Alright, this is my first Fanfiction, so I might be doing everything wrong. But cut me some slack. I don't know how this works. Also I based this on a comic made by Blakmata. So if you find it, know that it was the chicken and the egg and I'm just the meat filled omelet.

I don't own anything except Buff.

Marco was acting strange. His whole class had noticed. He shut open lockers, fixed broken tiles, and swept up broken glass as often as he usually did. But his look seemed to stare into another world.

Marco was living on autopilot. He prevented many accidents, ate food, went to class as he always did, came home, and completed a science project about life beyond the stars (although no one believed him). He was always thinking about his star: Star Butterfly.

Four months ago Star had left for her dimension, and Marco wasn't taking it well. His locker was full of normal school books and backpack, but he had one picture in his locker that he brought to school everyday. A picture of Star; Smiling, but nothing more.

At first no one noticed him, but soon it started to affect his school work.

"Marco," asked the teacher, "what is the correct answer."

"C," Marco responded without taking his eyes off the picture of Star hidden behind his book..

"Incorrect," the teacher stated. The sniggers pulled Marco out of his haze and he looked at the white board.

Choice A: a triangle. Choice B: a rectangle. Choice C: a circle. Question: "Which one is a triangle?"

Marco gulped his slip-up. He saw the laughing fits hiding behind hands; their coughing was obviously not because people were sick.

Still off balance from the surprise question, he headed out when the bell rang and headed for his next class. At least I'm going to computer class, he thought, I won't have to worry about any questions.

He simply had to retype a paragraph that was projected onto the board. As the fastest typist in the class, so he was done before anyone else was. With nothing better to do, he checked his e-mail.

Usually nothing was new with his inbox, but this time he was surprised to find a new message. He popped open the message and read the content.

Dear Beauty Mark,

I have noticed that you have a problem. You are missing someone. Enough to mess with your ordinary life. You're starting to mistake a circle for a triangle, which frankly I find insulting. I can help. But I don't think that it's right to communicate by internet. I'll come around your house tonight.

Billᐃ

At the bottom there was an emoji of a man with his head spinning around, which fit how Marco felt. "Really," Marco thought, "someone who knew of Star, other dimensions, and how to get me there." He couldn't let this opportunity pass.

When Marco got home he spent the next few hours having a staring contest with the door; he stared at the door until his mom called him into the other room. After that, while waiting in the living room, the "Beauty Mark" ran to the door each time he heard the smallest of noises. But no one came. Marco started to wonder if someone was pranking him.

Finally, Marco heard the door open and someone enter. He sprinted over to the door only to find that it was his dad back from work. Defeated, he walked up the stairs to his room.

Marco flopped on his bed and looked at the picture of Star in his hand. He missed her more than anything. There was a knock on his door. He walked over and opened it, but saw no one there.

Marco closed the door, turned around, and saw that his whole room had turned grey. But there was more. In the middle of his room standing, no floating in the middle of his room was a yellow pyramid with a bowtie and five foot high/long top hat. It had stick-like feet crossed and his hands were lit with floating blue balls of fire. There was a cane floating next to him that was yellow. There was an eye in the middle of his body with huge eyelashes, which opened after a second.

"Well, well, well Beauty Mark," said a metallic voice that bounced throughout the room. "I have been waiting in here for hours. Almost thought you weren't coming."

"Who are you?" Marco asked.

"My name's Bill Cipher," the metallic voice. The triangle man's blinks were in sync with the words.

Marco noted that each time the voice sounded the triangle blinked. "Is the triangle guy talking?" he thought.

"And you're- what? A living sock puppet?" The issocolies creature laughed at his own joke. "Just kidding! Now, you want your friend back."

"How'd you find that out?" Marco demanded.

"I know stuff. I watch. I listen. You need your friend I need something else. It'll work out perfectly. You could learn to work with me. And you do want her back don't you?"

"That's all you need you need to know, Beauty Mark," the Illuminati look-alike said. "It's even easier than it sounds." Marco looked at his new friend skeptically (if he could could call him a friend).

"Trust me! With my infinite knowledge and your lost friend's wand, we'll be unstoppable. But first you need to get those journals. In return, I'll let you use those Pine's portal to other dimensions."

Marco wasn't buying it. "You're telling me that there's a portal in Oregon that can bring her back?"

"Of course, Beauty Mark."

Still unconvinced, Marco continued "Where's the catch?"

"The catch," said Bill seeming to smile, "is that your friend will be lost through dimensions forever. Unless, you save her."

Marco stared at the picture of one the most beautiful girls in the world (or out of it?). He felt like he hadn't seen her in a hundred years. He remembered the moments he'd give anything to see her again, but now when someone was here offering a chance to find her, part of him was saying no.

The little Illuminati Rip-Off floated over to him. "So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

Marco repeated the deal as he stretched out his hand. "I get the journals. You find me. I give you the journals…"

"And I'll do what you want," finished the yellow triangle, holding out his hand, which promptly burst into a blue fire. Marco cautiously shook the hand, and for a moment his hand was painlessly ablaze.

Star Butterfly's life was boring. "Go save those dying townspeople. Go close that portal that's randomly spawning monsters. Go to that neighboring town to receive your medal for saving dying townspeople and closing that portal that was randomly spawning monsters," she mimicked as she trudged through the dense forest to her next destination.

"I miss riding unicorns. she thought "I miss nachos. I miss… Marco." There was a name she hadn't thought of in a long time. Marco had been who she had stayed with at her time in the Earth dimension. Their time together had been great.

She broke through the thick foliage. She came to her final destination and walked over to the prince of the dimension who had sent a summons for her.

"Prince Buff?" Star asked the boy who was tall, handsome, muscular, blonde boy who was limping towards her with orange toes and a flowing cape.

The boy turned, looked at Star, and smiled. "Ah, Star it's good to see you," beamed the young prince. "I wish I could greet you on better circumstances, We seem to have a crisis."

"What bad circumstances," piped Star excitedly. "I think this place is great! Besides, I work best under bad circumstances. Invasion, war, something unexplainable!?"

"I'm going to go with the last of the those," Prince Buff suggested. "Take a look."

Star's jaw dropped as saw what the friendly prince was talking about. In front of her she saw a portal in a portal in a portal. "W-what is this," she finally stammered out.

"I have no clue," Buff confided. "That's why I called you."

Star looked at the portal. It was triangularly shaped and transparent, which wasn't normal. Star put on a brave face, even though she was scared. This was something she didn't know how to punch, kick, or give kittens to fix.

Standing up a bit straighter, she asked her new friend, "What do we do? What is it?"

The prince glanced at the sheets of paper in his hand. "It seems," he mused, "you can't shut it because it's in a triangle pattern. It's ripping a hole through space and will ultimately connect every single dimension. The next ones are Mewni, Earth, and that weird frog dimension. In that order."

Star struggled to take it all in. It was slowly going to connect her back to Earth. Where Marco was. An image flashed into her mind of a teenager in a red hoodie. She sighed at the thought of him. "That's strange," she thought.

Pulling herself back to reality, she took another look at the portals. Triangle. She slapped her hand into her forehead.

"What was that," asked Buff.

"Something I learned on earth," she answered. It was staring her in the face the whole time. "Buff," she said, "do you want to go on an adventure!?"

Buff raised an eyebrow at her.

Well, that's the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Please R&R.