/WARNING SOME VIOLENCE AND GRAVITY FALLS FINALE SPOILERS AHEAD YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED/

It's over. They won. Despite these universal truths pounding in his ears, Bill continued to scream his throat raw, clawing at the flame covered walls of Stan's mind. His fists were pounding, causing himself to catch fire, his body flashing a multiple of angry, red shades, the painless, blue flames erasing his very existence. The humanized demon screeched in frustration at the loss of his hands, slamming his forehead against the wall with a sickening crack, breaking skin and bone. Stan watched in disgust as blood poured down the demon's face, dripping into his eyes and down his chin, his injury a deep purple on the pale skin of his head, a bruise instantly forming. As they both burned out of existence, the elderly man watched the demon crumple to his knees, howling curses at every deity known, thrashing against the flames swallowing them. The last thing Stan would ever remember is Bill sobbing, the violent red turning a deep, depressing blue.

"Stanley!" "Gruncle Stan!" The voices were distant, horribly muffled and distorted to Bill's ears, but nevertheless he heard them. Gasping as if he'd never breathed before, the dream demon sat up, looking around with wild eyes, taking in deep breaths. It was dark; the first thing he noticed. Next was that he didn't know where he was, feeling as if he was suspended in space, engulfed in a suffocating black blanket. At the end of the room- if it was even a room, more like a seemingly endless hallway- there was a door, a way out. Jumping up, the confused man ran for the door, tripping a few times, now noticing his right eye wasn't functioning. It was dead, just as he felt moments ago.

He was trembling by time he got to the door, terrified of what he would find beyond, though it seemed like the better option to advance. Steeling his nerves, he twisted the door knob and stepped into a twisting hallway filled with variations of doors and the laughter of children. Everything was a mess, colors and sounds mixing and bouncing off each other; it was making him sick, absolutely nauseous with a pounding in his head. Half of his empty mind was telling him to go back into the room, stay hidden and just rot away, while the other half wanted him to find out where he was, who he was, and how to get out. Running a hand through his pale blue hair, not noticing the blood he was smearing, the dream demon began walking, peaking into the rooms he passed.

Inside some where children, a boy and a girl, twins perhaps, with matching brown hair and eyes. The poor girls mouth was infested with ungodly hideous metal, though it didn't look terrible on her, while the boy beside her didn't seem to know how colors worked. They laughed and smiled, wide and innocent, calling after someone; it was unclear in their excitement, the words jumbled together. Moving along, there was a man, with cracked glasses and a lab coat, a warm looking sweater underneath. This person he recognized instantly; Stanford Pines. Though their relation was unknown, the demon knew he must find him, Ford could tell him who he was! Gathering some other bits of information from various rooms on his way out, the laughing children from before had shaped up to be monsters; they terrorized mythical creatures, disturbed natural order, and destroyed a demon, something no normal child should be able to accomplish, let alone be allowed to do. A full body shudder of fear ran through him from bloodied hair to slick black shoes, tears pressing to his good eye. What if the children tried to kill him before he reached Ford, or worse yet, wouldn't let him see him?

Upon finding the exit located in a secluded portion of the space he was in, the demon took one last glance around trying to gather any last idea of where he was, picking the unknown over the unnatural space, he stepped through the doorway. He woke up again in the middle of the forest, a small clearing closed in with towering pine trees, though it felt completely natural to be there, staring up at the cloudless, blue sky, everything seeming to hold it's breath at his presence, either in awe or fear. Slowly, the man got up, brushing himself off. He noticed he was dressed rather formally, and in a lot of blue, though his clothes seemed to be a bit burned, and covered in a dark liquid. His head throbbed, as if trying to remember what was the cause for his appearance, and he let out a pained cry, feeling like his head was splitting in half. He crumpled to his knees, clutching his head and letting out wails and screeches to express his uncontrolled pain. Sobbing for what felt like hours, he waited for the splitting pain to subside before shakily standing up and beginning his journey out of the forest, letting his feet carry him where they knew to go, even if the destination was unclear to himself and he tripped every few steps.

Fatigued from his walk and the events prior, the demon stumbled into the Mystery Shack-which oddly lacked people-the twins instantly taking in his dishevelled state and looking upon him with startled recognition, as if they had just seen him yesterday. The boy wasted no time darting out of the room, shoes skidding against the floor, calling for his great uncles, while the girl, sympathetic of his appearance and tears, watched as he fell to his knees, sobbing hysterically for no given reason. He was scared, utterly terrified of the children he encountered first, only wanting to see the familiar face of the man he didn't know anything about. The tears flowed down his face and dripped onto the floor, his breathing becoming ragged as the two elderly men burst into the room followed by the boy. Stan was ready to punch the demon again, only being held back by his brother's stern look and shake of his head. Approaching the crying mass on the floor, Ford kneeled down in front of him, not expecting the demon to immediately look up and latch onto him, burying his face into the older man's chest.

"Bi-?" Ford didn't get to finish his question, or even the demon's name, before an unfamiliar shaky voice cut him off, spatting out questions that had everyone in the room ceasing movement and watching with either suspicion or sympathy.

"F-Ford! Ford! W-where am I? Who a-are these people?" He took a breath, the breath shallow and doing nothing to calm him, his eye darting around the room and over the faces of the humans present.

"Who am I?"