Dipper woke up. He had dream, a terrible one. Bill. He probably caused it. Geez. He looked at his watch. 06:30 AM. He could watch some tv, he couldn't sleep anymore after all, scared to fall back in that nightmare... He got out of bed, wrapped his blanket around him, walked to the door and openend it. Mabel must have heard that, because Dipper heard a soft 'Dipper?'.

'Yeah?'

'Where are you going bro bro?' Mabel asked.

'I'm gonna watch some tv, because I can't sleep.'

'Can I come too?'

'Yeah, sure. But take your own blanket, cause you ain't gonna get mine.'

One minute later the twins sat on the ground in the living room, watching tv. Grunkle Stancame downstairs. 'Can't sleep too?' he asked. The twins nodded. Stan sat down at his chair. 'I'm joining.'

The news came on.

'A sock puppet show here, in Gravity Falls, was a catastrophe. The entire theater hall burned down.' Dipper and Mabel gasped.

'That was my Sock Opera...' Mabel whispered.

'Shh, they're continuing!' Dipper hissed.

'One of the people made a video about all of this. Next you'll see is the video.'

Dipper and Mabel froze. They saw a a prop cake falling down. Next Bipper and Mabel rolled out, fighting about the book. A minute later Bipper fell down and Bill got out of the body. But then Dipper's sock puppet started talking, Bill. "HEHEHEHE! THIS ISN'T THE LAST YOU'LL HERE OF ME. BIG THINGS ARE COMMING. YOU CAN'T STOP ME!" Next was the explosian, then the screen turned black. The reporter came back on the screen.

'As you can see, the puppet was moving. What was it? Who said you can't stope me? What is comming? And also, was that boy possesd? Look at his eyes.' A picture of Bippers face came on the screen.

'These eyes aren't normal. Was it all fake? Or do demons and ghost exicist? Next in-' Dipper turned the tv off.

'No no no... If they find out...'

'Relax bro bro, it's gonna be fine.'

'No, it's not! If people find that things like Bill excist... The world couldn't handle that. People will turn crazy!'

Mabel turned around to Stan, wanted to say something, but then heald her breath. Stan was crying.

'Grunkle Stan...' Mabel whispered.

Stan stood up and walked away.

Later on that day.

Dipper sat on his bed, reading the journal, searching for answers. Mabel was knitting. Nobody had seen Stan since the morning. The bell ringed. Mabel stopped knitting, walked downstairs and opened the door. Journalists, and lots of them. Mabel quick closed the door and leaned against it. She sighed.

'Yeah, this is gonna cause some trouble, eh?'

Mabel held her breath. She knew that voice. The one who caused all this.

'Bill.'

'Oh Shooting Star, you don't know how funny this is for me.'

Mabel look up, right in the eye of the fancy triangle.

'What do yóú want?'

'Show those fools who I am. But I can't do that without any help.'

'No. You're not gonna get our bodies Bill. Just... GO AWAY!'

'Oh, I don't need any permission...' Bill flew upstairs. 'And I know exactly the person...'

'DIPPER, NO!' Mabel rushed upstairs, where Dipper layed down at his bed, his eyes closed. Suddenly he opened them. Yellow, with a pupil of a cat.

'It feels good to be back!'