Prologue (Part 1): Vanished
Ford gave a weary smile as he looked at the demon stuck in the many magical barriers he created around it. "Finally," he said, "your reign of terror is over, Bill." The demon known as Bill, who looked quite annoyed as he tapped on the barrier that was closest to him, rolled his single eye at Ford's statement. "Yeah? And what makes you so sure that you've won?"
"I have tricks up my sleeve too you know." He said as he pulled out a journal from his jacket and flipped through it until he found the page he was looking for. When he found it, he smiled, closed his eyes, and started to chant. Bill realized exactly what Ford was doing when he heard the first line of the chant. That must be why this barrier was made so magic could go in it but not out of it, he thought to himself. As he searched frantically for a way out he heard a scream. "Great Uncle Ford! Great Uncle Ford!" The boy yelled as he ran down to the basement. Perfect, Bill thought to himself as he quickly summoned almost all his power into one of his hands, I'll just let Pine Tree take the fall for me.
"Great Uncle Ford, there is-"But Dipper never got to finish his sentence. Instead, he got thrown back as Bill shattered the barriers and flew towards him. Bill grabbed him and held him into the air, putting him right in between Bill and Ford. He looked at his great uncle, trying to figure out why Bill was using him as a shield, when he heard his chanting. His eyes widened as he realized what Bill was planning. "Wait Great Uncle Ford! STOP!" Dipper had barely finished his scream when Ford had finished the chant and opened his eyes. He realized just what he had done when a green ball of energy flew towards where Dipper and Bill where at. A scream came from the boy as the energy enveloped him, causing Bill to drop him and laugh as he vanished.
"Dipp…err?" Ford said questionably. He raised an eyebrow as he said this and looked around. Who, or what, was Dipper? He didn't see anyone or anything besides him in the basement. Just as he started searching his mind for answers, he heard a strange screech come from the shop. Frantically, he grabbed his gun and his journal and ran upstairs ignoring the small voice wailing at him, trying to get him to notice it.