Hey guys! It's me again!

Now, before you ask...

THIS IS PART TWO OF A SERIES!

PLEASE read "A Pinch Of Sugar" if you haven't already, then come back here!

Anyway, this is a shorter chapter because it's kinda just an intro.

So no fluff of mysterious stuff, just a little info needed for the story!

Enjoy! ;D

-Fly

The summer was gone before they could discover any more.

The sun slipped through their fingers, and the leaves were already dying.

Twins Mabel and Dipper Pines had lived there all summer, and they had to be dragged into the bus. Their leaving date had haunted them, both still in search of something.

Dipper still didn't know who the author of the journals was, and their missing memories were never revovered.

Mabel, on the other hand, was devastated she was still single. Her desperate attempts to get a date had led her to a 'blind dating' obsession, and those never ended well.

Too often they had encountered creatures in disguise.

Dipper flipped through his journal, cringing as the bus ran over a particularly high speed bump. He bounced off the seat, which annoyed him greatly. As usual, his sister was trying to stay positive.

"Whee! Whee! Again!" She laughed, holding Waddles to her chest.

Waddles was their pig. Mabel had won him in a fair booth, and she treated him more like a person than a pet. Don't believe me? Their matching sweaters and their strangely similar diets should be enough evidence.

"Mabel, would you stop that?" He groaned, nose still buried in the journal. "I'm trying to decode a cipher, here-" They both shuddered at the word. "Ack, sorry."

Bill Cipher had been a nuisance, constantly popping up at the least opportune time. Examples include bathroom breaks, talking to Wendy, (or, in Mabel's case, any guy she didn't already know) and cleaning the shack. They were trying to forget he ever existed, because both knew if they forgot, it'd be hard for him to see them again.

He was pretty limited to the mindscape... Unless he possessed you. Four tiny scars on Dipper's arm was a small reminder he tried desperately to ignore. Forks could be more dangerous than knives when it came to a demonic dorito.

By the time they returned home, Mabel was fast asleep. Dipper tried desperately to stay awake, shaking his sister and getting up. His back ached like crazy.

The twins exited the bus, journal, pig and suitcases in hand. They were nervous, and a little sad- The postcard they'd received earlier that summer was now running through their minds. Despite their emotional state, they knew they had to get home.

When they knocked on the door, an old lady answered. Not just any old lady, but their babysitter, .

"Oh, hello there dears!" She ushered them inside, laughing at their surprise. "Oh no, you weren't gone that long! I'm not your mother, I'm !" She helped them unpack, neither of them saying a word.

"Why are you here?" Mabel was the first to speak up. "Why didn't Mom and Dad welcome us, and how come they're not home?" Tears lined her already tired eyes.

opened her mouth to respond, but quickly shut it.

"They're still on vacation, aren't they." Dipper muttered. "Go figure. We should've known better- They send us one postcard, and we expect a single hug? Too much to ask for." A hint of sarcasm punctuated his tone.

Mabel supressed a smile. "Yeah. I mean, look at us. Forced off to summer camp, fed 'food', if you can call it that, and all of this with a smile on our face? Wow, I'm surprised they haven't disowned us." Her sarcasm was not suddle whatsoever.

shifted uncomfortably. "Oh, come on now! They'll be back in a month!" Her cheerful comment had the opposite effect on them.

"Oh, only a month?" Dipper said, sighing in mock relief. "Oh boy, only another thirty days until we can see our 'loving' parents again, hmm Mabel?" His face was hot with anger.

"Oh yeah, just another seven hundred twenty hours!" She said, furious. "EASY." She spat, exiting the room with her brother.

left after a month, saying their parents would return in a few hours.

Well, hours became days.

Days became weeks.

became a parent.

-=[TIME SKIP]=-

Years passed, and each summer they returned to Gravity Falls.

Mabel found a 'dream boy' every summer- and lost him after she left. He'd send her a break up text, or she'd find out he was just another bunch of gnomes.

Dipper was stuck. He'd never been so stuck, but there were no more clues.

And so, their time was consumed by their endless tasks.

Their first year had been most exciting.

At the age of thirteen, however... Not so much.

Fourteen got better, if only slightly.

Fifteen? Too many awkward games at parties. Surviving Wendy's eighteenth birthday took a lot of bravery- The closet was worse than the multibear cave. He'd never forget the day he was forced to kiss Thompson.

Ew.

Sixteen was a blast- only considering the fact there were sixteen. No mysteries, but a lot of cute boys for Mabel.

Seventeen was the worst year yet. Their lack of internet was now painful, and all they wanted to do those days was go on their phones and/or computers.

Eighteen. Well, almost. Their birthday was in June- and they usually celebrated before they went to Gravity Falls. Not this year, though.

Mabel wanted party with Grenda and Candy- And Pacifica and Wendy and Nate and Thompson and Lee and Tambry and Robbie and- Let me stop there. Let's just say the shack would be packed.

Eighteen. Wow.

Six years.

-=[TIME SKIP]=-

Bill was ecstatic. He'd been charging his human body- last time, he cut it too close. He was a day away from it crumbling away.

"Show time" He announced, possessing the vessel. "Whoa, w-YEAH! THAT'S BETTER!" His excitement was obvious, the feeling of his own human body overwhelming him. With a snap of his fingers, he was back in his old house from six years ago. Any memories of the old 'manager' (who was really just a ghost the demon had hired to work there) were now replaced with him- As if nothing had ever happened.

A bus rolled down the sunny street. Despite his one eye, his vision was sharp enough to catch the identical faces of the Pines twins in the window. A genuine smile played across his lips. Not a monstrous, manipulative one, or an evil, cruel one- Just pure happiness at the thought of seeing Pine Tree again.

Mixed with some... Questionable ideas for what they could do.

"Welcome back to Gravity Falls." He sang, opening up shop.

You'll be happy to know I'm going to update this twice more before Monday rolls around again- Probably tomorrow, and one of the weekend days.

Hopefully you'll like this part! :D

Huge thanks to all you guys, whether you're new to this fic or you've come from the first part!

See you all soon. ;)

-Fly