"You do realize this plan was doomed from the start, no?" Bubua pointed out from where she sat in her chair. The pink puffball sitting across from her rolled his sapphire eyes.

"Relax, Bubua-poy. Kirby-poy's got this all under control. Besides, Sutara-poy's here to help as well!" The child pointed out, waving a paw. The trio had been 'summoned', as it could be called, by some outstanding amount of…craziness, yes, craziness.

The light blue female puffball let out a whine. "Kaabii, you ALWAYS say that! And I'm certain that I speak for all of us when we know how dangerous this is gonna be! Why'd you bring me along?" She added, her large feathered wings twitching. Her tail of bubbles swished slightly as she stood up on the chair. "I HATE missions, Kaabii! You KNOW that!" She insisted in her usual squeaky voice, frowning.

Bubua wasn't allowed to say anything else as somebody else walked into the dimly lit room-the lime green puffball known as Stellar. "Relax, the both of you, poyo. I'm not about to let either of you be hurt, poyo. If what I've heard is correct, poyo, it should be a simple check in mission, poyo." She stated, waving her paws in the air, rocking on her orange feet as the yellow star mark on her forehead and tip of her cat tail flashed. "Would I ever lie to you and Hoshi-poy?"

The Bubble Poyoan shook her head. "No…" She had to admit, Stellar was really good with coming up with plans. To boot, she even was normally right. She wouldn't admit to the other ALWAYS being right, because there was always a first time for everything. 'Like gigantic evil rock-shaped demons with banana swords', Bubua remembered saying that once. She said a lot of weird things, but she was pretty certain that it could happen-any of the crazy things she said could happen.

Stellar gave a nod of her head. "Good. Now, we should be at the planet soon, poyo. Ya'll should get some sleep, poyo-I'll watch the system's and make sure nothing goes wrong with them, poyo." Stellar insisted, offering the worrisome light blue puffball a smile. "Don't worry, Bubua-poy."

"I'm not worried. I'm PETRIFIED." The girl replied, frowning. Kirby looked at the both of them, shrugged, before walking out of the room on his red feet, sapphire eyes glowing. "You KNOW I'm scared of everything and everyone!" She paused for a few moments to let out a gasp. "WHAT IF THIS IS THE PLACE THE EVIL ROCK SHAPED DEMONS WITH BANANA SWORDS COME FROM?!" She screeched, covering her head with her paws and hugging herself with her wings.

She heard Stellar give a sigh, looking up when she felt the other resting a paw on her wing. "Calm down, Bubua-poy. Nothing's gonna hurt you. If they do, poyo, I'll introduce them to my Star Cane, poyo." Bubua couldn't help but smile afterwords. "Now come on. I'll watch the systems, poyo-you need to sleep. I highly doubt you'll be sleeping a lot once we get there, poyo, so you need to go ahead and sleep as much as ya can, poyo."

Bubua let out a sigh. "Your right-as usual. I'm goin', I'm goin'." Bubua insisted, walking out of the 'living room' as the Poyoans had dubbed it, walking down a hallway to her room. With a sigh she flopped on her bed.

She deeply hoped she wouldn't regret letting Kirby drag her along.

(Skip)

It was the second day of Weirdmageden. It was still as crazy as it had been the first day, or perhaps even more. Dipper's mind was still a whirlwind as he continued running. He wasn't sure if the Goblin monster and that walking set of Teeth were still after him, but he wasn't about to take any chances.

He debated on heading back to the Shack to rest, although he had his doubts if going back there was even a possibility. Perhaps the monsters Bill had created had already gone and destroyed it? But there was always the slim chance it was still standing-after all, they had the Unicorn Hair, and if it could keep Bill out, he was fairly certain it could keep other monsters out as well.

Either way he'd still be moving, and if he went back, there would possibly be a chance of getting food and supplies. With a sigh as his mind was made up, he turned and made his way through the some-what familiar forests. Nothing was familiar anymore.

Or that's what the male twin had thought until he saw the Shack, still in fairly good condition. There was still remains of the other things that had happened to it over the summer, but it didn't matter. The point was the place was still there, and it was shelter, and he could finally just stop running.

After he came inside, he let out a sigh of relief. Everything was in it's place, like it had been before all of this had started-before Ford's offer of being his apprentice, before Mabel ran out crying, before they had left to try to stop Bill, before Ford had been frozen in gold…he gave a shake of his head as he walked into the kitchen. He'd been running for two days-no doubt he'd be slightly hungry.

Dipper slowly opened the door, mildly surprised that everything was still there. Well, if nothing else was moved, he'd figured that at least someone had taken the food in an attempt to save themselves. Or maybe if anyone came along they figured the place had already been looted.

That gave him an idea. Didn't Ford have a supply of weapons down-stairs? Perhaps there was food there, too. There wasn't that much food in the fridge-about enough to last him a few days…if he rationed correctly. He was starving, so he wouldn't put it past himself at the moment to slightly over-eat.

But if there was weapons down-stairs, he could possibly use them to his defense. He could go out there and try to help the people that were also trying to survive-and find Mabel, he added quickly. He was still worried. Where had she gone? After all, Bill had obviously gotten to her first-that was evident by everything going on right now. But that didn't mean she was gone. He wasn't about to let himself accept it if it were true, anyways.

He glanced out the nearest window from where he had originally been pacing in the living room. Heh, he hadn't even realized he'd been doing it. The sky was red as usual-wait, what was that? It looked like a small silver disk, but it shot overhead. Needless to say, Dipper was curious over what it was. It came from the sky above the Fearamid-as it was apparently called-so it couldn't be something that Bill made. It also came from an area away from the Rift, so it wasn't from the Dream Demon's home, either. Against his better judgement, the twin bolted downstairs. Thankfully he found a gun that would probably take him a while to figure out, but there would be plenty of time to figure out how to use it. Maybe they were aliens. Maybe they were like the Time Police-except they regulated insanity or something. Thank goodness if it was a mix of the former and latter, he thought as he bolted back upstairs and bolting out the front door. Maybe he could get some help in this craziness.

He sure hoped he wouldn't regret chasing the ship through the forest.