Welp, here you go. The second part! Enjoy!

WARNING though, this chapter has some swearing, and so will future chapters most likely.

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The crowed tittered excitedly in their seats, slowly cramping together on the wooden benches as more entered the Tent. It seemed that the place would explode from the mass of people, until the television screens that hung around the interior posts flashed red.

"Breaking News," Toby's voice blasted from the speakers. "This just in, The Telepathy Twins' Summer Opening Extravaganza- tickets officially sold out!"

The excited whoops of the Tent's crowd were immediately drowned out by the collective groan of sorrow from those outside. On the screens, reporter Toby continued on with his updates on the Tent of Telepathy, keeping the audience on edge.

Up on stage, the dark blue curtains shifted, unnoticed. Out peaked an icy blue eye, scanning over the audience before the cloth dropped back over it.

Mabel turned to her brother and smiled maliciously, fingertips dancing over the blades that hung on her belt. "Looks like Ford was right, brother dear." She said in her smooth, velvety voice. Dipper looked up, hands holding on loosely to a familiar leather-bound book. "We do have quite a crowd today. You ready?" Mabel purred excitedly.

The twin's brow quirked. "When was I not, dear sister?" Mabel giggled as Dipper snapped his book shut, hands running over the golden-hand mark, tracing the 2 in its center, before tucking it into his coat. He smiled, mirroring his sister's expression. "Let's go give them what they want."

"Gideon, c'mon! You slowpoke!"

"Dammit, Pacifica. There's too many people!" The white-haired boy grumbled uncomfortably, latching on to the taller girl's sleeve. In the bustle of the crowd, his hat had gotten knocked off, and he scrambled to get it back on his head.

"Pacifica!" The boy whined.

"Oh my god, Gideon!" The blond girl glared at her cousin, shifting the many rubber bracelets on her arms. Tugging the sleeves of her fuzzy yellow llama-fur sweater upward, she grabbed ahold of the boy's chubby wrist, taking her uncle's hand in the other hand, and surged forward.

"Woah, woah! Hey kid, what the hell?" screamed Bud Pines, slightly-known owner of Gravity Falls' very own tourist-trap known as the Mystery Shack. He stumbled as his niece pushed her way through the crowd, he and his nephew in tow.

"Ah, finally!" Pacifica gasped in relief. A space in the benches just big enough for three. She squeezed her way through, screaming out apologies as she went, immediately pulling down the other two into their seats as she took her own.

"Geeze, Paz." Gideon mumbled, rubbing his slightly-bruised wrist. "Why are we even here?"

"Ah, here we go again," Bud rolled his eyes, cutting of the sweater-clad girl before she had a chance to speak. "This town is filled with a bunch of psychos. They want mystery, magic, blood." He huffed exasperatedly. "Like we don't have that kind of stuff. Anyway, the top two brats in this town basically screw with people on stage for fun and-"

"SHHH!" Pacifica clamped a hand over her uncle's mouth, causing the man to growl quietly. "It's starting!" The lights dimmed, the crowd cheered. Two blueish spotlights opened up into the crowd, then started moving. They waved around dramatically as smoke began to flood onto the stage. Then, just when one couldn't see the curtains anymore, the spotlights shut off, leaving the tent in complete silence.

Another spotlight, brighter than the last two, opened up behind the stage, illuminating two silhouettes, standing heads held high, one of each of their arms intertwined, with their others up in the air. The crowd roared, feet stomping, hands clapping. Pacifica screamed in excitement, her hands pounding on the bench.

The unbearably bright spotlight faded. The stage suddenly lit up with an earie blue light, illuminating the two figures on the wooden platform. A pair of chocolate hair, glowing blue eyes, mischievous smirks, blue dress shirts and black accents in their outfits. The girl was in a lacy black skirt and a blue headband, while the boy had black dress pants and a black bowtie.

They bowed in unison.

"Mabel Gleeful here, folks!" the girl waved to the crowd.

"And Dipper Gleeful!" The boy called.

"Welcome," the pair spoke in unison. "To the Telepathy Twins' Summer Opening Extravaganza!"

And the crowd roared, the tent shook, and the twins smiled. Tonight was going to be fun.


"D-did you see that?! Did you see how she cut that guy in HALF?!" Pacifica squealed, jumping up and down repeatedly. "And she just put him back together?! Like, he wasn't even hurt! You could see his blood and three seconds later he was FINE!" the girl squealed in a pitch almost high enough to break glass. "And… and his mind reading skills! He guessed MY FIRST BEST FRIEND'S THIRD PET DOG'S NAME!"

