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Dipper Pines angrily chewed on his pen, looking into the third journal. Two others, each with a six fingered hand sat next to him illuminated by the warm summer light.

He didn't know what exactly he was looking for. He had read the three books at least five times over, even read all the tiny, white notes under the blacklight. He hadn't even slept in three days. He laid the book down and sighed, closing his eyes.

He was avoiding them, and he knew it.

He wondered why a certain six fingered man hadn't come barreling through here, eyes blazing with anger, yelling at Dipper about stealing the journals. Maybe it was a way to make up for the fiasco that happened…was it a week ago? Dipper wasn't sure rubbing his temples with a deep sigh.

Things haven't been exactly great for the Pines family lately. Well, in Dippers opinion anyway.

Grunkle Stan was absolutely ecstatic about his brother coming back, even if Grandpa Stanley wasn't exactly happy about it.

If they're even your family, a small voice said in his head. He grumbled, pushing the thought away.

And Mabel? Well, despite being excited at making new grandpa-related sweaters, wasn't too happy either. Probably because Dipper had been avoiding her.

She hasn't even come up to try and talk to him today. She has almost every day, trying to get her to talk to him, apologizing over and over, confused at what she did, you should be happy dipper we finally know who the author is, we can solve the mystery of gravity falls, we can do it together, c'mon dipper please talk to me

"She wouldn't understand," Dipper whispered under his breath. No could possibly understand.

Mabel didn't seem to realize it, but she betrayed Dipper. Betrayed his trust. All for a guy he still didn't even know if he was who he said he was.

And because of that, he couldn't even trust the author.

Dipper threw the book angrily against the wall, making a loud thud as it hit the floor.

Great. Mabel would probably have to come upstairs now, just to see what the commotion was.

He looked over and the now broken stained glass window. Warm sunlight shone through, making the room red and golden in broken, jagged pieces.

He wondered why Stan hadn't fixed it yet. Was it because of the triangle that had used to sit right in the middle? Probably.

Why was he in this room anyway? It didn't exactly hold super great memories. Especially since that's where he made a deal with-

"Hey Pine Tree!" he heard a high pitched voice come found behind as the world suddenly lost its color.

Oh please no.

There went another book. "Whoa kid!" the triangle said as he dodged it. "don't get so excited, I haven't even said anything yet!"

"Get out of my head and leave me alone!" Dipper yelled, giving Bill what he hoped was a death glare.

"Sorry kid, but that face isn't gonna scare me! Besides, it looked like you needed some company!" Bill leaned back, studying his hands. Does a triangle even have fingernails?

Dipper sat back down, defeated. "That wasn't the only reason you came here is it?"

"Bingo, kiddo! I'm here to, lets say, add a little things to our previous contract."

"Previous contract?" dipper asked, confused.

"Geez kid, do you have that bad of a memory?" Bill leaned closer to Dipper, tipping his hat. "The little 'deal' we made?"

"But I got you out of my body!"

"Sorry kid, but just cause you got me out of your stinky little meatsack doesn't mean jack! Besides, if I remember correctly, it was your sister not you who got me out"

Dipper frowned and crossed his arms looking at the ground. The stupid demon was right with that one.

"You gotta break a deal in order to void it! That's demon dealing 101! You really are stupid kiddo."

"Fine, then I break the deal!" Dipper said in a huff.

"Don't you even wanna hear the extra little terms I have? I swear it'll be really interesting."

"No, now get out"

"C'mon Pine Tree, don't be a spoil sport!" Dipper swore he saw a little twinge of red spark throughout the triangle's body. He was making him frustrated, and Dipper liked it.

But, being the prying little twelve-year-old he was, he wanted to know.

"Fine, but make it quick" Dipper said eyeing the door. Mabel could be here any minute now, and he didn't want her to see his unconscious body in whatever embarrassing position it was in now.

"I will, I will I promise. Also, you're face first into the wood floor right now, if you were curious."

Dipper rolled his eyes. Great.

"So, you know how I said I could give you the secrets of the universe and all that? Well, I wasn't kidding."

"What?" Dipper said. He had completely forgot about that. He had just assumed his part of the deal was null and void since the laptop was destroyed in the process, but if not then that means..

"Exactly kid! I haven't given up my part of deal yet!" Bill said excitedly. "I could even give you more than that, if you follow some extra terms."

More? What could possibly be more than ultimate knowledge?

"Like what?" Dipper said, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Power, kid" Bill said, his one eye staring down at Dipper hungrily.

