how to react to mother's newly found confidence.

Father had looked over towards mother, surprised as well. He said nothing of it though, but he reluctantly nodded and dropped me. I landed on my feet with ease once I was released. Even though I was still frightened as to what recently took place, I was still mad at father. I felt my hands clenched up into fists, and for the first time ever, I sent him a hateful glare. Father only rolled his eyes and unexpectedly, grabbed my hand, and lead me to my messy bedroom. I tried to break away from his grasp, but he had a surprisingly tough hold on me. I was literally thrown into my room, and I landed on a pile of books. I looked up at him, and sent him the same glare, but he didn't retaliate.

"I don't know what has gotten into you, but I seriously HATE your new attitude. You know better than to yell at me, Noedig. How dare you? Now, you are going to clean your room, and make sure it's spotless. I don't care if it takes you days, weeks, even months to clean it. You're going to do it, and do it right! Once I check it for myself, I wish to see the regular Noedig back, and an apology spoken to me." He yelled. Without letting me talk at all, he slammed the door shut, and locked it from the outside.

Unbelievable. UNBELIEVABLE!

I sat there for quite some time on those books, as I took in everything that was said. I pictured the events that took place, after those five horrifying minutes that went on. Fumigating with anger until my face turned red, is unlike me. Clenching my fists and making faces to loved ones, is unlike me. Everything that happened outside my bedroom was definitely unlike me. What kind of monster have I become? Never in my entire life have I acted out before. Just ask anyone! It was almost as if I entered into a different universe, and I was the evil little nine-year-old, who through hissy-fits, just because he didn't get what he wanted.

I don't know. Maybe...maybe I overreacted. Maybe I should have been more calmer towards my father. I think I freaked out because I got stressed out over some book that I desperately needed to find.

"UGH! WHERE IS THAT BOOK?!" I screamed as I pulled out bits of my black, wavy hair. I slammed my fists onto a pile of books, and ended up throwing a random one towards a wall. The contact it made with it, made a picture frame, that had my "Most Smartest Smarty Pants" award, fall onto the floor; glass shattering in the process.

"Great. Just great." I say sarcastically. I get up, and walk over towards the mess, so that I could clean it up, and not get into any more trouble. However, even before I touched the frame, my eyes made contact with a piece of paper, lying next to it. I don't recall writing anything down in my room before. I wasn't sure where this came from. Hesitantly, I pick it up, and examine it. It clearly wasn't my handwriting, and the paper definitely did not feel like regular old computer paper. It almost felt like construction paper, or something thicker. After examining it, I went ahead, and read it silently.

"I heard you're searching for a certain book, and I have exactly what you need. Meet me at the open dead field tonight at Midnight. -Ttorps"

Who the heck is Ttorps? I might have seen him before, but I just cannot recall his name somehow. I wonder if he knows my name, by any chance. Could I trust him with such a note? How did he even know where I lived? I was kind of creeped out for a bit, but I pushed that in the back of my mind. So, I had a choice. I could either meet someone in the middle of the night, to give me something that I've been searching for, or stay here, locked in my room, and clean up this mess.

The decision was obvious.

As tired as I was, and as much as I wanted to crawl into bed and sleep, midnight quickly approached. I ended up crawling out my window, since father still kept me locked in my room. I couldn't understand why Ttorps, wanted to meet me in the middle of the night in the dead field. Kind of an odd place to meet someone, anyways. I remember how it became dead...the destruction of the two demons. Some weird device that was developed by one of the Senip twins caused both Llib Rehpic, and Bill Cipher to die, in order to defeat the Brightness. This all happened one month ago, and in that same month, I ran for ruler, BUT I LOST TO REPPID AND LEBAM! Man, I wanted that position so bad!

