Ford was about to start pulling his hair out, "IF YOU WANT TO LIVE STOP SAYING THINGS THAT MAKE ME WANT TO SHOOT YOU!"

Dipper nodded his head "Yeah, the journals are clear, that portal could cause the end of the known universe! Its a miracle Grunkle Ford made it back!"

"Only because Bill had you program the portal to his dimension without you knowing. I can give you coordinates as to where the portal leads. Theres someone that we need help from, Desperately. Ill explain everything on the way to the shack. There are others I have to meet." Samson said hurriedly.

As Ford and Dipper slowly trailed Samson back to the Mystery Shack, Grunkle Ford whispered into Dipper's ear "I don't know whether or not we can believe this guy, but I can tell you one thing; that man's name is NOT 'Samson Chains'..."

Dipper perked up attentive, "What do you mean? How do you know?"

Grunkle Ford kept his voice low, "Because, 'Samson Chains'. As in Samson's chains. Its an old story from the christian Bible. And someone would only use an alias like that if they were hiding something".

Dipper pondered for a moment before replying, "Don't tip him off, play it cool"

Ford smiled, impressed with the young boy's instincts.

"Hey, Samson..." Ford called out, giving Dipper the 'I got this' look.

"...Who is it that we are supposed to find thats going to help us? This 'one being who knows everything about Bill'...?" Grunkle Ford asked disbelieving.

Samson stopped where he stood, and looked Grunkle Ford in the eye, before answering in a low voice,

"Dipper Pines".

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...Ford and Dipper stood there in complete silence. Samson sighed, and kept on walking.

"You know, a lot of what I will say wont make sense at the time, and we don't have enough time for me to explain everything. One of these days, you'll just have to take what I say on faith. Just meet me back at the shack when you get the glue. But JUST the glue. DON'T seal the rift just yet, or we wont have any safe way to open the gateway". Samson said with a twinge of sadness in his voice; "I came to help. To SAVE you. Please. Just let me". And with that, Samson wandered back into the forest, on his way to the Mystery Shack.

Ford looked at Dipper longingly, before starting back to the UFO. "Wait..." Dipper said softly. "What he said. About me, knowing everything about Bill. Do you think... That theres a world where I joined him? Where... where I'm a disciple of Bill Cipher?"

"Kid, I don't think theres any version of you in the entire multiverse that would ever join with Bill. And I don't like the idea of trusting Samson any more than you do. But, if theres a way to kill or banish Bill forever, we're gonna have to hope theres a Dipper in the universe thats even more obsessed with the supernatural than you... If thats even possib-"

Dipper didn't even care, he ran up and hugged uncle Ford, tears streaming down his eyes

"T...thank...you...Im not...Im not a bad person... Right?" Dipper said sniffling.

Ford was shocked. He wasn't good at replicating human emotion or sympathy, but he knew exactly what this boy was going through. He, too, had let Bill possess him to unlock certain secrets, and had pondered for years himself what kind of person he was.

Ford got on his knees, eye level with Dipper, and hugged him back, a single tear running down his own face. "I believe in you Dipper. I trust you." Ford said softly to the crying boy.

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Ok, now that Ford and Dipper are dealt with, I need to get to the Shack... Samson thought to himself.

He wandered through the forest, unsure of what exact direction to go, but he was sure that if he was confident in the direction he took, then he would eventually end up at the Mystery Shack.

Of course, this was wrong and ill-advised, and began to wish he hadn't left the Pines behind. However, he did make it into town after an hour or so.

Unaware that he was being watched...

Sam stood at the edge of the town, reminiscing on how he was ACTUALLY in the world of Gravity Falls. Everything looked just how he remembered it. It was still hard for him to believe that the mindscape, and all the alternate realities, all were real.

And he certainly had a lot of work to do. All the wrought and heartbreak that would happen soon, he wouldn't le see the light of day.

Samson soon found himself in a local diner, getting a few eyeballs. Lazy Susan greeted him kindly and gave him some fresh coffee and a place to sit. Sam thanked her and quietly sipped at it while scanning the room, and quickly found who he was looking for.

Sitting longingly in one of the back booths was a somber Bud Gleeful, slowly emptying another bottle of beer. Samson sat down opposite Bud, barely swaying his concentration.

"What brings you here stranger?" Bud asked In a solemn voice.