A/N: Several people requested this be continued. I was going to leave it as a one-shot, but inspiration struck. I have changed some things (but only after the line break, so if you read it before, you can skip the top part).

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"Why—Why were you shaking hands with Bill? You said Bill could possess anyone so he could get this. Ahh!"

"Careful. Hand me the rift. Now boy!"

"Why were you really scanning my thoughts? Are you Bill right now?"

"Now just calm down P—"

"Pine tree? Is that what you were going to call me?"

"I was gonna say please, kid."

"Great uncle Ford told me to protect the rift. Get one step closer and I'll shoot. I'll erase you right out of Ford's head." Dipper threatened as he aimed the memory erasing gun.

"It is me, Dipper. It's your uncle."

Dipper closed his eyes and gripped the rift tighter, steeling himself for what he had to do.

"Trust no one. Trust no one. Trust no one." Dipper chanted to himself before pulling the trigger.

"Hand it to me!"

The ray from the memory erasing gun shot forward, but before it could hit Ford's head, his glasses deflected the beam, sending it off to bounce around the room. Dipper kept his eyes glued to the light, following its path, hoping it wouldn't come his way. His fears were realized as the beam of light bounced off a wall and aimed itself at Dipper's head. Quickly scrambling, he tried to move out of its path as the light glowed brighter—

Dipper opened his eyes, unsure of why they were closed. Before his vision caught up with his brain, Dipper tried to remember what he had been doing just moments ago. All he saw in his mind's eye was black emptiness.

Moments later he registered the scene around him. He was in some room filled with machines and strange looking objects, and the walls were lined with paintings of a triangle with an eye in the center and hands glowing with a blue flame. He sensed the presence of someone else, a looming body nearby. Looking up Dipper saw the source of that feeling.

"Grunkle Stan? What are you doing here? What am I doing here? And where is here, exactly?" Dipper asked, feeling confused.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Ummm," Dipper mumbled as he put a hand to his head, trying to ease the building pressure as he tried to shake a memory loose. "We were all hanging out in the Shack watching Ducktective. So…where are we? I've never seen this room before."

"We're in the Shack, in a storage room. I haven't used it in a while and the floor is a little run down. You tripped on one of the warped floorboards and hit your head when you fell."

"Oh. Okay," Dipper said trying to use this new information to jog his memory. "I guess that explains the headache."

"If you want, I've got a friend that can help you out. Make sure you don't have a concussion or something."

"Sure, I guess. Probably not a bad idea. I think my hearing's a little messed up. Your voice sounds different."

"Okay. Why don't you let him poke around your brain a bit. Deal?"

"Deal," Dipper agreed, extending his hand to meet the one stretched out before him. His eyes grew wide as a blue flame sparked to life the moment their hands met. Dipper looked up in surprise, staring at the face above him. He saw the square-frame glasses glint before tilting down and clearing up to show the eyes behind them. Yellow eyes with thin slits for pupils.

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