I got lost in my thoughts about losing the competition, that I did not even notice a tap on my shoulder. What made me snap back into reality was when I saw Ttorps, in full vision. Ttorps had overalls on him, along with a black t-shirt, and an old carnival hat placed on his head. He had a weed in his mouth, along with a backpack on his back. He didn't even seem tired at all. It's the middle of the night, and all I was hoping for, was to be in bed, and deal with that book mess later on. However, this was important. If Ttorps had the book I was searching for, then sleep is overrated.

"Noedig?" Ttorps asked me, which made me jump a little. He did know my name. I wasn't expecting that...freaky.

"Yeah." I replied. "You got the book?"

"Oh yeah." He replies. With no hesitation whatsoever, he removes his bag from his shoulders and unzips it. Once fully opened, he looks around him, making sure it's only the two of us in the dead field. In the blink of an eye, Ttorps pulls out the book that he believes I have been searching for. I can easily say that from my perspective, I was astonished as to what kind of book I was looking at.

"Lanruoj -3?!" I say aloud, but Ttorps, covers my mouth since I nearly yelled when I saw it.

"Be quiet! I don't need you to wake up the entire town!" Ttorps, says to me as he uncovers my mouth, so that I can speak.

"Sorry." I say in a quieter tone. "Ttorps, how in the world did you get the lanruoj? I thought this was Reppid's."

"It is." He whispers, just in case anyone was lingering around and hearing our conversation. "But I stole it from Reppid's former headquarters."

"You did what?" I say shockingly. "Why did you steal it? Reppid is going to know that he's missing it!"

"I stole it, because I know it will help you!" He retaliates.

"How do you know it will-" I say, but Ttorps, cuts me off.

"I read your original speech that you didn't read to the town. You wanted to pick up where Llib, left off. In all fairness, I think you should have won, rather than the twins." He says to me, as he hands me the book. I look through it as he continues talking. "I already read through this book. It lists some beings and goofs, but I think the most important page you should read, is page eighty-four."

Looking at him with a puzzled expression, I reluctantly flip to the page he tells me to look at. Once I'm there, I read the title of the page, and I was shocked, yet confused.

"Revise Dead Demons." I studied the page as I read the topic aloud, before turning my attention back to Ttorps. "Why are you giving me this?"

"You need it in order to get your vengeance against Reppid. I know you still want it, since I heard you say:"I shall have my vengeance" as you walked off stage. You want your vengeance, and I'm pretty sure that both Llib and the other demon want vengeance on the Senip twins as well. You should team up with the demons, so that you can become successful." Ttorps says. Man, he's really serious about this.

"You sure this page can give me what I need?" I ask.

"Yes. You have the capability to work with the demon and succeed in your vengeance, Noedig. I know you can do it." Ttorps concludes.

I study the page, reading all the words three times in a row. It said that the person who chants the dead incantation in a wide open space, the demon(s) would come back to life, and have more power than before. I just wasn't sure if it meant both demons would come back to life, since they are dopple-gangers of one another. Ttorps, did have a point. I really wanted to get my vengeance still, but who knows? Maybe this book is just a duplicate. How does Ttorps know I was thinking about planning vengeance? How do I even know Ttorps means what he says?

After examining the page for some time, I begin to reply back to him. "I...I don't know. I mean, what are the odds that-" I begin to say, but as I look up from the book, Ttorps is gone. "What the? Ttorps? TTORPS?!"

Alone in the dead field, I think about what he says. I would never expect Ttorps, to help me out with finding a book. Page eighty-four in the lanruoj shows step by step how to revise a dead demon. I just had to make sure that Reppid never sees me with it. If he does, who knows what could happen. After thinking everything that happened between the competition last month, yesterday with my father, and very early this morning, I felt myself growing a smile on my face as I looked back down on page eighty-four.

Good boy Noedig, was no more...never to return towards the townsfolk of this dumb, old town. Boy, did I have some work to do.

"Welcome back to Sllaf Ytivarg, demon of mine."

And that's the first chapter! I'll probably repost the next chapter in 20 minutes tops, so just have patients. See ya (in a few minutes)!