An old ink pen scrapped against the worn yellow pages on the journal as Dipper quickly wrote down everything he could remember from the sludge beast incident that Mabel and he dealt with earlier that day. You would think that meeting a sludge beast would be exciting, but after a few minutes of it screaming as it tried to chase them, it kind of lost its appeal. It took five minutes for it to even move a foot. By the time they left the thing alone, Mabel had covered the creature in glitter and colored feathers, much to the creature's anger.

With one last note, Dipper closed the book with a sigh. Finally done. He stared down fondly at the journal that he had been writing in for the last four years. At times, he couldn't believe how long it's been, but now the journal was getting close to being filled. He slipped the journal into the drawer at his bedside. He glanced at Mabel to see her already asleep and decided to follow. Shutting off the light, he crawled into bed and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

It was maybe a few hours later before awoke to the sound of paper moving. He slowly opened his eyes to see the room was dimly lit. That wasn't right. He rolled toward the source of light to see a familiar triangle with the journal in his hands. Dipper gasped and sat up, startling the demon.

"Whoa, there Pine Tree," Bill said as he floated away from the boy, journal still in his hands.

"Give that back, Bill," Dipper threatened as he got out of the bed, stumbling when his foot caught his blankets.

Bill stared at him for a moment. "No," he replied. He opened the journal and started to flip through the pages.

Dipper tried to jump for the journal and even grabbed a bat to hit the journal out of Bill's hands, but nothing worked. The demon just floated above him, reading the journal. "What do you want?" he grumbled as he sat on his bed in defeat.

"Just checking up on you, kid. I missed out on your little adventure earlier and decided to catch up on it," Bill answered as he closed the book.

"Huh?" was all Dipper could say.

Bill rolled his eye and tossed the book back to him. "Well, I'll be going then, see ya Pine Tree!" And then he was gone.

Dipper stared at the empty space for a few moments before opening the book. With a flash light in hand, he looked through the journal. It looked fine, not pages missing or damage done. He got to the last entry and noticed some gold ink. He had to squint to read it. Bill had marked out 'sludge beast' and put some weird word in its place. Dipper could only guess that it was probably the name of the creature. Bill also spell checked and grammar check what he wrote, much to Dipper's annoyance. There was even 'ha ha' by what Mabel had done to the creature.

As curiosity rose, Dipper flipped back to his own earlier entries to see the same thing. There were short little comments throughout the pages that even made Dipper laugh. He didn't stay up the entire night reading through what Bill had put, but it was almost dawn when he fell back asleep.