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Sam was over the moon. Phase one of his plan was nearly finished, Phase two was soon underway. He just needed to finally win over their trust. Which isn't going to be easy… Samson realized. Still, he wasn't exactly in a rush, he was simply too excited to waste another minute. This will all be for nothing if they tear it all down… He sighed. He was right, of course. He took a deep breath, trying to lower his heart rate, then sat back down in the car and waited.

He peered to his left, and quite nearly burst out laughing. His companion Mr. Gleeful was cowering behind a tree trunk, holding a branch in a futile attempt at a blunt weapon. It then occurred to Samson that Bud had never met Ford before, so this must have been quite the shock. He turned as he heard the doorknob turn. Standing there was the entire pines family, dressed, attentive, and armed. Samson coolly stepped out of the car, and Dipper choked and dropped his golf club "S-Samson?" he stammered.

"Wait, this is Samson?" Mabel asked, still holding onto her grappling hook. Dipper practically ran up in his face. "WHERE WERE YOU!? You said you would meet us back at the shack YESTERDAY! YOU WEREN'T THERE WHEN I NEEDED-"Dipper shouted before stopping himself.

"I know Dipper. I'm sorry. There were people I needed to find, things I needed to get" which wasn't exactly lying, but I'm not telling him I got lost Samson said to himself. He got on one knee and placed a hand on his shoulder. "But I'm here now. And I can help you. I swear". Dipper sighed. He couldn't stay angry at Samson, not when he needed his help the most.

"Ok…" Dipper replied solemnly. Stan and Mabel simply stood there, mouths agape, while Ford stayed behind them looking generally annoyed. "Can someone, anyone, explain to me what just happened?" Stan asked. Ford spoke up; "Everyone, This is Samson. He's an interdimensional traveler with a knack of pissing off anyone he meets" He said glaring.

"You're too kind" Samson said with his cocky smile back again. "BUD! You can come out now! Everyone here is most likely not going to kill you!" He said encouragingly. Bud stepped out slowly, still clutching his branch for dear life. "Gleeful!? What the hell is he doing here?" Stan interjected. "I'm sorry Stanford. Sammy needed my help. I came because he asked me to"

Samson grimaced at the continued use of his nickname, but Mable giggled. "Actually Bud, his name is Stanley. That's Stanford" He said motioning in Fords location.

Stan blinked. "Friend of yours poindexter?" he asked. "Samson and I are NOT friends" Ford replied harshly. "Just do what you came to do, and leave Gravity Falls when you're done."

"Grunkle Ford, that's no way to treat a houseguest!" Mabel perked up. "Come on, I'll show you around while Grunkle Stan makes breakfast" she said, walking up to Samson and grabbing his hand. "Wait, But-" Dipper started, but Mabel was already pulling him inside. I have to talk with him, privately Dipper realized. For now though, he and Bud were already trailing inside.

"Uh, ooookkkaaaaay…" Stan said curiously, before heading back inside and starting on some pancakes. Ford was suspicious as ever, but he needed to keep his opinions to himself for the moment. He needed to find out exactly what were Samson's intentions.

It didn't take him long to find out either. Once they were all sat down, it didn't take long for the conversations to start flying. Mabel's mouth was running a mile a minute, asking about the latest fashion in other dimensions. Dipper and Bud were almost silent the entire time, Dipper occasionally picking at his food, while Bud was on his second or eighth helping. Ford and Stan were occasionally eyeing each other, constantly wondering whether this man proved to be of any harm to the kids or the family. Soos was asleep on the couch, completely unphased by the commotion going on in the other room.

Samson was actually enjoying all the questions for once, because they weren't involving his mission or his motives. He humored Mabel for a long while before finally speaking up. "Pines, I know how much I am a cause of concern for you. I want you to know that I pose you neither harm nor ill will. I will, however, be doing things that you won't likely approve of, but I need you to be okay with that, for all our sakes. Now there are thing I must know, Stanford, did you keep the adhesive separate like I asked?"

Ford looked increasingly annoyed, but grumbled out "Yes". "Splendid…" Sam smiled, "Now I need some help. Dipper, would you be willing to accompany me in private for a moment?"

Dipper lit up, this was what he was waiting for, but his Grunkles just as soon gave Samson the death glare. "Guys, guys, its okay. I'll be back before you know it" Dipper said. Stan sighed, "If you hurt one hair on his head-". "-I'll be erased from existence, yes your brother made that very clear." Samson finished, looking at Ford. "I have no intention of harming him, I just need his assistance. Dipper, grab the adhesive, and bring me somewhere private if possible".

Dipper led Sam up to his room. Samson eyed the walls a bit, taking in the scene. Just like how I remember it he thought to himself. He walked around the room a bit, before flicking on the blacklight on Dipper's nightstand. "NO WAIT DON'T-"Dipper started, but it was too late. Samson saw everything. Although, surprisingly, he didn't seem too phased by it. He seemed calm, understanding. He scowled to himself. "I was afraid this might happen" He said. Dipper was shocked. "Wait, you know… what's wrong with me?" He asked almost pleading.

"Not exactly, but I have a pretty good idea" Samson admitted. He needed the boy to trust him; he wasn't going to do that with false hope. "I also may have a way to cure you. But I'm going to need your help". Dipper was ready for anything. "First, I'm going to need the adhesive" Dipper nodded and handed him the vial and a small paintbrush. "Good idea, I like your thinking kid" Samson said. Dipper smilded, and sat down on his bed. Samson then took some things out of his jacket pocket, a piece of chalk, and the amulet shards.

"Wait, are those… Is that Gideon's amulet?" Dipper asked with worry in his voice. "Yep" was all Sam replied with, drawing a small circle on the floor. "That's why you needed Bud…" Dipper realized. "Mmhmm" Samson replied, taking the paintbrush in hand. He took the next few seconds carefully applying the adhesive to each piece, gluing them back into their original form. Dipper cringed, the last time he had seen that amulet, It was with a pair of shears at his neck.

But now, the amulet was dead, lifeless. It was just a piece of glass in his hand. Samson carefully placed the amulet inside the circle, closed his eyes, and began to speak.

"Visionibus sanguine os intrat memoriae inveniam viam disiunctum suo fonte fatiscere dirigendos pedes nostros oculum" suddenly the amulet glowed a brilliant blue, as did Samson's eyes. Dipper yelped and fell back, but couldn't break his gaze away from what was happening in front of him. Eventually, Samson closed his eyes as he reached out and held the glowing mystic amulet, until the intense energy from both of them cooled down. He slowly opened his eyes, showing they were normal once again, but the amulet in his hand was now pulsating with power. Samson stood to his full height, gazing into the amulet.

"It's time."