Hello again! After a week, I have updated cipher! I'll be able to update it (as well as my other fics0 a lot more in two weeks, when I go on fall break.-Mr-Dippingsauce

Chapter Eleven

168 Muffin Road, Gravity Falls, Oregon

"Just shut up, Mom!" Robbie V yelled as he slammed the front door of his house shut. Angry, he stomped off the porch with his jet black guitar strung over his back. He kicked the rusty car in front of the house, and grimaced as a dull pain started throbbing in his right foot. He huffed and marched into the woods.

He came to a clearing in the forest. He pulled his guitar off of his shoulder and began to strum it.

"Hey Robbie."

Surprised, Robbie dropped his guitar; luckily it landed on a soft patch of moss. Embarrassed, Robbie looked up.

"Wendy? What are you doing here?"

"We need to talk."

Robbie looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet awkwardly. "We could have talked before."

"We didn't need to talk before."

"Why now?"

"Let's go somewhere private."

"Robbie was confused. "Isn't this pretty private, though?"

Wendy shook her head and looked nervously at the birch trees. "They say He has eyes everywhere."

Robbie was confused now. "Who's this he?"

Wendy tilted her head a little t the right, as if she were pleading. "Just trust me. Please."

Robbie wasn't sure if this was a trick, but Wendy had excited his curiosity. "Okay," he agreed.

Wendy led him into Greasy's Diner. The two sat at a booth in the middle of the restaurant.

"Um, how is this more private than the woods?" Robbie asked.

"He has no eyes here, as far as I can tell. Plus it's less conspicuous."

"Okay, then. Are we waiting for something?"

Wendy looked up as the door to the diner opened. "Not anymore."

Dipper and Mabel sat down in the booth.

"What?!" Robbie yelled, standing up. "What are they doing...?"

"Shut up, Robbie! You're going to draw attention to us." Dipper said.

Robbie huffed and sat down. "What do you twerps want?"

"We need you for something?"

Robbie chuckled. "And for what would you need me for?"

"Saving the world."

Robbie all out laughed this time. "Yeah, right kid. Is this some kind of joke?"

"Don't believe us?" Dipper said. He pulled something out of his jacket. "Here's proof."

Robbie continued to laugh. "What the…" he stopped short, and his expression changed to shock. He picked up the maroon book labeled 2. "Where did you find this?"

Dipper became interested. "You know about the books?"

Robbie nodded. "Sort of. My dad, before he died, he spent his whole life searching for these books. I never believed that they existed, or anything weird for that matter, until this summer." He slowly turned the old, crumpled pages. "What do you mean, this is proof?"

Dipper turned to the page on Bill Cipher. "This wheel is a prophetic one. This guy in the middle is a dream demon named Bill Cipher. In three days, he will try and destroy the world. Only the ten people represented on this wheel can banish him and stop it. "

"And what makes you think I'm one of them?"

"Just look at your sweatshirt."

Robbie looked down at the stitched heart design, then back at the wheel. He realized that his heart design was right there on the wheel.

He looked up. "I'll do it."

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Gravity Falls Detention Center, Gravity Falls, Oregon

Gideon Gleeful walked into the visitation room. Was it his father again? He had asked the guard a thousand times. The guard had said nothing

Gideon sat down on the cold, metal stool and waited for a face to appear. He was shocked when that face was none other than Stanford Pines.

"Stanford! What are you doing here…AH!" The boy screamed and jumped off the stool as another face appeared one he hadn't seen for at least thirty years.

"S-stanley?" he stuttered. "B-but you're dead."

"There's a difference, Gideon, between dead and locked in the Vault of Souls."

Gideon had regained what he had left of his composure, and, still shaking, got back onto the stool. "What do you want for me?"

"Come on Gideon, we know you of all people know about the prophecy."

"What?" Gideon looked genuinely confused.

"Wow, they never told you? That sucks." Stanley said. "There's a prophecy about Bill destroying the world."

"Wait; Bill is supposed to destroy the world?"

"Yeah, and we can thank you for this mess?"

"What! Why is it my fault?"

"Aren't you the one who summoned him?"

Gideon averted his eyes. "No."

"You know Gideon, for a fake psychic, you are a really bad liar." Stan laughed and slapped his leg at his own joke.

"Anyways," Stanley continued. "We need you to help us?"

Gideon sniffed. "Why should I?"

"Because if not, you and every other person on this planet will be dead."

Gideon laughed. "Oh, please, Stanley. I never do something just because it's the good thing. You have to sweeten the deal."

"It involves you getting out of prison."

Gideon's eyes became bright. "I'm in!"

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The Beyond

Watching two projected images at once, Bill smiled. Silly people. They think that they could just assemble the ten without him knowing. Ice Bag had summed it up bet: He has eyes everywhere.

Bill smiled. They all already hated each other.

"Let's see how much chaos I can create, shall we?"

Thanks for reading! Expect another chapter next week, and at least two more the week after! Until next time, hid from Bill Cipher and listen to Welcome to Night Vale.-Mr-Dippingsauce