The twins sat in the portal room, alone, joking about things, telling each other stories as they work on the machines. It was Stan's idea to teach the kids in case something happened to the three old men that could work it.

"-And then Wendy showed me to a pack of werewolves she befriended!" Mabel says excitedly from inside a machine, fixing it.

Dipper laughs as he programs a few shortcuts in the computer, "Yeah the local pack seems to adopt anybody sniffing within a three mile radius, I met them yesterday."

"Were you scaaared?" Mabel taunts with a giggle.

Dipper glares at her, "Yes, I thought they were going to bite me! Turns out it's too much responsibility to do that."

"Isn't the Mailman a werewolf?"

Dipper nods, "Yep, nice guy though."

"Y'know Mabel, it still bothers me that Gruncle Ford is telling us what to look for and how to fix certain pieces, and how to turn it on, but nothing about how it actually works," Dipper says as Mabel rolls out from the machine.

"There's a reason for that, Dipper!" Ford says as he walks past, stopping just outside the door.

Mabel runs up to the lever, "Let us know when Gruncle Ford!"

Ford nods, "We need to run several tests at max to catch any problems, open the portal and keep it open as long as you can!"

The twins nod as Dipper types in a few co-ordinates to a harmless place and Mabel tugs down the lever, effectively ripping a hole in space. Dipper's plate of toast is slightly shaking on the table, forgotten.

"Alright, Mabel, carefully feed more power into it," Ford commands over the noise from the doorway.

Mabel nods, grabbing another lever and slowly pushing it upwards, pouring more power into the gate. The noise gets louder and louder, even discharging some lightning.

"Dipper, change co-ordinates right-" Ford got interrupted as his nose is slammed into the doorframe by a clawed hand, the owner of the hand slams the door shut.

Dipper takes a step back into the console, "Wha?! How did you get in here?!"

A device is thrown at Dipper accompanied by a shotgun pointing to his head. The owner snarls at him, "Go to those co-ordinates, NOW!"

Dipper swallows the lump in his throat, looking at the device and typing in the co-ordinates. Dipper turns back, "Now what do you want, Reaper?"

Reaper suddenly wraps his right arm around Dipper's torso, aiming for Mabel when she ducks, his claws knocking off her headband. He quickly re-adjusts and grabs her, running down the long hallway like room to the portal's ramp. The noise of the portal is deafening as the twins struggle against Reaper.

Reaper tosses Mabel by the collar in first, Dipper struggles and cuts his arm on Reaper's arm guard. Dipper looses his hat as Reaper tosses him him. Reaper disappears.

Ford swings open the door, holding his broken nose, to the empty room.

Ford stands in horror at the scene, Dipper's toast butter side down on the floor, Mabel's pink headband on the floor, Dipper's hat on the ramp.

The portal surges, sending out a loud whining noise, Ford throwing himself to power down the portal. After lowering the power he stares at the glowing blue circle, the pain of his broken nose forgotten.

Stan charges through with a bat in hands, looking around frantically, "Where are the kids?!"

Ford points to the portal, "They're… they're in there, Stanley."

"Well lets go get them then!" Stan says as he walks towards the portal.

Ford runs up to him and starts to push him back, "No! The last time I did that I was in there for thirty years!"

Stan bristles, "What?! Look I understand your con – hot Belgian waffles, your nose!"

Ford winces and holds his nose, "Ow ow ow, yeah, Reaper appeared out of no where, didn't even hear or see him. He broke my nose on the door frame before slamming it shut. Stunned me for a solid minute."

"Crap, Reaper? As in Soldier's friend, that Reaper?"

Ford nods, "That one."

Stan growls, "Just what we need, more trouble from another reality."

"Yeah, although he kindly gave us two weeks before attacking," Ford agrees, trying to staunch the bleeding from his nose.

Stan throws his arms up, pacing in a small line, "Kindly my ass! I would've preferred it shorter!"

"Need I remind you Stanley that I am losing a lot of blood right now? Could we continue this later?" Ford asks, feeling a bit light-headed.

Stan immediately walks to Ford's side and helps him out of the room.

Soldier 76 is currently cleaning his heavy fusion gun wearing a red sweater with a gryphon orb on the front. He's in an abandoned warehouse located in a rather remote sea town with the meagre members of New Watch, as they called themselves. Really it's just the remains of his old team, only two people are actually new.

"Top of the morning, 76!" Lena says suddenly from behind him.

Soldier 76 jumps, startled as he juggles his visor, snapping it on before turning to her, panic in his voice, "Morning, Tracer, don't do that!"

Lena grins sheepishly, "Sorry sir!"

"Now that you've interrupted me, what is it?" the soldier asks.

"I know you said we'll just be hurt out there for being too young or something, but McCree and I decided it might be best we go with you on today's search. What's the point of coming all the way out here if you're just going to run off by yourself?" Lena asks.

Soldier 76 looks at Lena's choice of clothes, casual wear, jeans and a shirt, "Undercover or will you be getting changed?"

"Undercover, we are all kind of wanted right now," Lena says with a side ways glance.

Soldier 76 starts to walk towards the entrance, "Well I'm set, is McCree waiting?"

"He's waiting out by the front, wait, are you really going out like that?" Lena asks, catching up to him.

Soldier 76 looks at himself, sweater, very useful fanny pack, gloves and his visor, "Yes."

Lena shrugs, "Alright, suit yourself."

The pair meet up with McCree at the entrance, the cowboy tilting his hat in greeting when he sees Soldier's sweater. He holds back some laughter.

Soldier 76 raises an eyebrow, "What's so funny, McCree?"

"The sweater," McCree says as he struggles to not laugh.

Soldier 76 crosses his arms, "What's wrong with the sweater?"

"It is a bit ridiculous, where did you get it anyway?" Lena asks.

"Why does it matter?" Soldier 76 counters, getting defensive.

"I ain't never seen you wear it," McCree says, recovering from his gigglefest.

"Because I don't want to ruin it, now are you two coming?" Soldier 76 says as he walks away, rubbing the hem of his sweater.

Lena and McCree look at each other and shrug before jogging to catch up to him.

"I have a place in mind that's been bugging me, we'll go around town," Soldier 76 says as they walk down the worn path.

Lena pouts, "Can we go through town this time? I want to buy something."

Soldier 76 sighs, "Alright, we'll go through town."

McCree giggles again.

"McCree, shut up about the sweater," Soldier 76 sighs as the town gets into view.

"Think of it this way you two, the more normal we look the easier our time will be observing this lot," Lena says.

"By shopping?" Soldier asks as they enter the small sea town.

"That may be part of it, yes," Lena says.

McCree stifles another laugh and Soldier growls at him.

The twins are staring down the barrel of a sniper rifle with Reaper towering above them, seeming very proud of himself. They have no idea were they are, though it's not hard to guess it's Talon.

Dipper can't speak around his terror, suddenly he's reminded of Weirdmageddon. He can feel Mabel shivering next to him and that's somewhat helping.

"They know how to program a gate, I saw them doing it to theirs," Reaper says to a figure in the shadows.

"Will we be brainwashing them sir?" Widowmaker asks the figure, he rifle trained on the twins.

The figure laughs, "I don't think we have any need to do that, look at their terror."

The twins gulp, still shaking but hold Reaper with a rather steady gaze.