A/N: Oh my gosh, you guys, after a fierce battle with my inner self, I finally got to publish this! Whew! So, hope you like it, and please, please review. Let me know what you guys think! Made Me Realize is a tribute to Brad Breeck and his awesomeness. I know it is different with the opening theme and all, but man, it still sounds amazing!

Oh, and disclaimer : Gravity Falls does NOT belong to me; It belongs to the Man of Mystery himself, Alex Hirsch the Magnificent! Enjoy!


Prologue

"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."

-Albert Einstein

It was a strange landscape. Everything shimmered like a mirage, as though water was woven in air. It had the background of the universe: the whirling frenzy of stars and galaxies seemed to stretch out for ages. But all was gray, dark, dank. It was devoid of living beings, of life itself, as though afraid of what lives there. It was a desolate place, and he called it the Mindscape.

"Funny, how those two-eyed freaks see it like I do."

A strange, triangular, yellowish creature with one eye in a top hat was observing an image forming from infinite space,like pond having ripples on the water; the Mindscape seemed to be like a transparent bubble, watching, always seeing what anyone was doing.

"I always thought that we would have different perspectives. That reality for them is all about a boy and girl doing something with their lips, and all those disgusting creepiness. But then, that genius guy with the weird hairdo who is fond of sticking his tongue out had always been... if possible, odder than them..."

The creature cackled; it echoed eerily around the place. He was floating hazily while twirling a long cane, defying the laws of Physics itself, as the image suddenly cleared: it showed a man stepping out of what looked like a portal with a pulsating blue glow.

"Well, well," look who's back," he said, narrowing his eye. "Glasses, you do know how to surprise me."

He swept his free hand, and the image faltered for a few seconds, then garbling into flashes of the recent past.

"Who is the Author?"

It settled on a boy with brown hair wearing a cap that has the print of a pine tree in front and holding what looked like a journal. He was wearing an orange shirt matched with a blue vest. Bill eyed him pleasantly. "Pine tree," he said. "Of course, the solution. Pride always makes him blind. I think he wouldn't trust anyone now. But nah, he can be fixed."

The vision then changed to a girl with wavy hair, the same shade of brown with the boy; in fact, it looked like they are twins. She was staring at a newspaper clipping, shocked.

"Stan Pines is dead?'

"Shooting Star, however, can get in the way," he said quietly. "But she will be taken cared of."

The images suddenly came in a fast blur, making it impossible to distinguish anything but swirls of color. But the voices were loud, like echoes from a long distant tunnel.

"And I should trust you why? After you stole radioactive wastes? After you lied to us all summer? I don't even know who you are!"

"Mabel,don't-"

"This thing could destroy the whole universe-!"

"-Trust you-"

"Big things are coming!

The flashes suddenly stopped, fading into nothingness, the last shout still bouncing around the place.

There was silence.

"Well," Bill finally said, stretching. "Time to get the party started."

He laughed: it was cold, high-pitched and cruel.

"And I'd ask if Star-eye would want to join me," he mused, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Who wouldn't want a deal with a powerful dream demon like me, after all?"

His aura changed to a fiery shade of red. He suddenly seemed a million times more terrible than he already was.

"AND NO ONE IS GONNA STOP ME!" He thundered. The awful scream seemed to be shattering the universe itself.

He clicked his fingers, and then he was gone.

He knows that he is right. They would have to face his wrath, his power.

And they can't do anything about it. The end times... has begun.


A/N: I THINK ALBERT EINSTEIN IS FABULOUS, SO DON'T MAKE FUN OF HIM, YOU ISOSCELES CREEP! Yeesh, Bill is soo full of himself. ;-)