"Yeah, yeah, we all heard." Bud deadpanned, trying to act as non-baffled as possible.

"Hey," the younger boy mused, adjusting his blue star-hat on his head. "Shouldn't you like… hate Mabel Gleeful? She pretty much insulted you and tried to steal away your pig."

"Yeah," Pacifica giggled, her braced teeth showing. "But she was still awesome! And Dipper Gleeful, too!"

"Yeah, well… I guess that was pretty sick." Mumbled Gideon, a small grin making its way on his lips. "Maybe they aren't all that fake. The mind-reading was rather impossible, and that blood did smell like blood…"

Bud Pines grumbled as the trio finally reached their parked Camaro. The man unlocked the door, letting the other two inside before finally getting in himself. "Please, kids. Our attractions are way more real and way more mystifying than whatever sick jokes they do on stage." He wiggled his fingers for emphasis.

"Yeah sure, a goose head glue-gunned to Abraham Lincoln's wax body sure is legitimate." Gideon teased from the backseat, shifting next to his over-enthusiastic cousin.

Bud growled, adjusting the maroon fez on his head before starting the engine. "Hey, that goose head is authentic! Finding a goose with a head that big isn't easy, you know. And it takes a lot of effort to cut through a neck that thi-"

The man's rant was cut off by a sudden knock on the back-seat window, followed by a sharp inhale from its Gideon and a muffled squeal by Pacifica. Bud turned his head to see the blue and black suited twin, Mabel Pines, crouching sweetly down at the car occupants' eye level. Her blue eyes seemed to prick at Gideon's very soul, her chocolate locks tumbling down her shoulders, her small smirk unnerving in more ways than one.

On instinct, Bud rolled down the window, scowling. "What do you wa-"

"Hello, Gideon." The girl cooed sweetly, reaching a hand in to tug at said boy's hair. He shifted away, sweat trickling down the side of his head.

"H-hey…" he gulped.

"Aww, sweet-cheeks looks nervous!" Mabel Gleeful pouted. "Tell you what, you adorable little doll, why don't you," she took out a small, blue envelope from her coat pocket, gloved hand handing it over to the boy. "Come to The Club, Sunday night, hmm? And you and I can spend a bit more quality time together. After all, we didn't get to have much of a chat yesterday, now did we?"

An annoyed snort came from behind the flirtatious girl. Bud looked behind her to see her twin, Dipper Gleeful, leaning against the car's trunk, glaring distastefully at the exchange before him. "Oh, please…" he muttered under his breath. The girl gave him no heed, continuing on with her sweet act.

"See you at seven tomorrow night, you adorable little thing!" Mabel made a point of pinching the boy's cheek before slipping back out the window.

Gideon let out a nervous laugh. "S-sure…" he nodded, voice a little too tight. Then he turned away. "Drive, Bud! Drive!" he screamed, rolling the window shut and sighing in relief as his great-uncle immediately complied. The Camaro sped down the road, the fading sound of Pacifica Pines' high-pitched giggles in its wake.

Mabel let out a giggle of her own, straightening up.

Dipper sighed, his look of distaste now focused on her. "Really, Mabel," he said. "What could you possibly want with that boy? He's a useless wreck. His nerves are as shot as a paralyzed duck. He's weird, fat, and covered with sweat. I could see what you wanted with Mermando and the gnomes and those punk-rock boy clones. But Gideon Pines?" he let out a small chuckle. "Honestly, I didn't think you'd stoop this low."

Mabel only smiled. "Dear brother, never let it be said that a simple footstool does not have its uses." She chided playfully. "And besides, he's even more of an asset than you might think."

Dipper raised his eyebrows. "Oh, is that so? Well then, you better not disappoint, dear sister." He chuckled, a little more placated. He looked behind her, an amused twinkle set in his eyes. "For now though, we have some press to attend to."

Mabel turned to see the approaching mob of flashing cameras and microphones. She sighed, taking her phone out. "Hello, Wendy?" she spoke into the Blackberry. "Yeah, get the limo down here ASAP. I don't feel like facing the press tonight. Ford? Who cares about Ford?! He'll get home on his own, just tell Soos to get here right now." She cut the call, shoving her phone back into her pocket, just as the press reached the twins.

She put on a sweet smile, pushing her twin forward. "You handle them tonight," she whispered to him stiffly. "I'm not feeling it."

Dipper was all too happy to comply, stepping forward with arms wide open.

