Dipper sat miserably at the breakfast table, shoving cereal in his mouth. Mabel was still missing and Wendy had gone missing too. Grunkle Stan and Great Uncle Ford were always in the basement, Dipper rarely saw them. So, Soos was the only one around. But he was minding the gift shop so he couldn't spend much time with the child. Dipper saw the newspaper lying on the table, so he picked it up and decided to read it. The front page made him choke on his cereal.

"Pacifica Northwest DEAD?!" he exclaimed, "Preston and Priscilla Northwest have revealed that their daughter, Pacifica Northwest, was found dead last week in her room. There was no weapon and barely any evidence at the crime scene, but it was suspected that she was murdered. Authorities say that the murder may link to the disappearances of Fiddleford McGucket, Wendy Corduroy and Mabel Pines! What?!" Dipper's head spun and his stomach heaved. But now was not the time to panic and/or throw up. He took a deep breath and thought about his options. He could run down to the basement and tell his great uncles, but they had too much on their minds already. He could… he let a dozen ideas flick through his mind, none of them seemed suitable. But… he could go check out the crime scene. That seemed like the best idea. There had to be something that explained Mabel's disappearance. He refused to believe that she might have been killed.

The Northwest Mansion was surrounded by police cars, but no one seemed to notice Dipper sneak into the building. There was a few people investigating the scene, but Dipper somehow managed to hide from them. No one was in Pacifica's room, for some strange reason. Something was… off.

"Hello, Pine Tree." said a voice. Dipper spun around.

"Bill?!" he asked the shadow in the corner.

"No, my name is Pyronica. I'm a… so-called friend of his…" replied the Shadow.

"Did… Did you murder Pacifica?!"

"What? No! Like Bill would ever let me. He went ballistic when I helped him with McGucket."

"Old Man McGucket?!" gasped Dipper, "He's dead?!" Pyronica winked.

"Not the only one." she giggled.

"You're Sick!" exclaimed Dipper, "SICK!" He ran out of the room, then the mansion. He kept running. When he was finally back at the mystery shack, he collapsed onto his knees and cried quietly. So Mabel was dead. Murdered. Bill was sick, warped… then again, what did he expect.

"Dipper?"

"Are you OK, Kiddo?" Dipper looked up and saw his Great Uncles looking down with concern.

"No, I know what happened to Mabel." he sighed. Ford sighed too, but Stan raised his eyebrows.

"How do you know?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter, Stanley," said Ford, harshly, "Don't pester him." They helped Dipper up and took him to the kitchen, then they all sat together at the table.

"She was murdered," mumbled Dipper, "by Bill."

"We know." said Ford, "We didn't want you to find out like this."

"What is he trying to achieve?" he asked.

"… Weirdmaggedon." said Ford, in a barely audible whisper.

"Listen, Dipper," said Stan, "There's some twisted (Censored) going on here. Nothing is going to be the same ever again. Like my brother said, we didn't want you to find out like this. But you did. So we're going to tell you everything… We can't hide it from you forever."

"Stan, not now!" said Ford.

"Yes now!" argued Stan.

"Fine." he sighed, "You've heard of the Cipher Wheel, correct?"

"Yes."

"On the Cipher Wheel, there is ten symbols. Each symbol represents ten people. We are all too familiar with these people. Mabel, Wendy, McGucket, even us three." There was silence for a while.

"Continue." said Dipper.

"Bill has one objective: Kill them. Kill them all. Every person on the wheel." the silence lasted longer this time.

"…Why?" asked Dipper, "What's the point?"

"If he does, everyone's dead soul will converge to create an interdimensional rift and…" Ford didn't know how to continue.

"The end of the world." concluded Stan.

"We… we can't let that happen!" yelled Dipper, "That's sick!"

"I know." said the twin brothers in unison.

"We'll do everything we can, Dipper. But there's no guarantees." continued Ford.

"We'll talk more later." said Stan, "OK?"

"Ok." said Dipper, he got up from the table and left the shack. He stared at the sky with determination. He couldn't let Bill do this. He wouldn't let Bill do this. "I will avenge you, Mabel." he said, and he walked back inside.