A/N: First off, thanks so much to all of my newest followers! Your support really helps, guys. Second, I realized that FFN takes out certain things, so I guess I'll just have to improvise. Now, on to the story! (Btw, this is in Fiddleford's POV and it's been about a week since the twins came to Gravity Falls.)

Chapter Two:

The Nerd

Fiddleford McGucket was not having a good day. His wife Gina was filing for a divorce, his son was going through an "awkward phase", and to make matters worse, the museum was losing money due to a lack of customers.

"What am I supposed to do?", Fiddleford asked himself out loud, thinking that no one was around.

"Well, you could stop talking to yourself for one.", a man said from behind Fiddleford.

"Gah!", Fiddleford yelped in surprise as he jumped and turned around. There were two men there, the one who had scared him and another, who appeared to be the first man's brother or twin. The first man simply laughed, and soon got a punch from his brother/twin.

"Hi there. Sorry about Ford here, he doesn't really know any manners.", he said.

"Manners, shmanners.", the one known as Ford grumbled.

"My name's Stanley and this is my twin, Stanford. We're a little new here and we were just wondering if you would mind showing us around this fine establishment.", Stanley asked.

Fiddleford straightened his black tie, smoothed down his white shirt and tan jacket, then said, "Of course. I am thecurator, after all."

He suddenly noticed that Stanford was gone, and was about to ask where he had gone when suddenly... BABAM! Something crashed to the floor (and probably broke) in another room.

"My exhibits!", Fiddleford exclaimed as he ran off into the other room, not noticing Stanley had headed off by himself.

Inside the room, Stanford was standing by the remains of an antique vase.

"Opps.", Stanford said.

"That... That was a priceless work of art!", Fiddleford stuttered.

"Well that's good. I thought I broke something expensive."

Fiddleford felt like strangling the newcomer, he was so mad.

"Hey, you okay there? You look a little red. Here, I'll go grab some water.", Stanford said as he ran off, bumping into more exhibits. Fiddleford quickly ran after him, stopping to steady the exhibits every so often.

A/N: Stanley's POV.

Stanley felt a little bad about Stanford's "distraction" but he knew it was necessary for the mission. He quickly ran off in the other direction, heading towards the library area. Once he reached it, Stanley started looking around for one specific book, Daemones, Possessio, et SupermundanaeEntium.

A/N: That means, "Demons, Possessions, and Otherworldly Beings in Latin.

No... No... No... No... No! Stanley thought in frustration as he shoved some books off of a table. He sighed as he bent down to grab the books, then noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

"You've got to be kidding me...", Stanley grumbled as he grabbed the book he had been looking for from under the table leg. After he dusted it off, Stanley placed it in his bag and stood up. That's when he heard the screaming.

A/N: Stanford's POV.

Stanford didn't mean to release the freaky ghost, I mean, how was he was supposed to know that a little green orb held a dangerous and violent spirit who seemed to hate him? Then things had gone from bad to worse when shadowy, demonic figure had possessed the giant bear statue so that it could chase after the fleeing Stanford and Fiddleford.

"How is this possible!?", Fiddleford yelled as he ran behind Stanford.

"How should I know!?", Stanford yelled back as he rounded a corner and saw his brother coming out into the hall.

"Ford, what's-", Stanley started.

"No time to talk, run!", Stanford yelled as he and the nerd-man ran past. He must have seen the bear, because the next thing Stanford knew, Stanley was right next to him, racing through the halls. The trio continued running until they finally ran into a-

"Dead end!", Stanford exclaimed.

"Really? I had no idea.", Fiddleford snapped sarcastically.

"Nerd.", Stanford snapped.

"Moron.", Fiddleford snapped back.

"Would you two just be quiet already!?", Stanley shouted. He was flipping through some old book frantically, as if their salvation was somewhere in those pages. We're going to die... Because of a book!? The group whirled around as they heard a ghostly moan accompanied by a muffled roar. A moment later, the ghost bear turned the corner, spotting the brothers and company easily.

"Oh shit...", Stanford cursed quietly as the beast charged.

A/N: Fiddleford's POV

I'm going to die now, Fiddleford reliazed as he watched the possessed exhibit come closer, it's huge, white eyes seemingly piercing into his soul. Beyond the terror ringing in his ears, Fiddleford heard one of the twins chanting in a strange language.

"Unde venistis Revertere, spiritus vehementis anima.", Stanley intoned in a far-off tone.

A/N: "Return from whence you came, spirit of a violent soul."

The bear backed away, as if the man's words were forcing it too.

"Convertimini convertimini convertimini convertimini...", Stanley repeated over and over again as Fiddleford watched on.

A/N: "Return now."

Shuddering violently, the bear slumped to the ground, and the spirit lifted out of its form. It hissed at Stanley for a quick moment, then flew through the ceiling and left.

"What... What just happened?", Fiddleford asked hesitantly. Suddenly, he heard a body fall to the ground with a dull, "Thump". Apparently, Stanley had passed out.

"Lee? Oh, come on. This is the third time this-", Stanford stopped and looked over at Fiddleford, who had cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, but what in the name of history just happened!?", he snapped.

"None of your business.", Stanford grumbled as he stood up, hefting his brother onto his back.

"I think almost dying qualifies as my business.", Fiddleford said as he stood up. Stanford growled, then said, "Fine. Follow me."

Fiddleford quickly followed Stanford as he left the museum, put his brother in the back of a brand new, red 1965 El Diabolo Convertible with a white hood, then drove them off into the woods.

I never actually been out here before, Fiddleford thought as he looked out the window, wondering where they were going.

A/N: Alright guys, I have a challenge for you. Would you either like:

A. Some random monster.

B. Zombies

C. Bill Cipher

In the next chapter? Let your voices be heard! (Note: Voting will be open until 12:00 PM EST tomorrow.)