And now Mabel could concentrate on how to win that little marshmallow over. His cousin was no problem, really. She could've murdered the girl and still have her wrapped around her finger. The boy however… he was smarter, trickier. Mabel. smiled to herself. She liked a challenge.


"Oh nonononononono, what do I do?!" The boy's pacing was starting to wear out the Mystery Shack's woolen floor rug. His hands tugged at his snow-white hair, beads of sweat running down his neck and forehead. Against the wall, his taller blond cousin sat lazily on the couch, watching him with an amused smile.

"Geeze, Gideon. Don't worry all that much." Pacifica giggled, reaching for an open can of soda on the nearby table. "What's got you so worked up anyway? Mabel's a popular, rich girl who happens to like you. Shouldn't that be good for your social standing?"

Gideon glared at her and let out a scream of frustration. "EXACTLY!" he nearly sobbed. "I don't know how to talk to girls! And a girl as rich and popular as her? Forget it! I'd piss myself before I even get to the car!"

Pacifica raised an eyebrow, unfazed by her cousin's outburst. "So you're okay with doing on a date with her?"

Gideon nodded shamefully. "Going on a date with Mabel Gleeful? That's an actual honor! But going on a date with Mabel Gleeful?! How am I supposed to not embarrass myself?!"

"Tell you what, kid." A familiar voice interrupted from the kitchen doorway. Bud Pines looked quizzically at his sweat-covered nephew, before settling for an amused smirk. "How'z about me and your cousin train you, so to speak? I happen to be an expert ladies' man! And Paz over there, I bet she's awesome at fashion and whatnot."

Pacifica squealed, blond locks tumbling as she jumped from her chair. "I shall make you," she pointed a finger at Gideon. "The most bedazzled suit in existence! Waddles, get the glue gun!" Said pig looked up as his apparent name, and just as quickly nuzzled back under the table and ignored any further attempt at friendship with the sweater-loving girl.

"Alright," the blond said, trying not to let any disappointment show. "I'm gonna get the glue gun!"

Bud laughed. "You go, kiddo. Anywho, time for a little chit-chat, ey Gideon?"

Gideon gulped, wringing his hat in his hands. The colored star symbol twisted to the point of being hidden in the cloth's folds. "O…okay."


"Triangulum, entangulum… Meteforis dominus ventium…"

Muttering filled the lounge room of the Gleeful-Northwest manor. It was the oldest room in the building, with a brightly lit fireplace, stuffed animal heads hanging above the mantel, and comfortable velvet lounge chairs facing away from the tall bookshelves. It was far cozier than the entrance hall, or any other room in the manor. It emitted a dark aura of its own, which is why the Gleeful Twins preferred to spend their spare time in this particular room.

Dipper had himself engrossed in the maroon leather bound book, legs crossed as he sat facing the fireplace, lips moving in quiet mutters. Mabel sat on the chair next to him, a slim table between the two. She had her legs crossed over one arm rest as her upper body leaned against the other. One arm was bent down to the kneeling red headed woman at her side, who was applying a blend of blue and black to the twin's nails.

"Careful with that, Wendy." Mable warned. "I don't want to have that paint all mussed up with the blood we'd get on Wednesday."

"Y-yes ma'am." The woman stuttered. Her hands were surprisingly still for an over-stressed, visibly shaking woman. She'd had extra work done for her today, so she was in a worse shape than usual.

The Gleeful-Northwest Manor, unlike every other rich household, only had a staff of four, but most of the time two. Wendy, the secretary and chief house-keeper. Soos, the rather up-tight security guard and driver. And the two other house-keepers who only came on-call.

Dipper, on the other chair, was still muttering to himself. "Metaforis venetisarium…"

Mabel looked over, annoyed. The slight movement of her arm caused Wendy to wince and pull back a little, the action luckily going unnoticed by the twin.

"What are you doing, Dipper?" she scowled at her brother.

Dipper looked up, an equally annoyed look set on his face. "Reading. What? Am I bothering you, dear sister?" he mocked, snapping the book shut, its golden, six-fingered symbol glinting in the firelight.

"Yes," The other twin growled. "Quit your annoying muttering and let me enjoy my manicure in silence."

A short staring contest erupted between the two, neither willing to back down, two pairs of blue eyes held against each other. Wendy had just finished her manicure, and she wasn't entirely willing to come in between the twins. Simply being near them put her mind into a state of paranoia, talking to them face-to-face was a nightmare. She could handle Ford, and Stan since he was nicer, but the Telepathy Twins…

Just her luck, her cellphone started to beep loudly from within her pocket, drawing attention she didn't need. The twins' icy glares immediately moved toward her. Wendy furiously fumbled through her pocket, clumsily pulling out the beeping phone and tapping relentlessly to answer the call.