Power?

Dipper put his hand on his chin in thought. Power. To do what exactly? It would be nice to have it he supposed, along with ultimate knowledge. He could whatever he wanted with that. He could probably do what Bill does and manipulate dreams and stuff.

He could protect people he cared about.

He could even sock Stan in the nose and make it really hurt.

"What's the catch?" Dipper asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Hoo, now you're getting smart!" Bill said fanning himself, "gets me all excited just thinking about it."

"Just get on with it Bill," Dipper grumbled.

"Fine. You'd be mine, mind and soul. I mean, I technically already have your vessel, it would just be two tiny extra things."

"What do you mean by that exactly?"

"Annd now he's stupid again. Gosh, Pine Tree I had such high hopes." Bill shook his body from side to side as if he was shaking his head in disapproval.

"It means what it means. You'd be mine. You'd follow all of my orders and do them without question."

"How long would I do this?"

"If you're a good kid and I make you immortal, for eternity. Or until you die, whichever comes first."

Dipper continued to sit on the cushions of the windowsill, deep in thought.

Ultimate knowledge and power but he'd be under Bills foot forever.

It can't be too bad for what he's getting right?

Dipper shook his head, almost wanting to slap himself. How could he be possibly be considering this? If he joined Bill he would be like…a villain! He has to protect Gravity Falls from him, he has to be the hero, he has to protect his….

"Family?" Bill asked, edging himself closer to Dipper. "From what I've seen for the past few weeks, you don't got much of a family kid."

Dipper looked up at the demon in anger. "Shut up."

"But it's true though! You're not even sure if those two old geezers are even your family! And your sister well, she chose them over you!"

Dipper winced. Ouch. He hated the thought but…he's been thinking the same for a long time.

"Trust me kid, this deal is probably one of the best I've ever offered. And I've offered some good ones." The demon offered his hand, it suddenly alighting in blue flame.

"So, Dipper Pines, are we going to do this or not?"

Dipper looked at the burning hand, shocked at hearing his own name coming from the demon. Dipper looked at the door. Mabel had probably burst through the door by now, and saw him in that stupid position.

Mabel…

White hot anger started to form in Dipper's chest. Why? Why did Mabel choose Stan over him? Dipper, her brother, the guy who did everything for her, the guy who sacrificed so much for her? Why did she have to be better at almost everything than him? And why had she been right about the portal open?

Well its finally time for Dipper Pines to have his day.

"Fine" Dipper said, shaking the demons hand in the attic for the second time.

Mabel Pines looked up from her next sweater project when she heard a loud thump coming from upstairs. She threw the sweater quickly onto Stan's face, who was sound asleep on the couch. He didn't seem to notice.

She hurried up the stairs, worry mauling her stomach. That came from the attic. Is Dipper-

She stopped midway up the stairs, looking at the darkened upper floor above her.

Why should she be even trying? It's been a week.

And Dipper still isn't talking to her.

With a deep sigh she sat down on the step and put her head in her hands. How did things get so messed up?

First minute you're throwing a water balloon at your brother's face and the next he shuts himself up in the attic refusing to talk to you.

Even worse, she didn't even know what she did wrong.

Tears started to sting her eyes and she forced to push them back. No. No crying. You've had enough crying for the day.

She slapped her cheeks, a new determination washed over her. She was gonna MAKE Dipper talk to her, whether he liked it or not. She'll even punch him if she has to.

Suddenly a loud rumble came from below and everything started to float upwards.

As Mabel clutched the rail for dear life she looked to the living room.

"Grunkle Stan, the portal! It's—"

Anti-gravity stopped as soon as it started and Mabel slammed on the ground with a hard thud.

What was that? The portal should be broken, it can't open anymore-

She heard the loud thud of combat boots as Stanley practically leaped down the stairs. Mabel quickly got up and followed him.

Please Please let Dipper be okay Mabel thought, going into a panic.

What if he got crushed? Or broke his leg? Why isn't he running to the vending machine and crashing into the portal room like everyone else is right now?

Where is Dipper?

Mabel was the first to get into the portal room. Everything seemed the same as when they all left it. Rubble was strewn everywhere. The portal entrance stood, lopsided and empty, just like it has been for a whole week.

But there was something near the edge of it.

And it was on fire.

Blue flame licked around the item, not even leaving so much as a burn mark. Mabel edged closer to it her stomach dropping.

She could just make out the blue pine tree on the trucker hat through the flames.