"H-hello?" Her voice shook, she kept her eyes downcast. She could still feel the Twins' eyes on her, anxiety growing with every second.

"WENDY!" A voice barked from the other end of the line. The secretary sighed- it was only Stanford.

"Y-yes sir?" She mumbled quietly, relief flooding through her as she felt the twins' attention slowly shifting away.

"Get down here this instant! We're going on another press meeting, and I need you to file down whatever shit the press should throw at us. I'm waiting." A loud beep filled Wendy's ear as Ford hung up. She shifted quietly, readying herself to speak up. The twins were no longer engaged in a staring contest. Dipper had his nose back in his peculiar book and Mabel was studying her new manicure intently.

"M-madam," Wendy spoke, getting up carefully. "F-ford called me down s-stairs. I… I need to-"

"You did a good job." The twin said, holding up her newly-decorated nails in the firelight. Nodding approvingly, Mabel looked to the woman. "You can go now."

"Th-thank you, Miss." The secretary nodded curtly before rushing out of the room, cringing visibly when her heel clacked a little too loudly on her third step. Luckily, the pair didn't seem to notice, or care.

She hated travelling with Soos. He was so… stuck-up. So firm about everything. The man probably had OCD, and it bugged Wendy constantly. He would stare her down with judgmental silence, before remarking on her posture at the worst of times. Of course, he'd never do anything like that to any of the Pines. In addition to being extremely intimidating, the twins were always poised like royalty, one way or another. Soos had nothing to judge, nothing to correct. Wendy, apparently, was his next best option.

She groaned internally making her way down the stairs, the form of Stanford Pines visible through the partly open doorway, leaning against a white limo. Well, anything was better than the Telepathy Twins, she supposed.

Back in the oldest room in the Pines-Northwest mansion, Mabel was reading over her brother's shoulder, intentionally letting her hair fall onto his face.

"Dammit, Mabel!" Dipper growled, flicking his sister's hair out of his face for the sixth time.

"I'll stop, I'll stop." The other giggled, gathering her hair and tossing it over her shoulder. "So… care to tell me what could possibly be of interest to the both of us on this page?"

On the old, yellowing paper were paranoid scribbles and scrawls surrounding what looked like a triangle with a single eye, a top hat and a bowtie. To Mabel, it seemed like any other old weird, silly being in Gravity Falls, but the warnings of "DO NOT SUMMON" surrounding it told her otherwise. There was also the stain of what could possibly be blood on the top left hand corner of the page.

"Look at this," Dipper pointed to a paragraph under the title Summoning. "This guy, right here, is a dream demon. He can infiltrate people's minds at will and wreak havoc upon cities. But as of the moment, his powers are contained- stagnant. He's trapped in another dimension, but can project himself into ours, and can be summoned by people with the right instructions." He tapped the paragraph, smiling smugly.

Mabel glanced at what she presumed to be the triangular demon's name. She narrowed her eyes. "Will Cipher?" she let out a small laugh. "What kind of name is that?"

"I know," Dipper snickered. "But don't underestimate him. He might come in handy sometime." He snapped the book shut and stood, facing his sister. "You however, have a date to get to." He chided. "I've showed you something of use to us, now you show me something. What does Gideon Pines have that is of such utter importance?"

Mabel, deciding to play along, held down her annoyance and quirked a brow, her hands on her hips. "Oh, you'll see, brother. Don't underestimate what I have planned either." She let out a playful chuckle, glancing down at her newly done nails, then her blue and black performance outfit. "This will have to do, don't you think? After all, I don't want to overdo it."

"Of course you don't." Dipper rolled his eyes, glancing at the nearby grandfather clock. He raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of which it's six-thirty. Are you sure you're ready?"

Mabel giggled. "Of course not! Looks like Soos is going to have to make two trips tonight!" With that, she left the room, the clacking of her heels echoing down the hall.

Dipper sighed. His sister was a pain to deal with, so she had better had something useful in mind with that boy.


Well, that happened. This is probably what I would consider one of my "filler chapters", I guess. Nothing too important happening, but still rather eventful (?). Eh.

So anyway, thanks for reading guys! Tell me what 'ya think! Sorry for not updating sooner. I was playing Undertale and it took me almost a month to defeat Sans in genocide mode….

So 'till the next chapter then!

~Nish