First things first! Happy Gravity Falls Day, everyone! A year ago today the show ended, so now the fandom celebrates February 15 as Gravity Falls Day.
I know I haven't updated this story in a while. I've been having to work extra hours at my work, I sewed an entire ballgown for a convention I might not even be able to go to now, made two videos for Youtube, and have been battling depression. But at long last I have a new chapter and what better day than Gravity Falls Day.
Just as a warning, there are mentions of torture in this chapter. One moment in particular may be difficult to read if you're squeamish.
Thank you to Female Fantasy Freak, ImpossibleJedi4, Energy witch, Berrybanana05, 2021FanGirl, Ella Le Hissy, Firefox, Catgirl PA, Bakugannerd52, Cornchip, Marisol777, Christina730, and TEDICELEBRITY14 for your reviews of the last chapter. I much appreciate it.
Energy witch has posted a whole bunch of new fanarts for the first story on her DeviantArt page if you'd like to check it out.
This chapter is heavily based on the section in Journal 3 about the ten categories of ghosts. A few of them will make an appearance in this chapter. If you haven't read Journal 3, there aren't any major spoilers, it's just general information of different types of ghosts seen in several mediums.
Only the cracked door provided light for the two trespassers. The interior smelled of mold and mildew. Ford inhaled a bit of dust causing him to sneeze. Bill chuckled along with the comment of his beloved sneezing like a kitten. The author wiped his nose on the sleeve of his jacket before reaching into one of his many pockets for a flashlight.
A moment later the device lit up a section of the cabin. Bill spun around, his gold eyes glowing as he searched for a deadly creature he suspected to pop out at any second.
Ford moved on ahead, Bill following his lead. The place required repairs, but still stood strong. If someone came along and offered enough care it would be suitable to live in again. However Ford figured the place would find itself on the real estate market more often than not.
The two men approached the circle of candles Ford used during his seance thirty years prior. He knelt down and ran a finger over the closest yellow candle, the line of dust rested on his fingertip. He slowly stood up then looked over his shoulder to see his boyfriend standing there with his arms crossed.
"I never ended our connection," Ford said. He looked back down at the candle circle that resembled the setup he often used when he used to meditate and commune with Bill.
"Do you think they're still hanging around after all this time?" Bill asked.
As an answer to their question an excited chuckle sounded from above. The two moved closer together. Bill held out his arms, his eyes narrow, daring anyone or anything to attack. Ford took a deep breath as he tried to recall his own advice.
A round head popped out of the wall and smiled at the two. Bill blinked in surprise, but Ford only groaned.
The tiny ghost gasped and held hands against his chubby cheeks. "Ford!" he yelled in a high-pitched cry. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Is it really you?"
The ghost approached the old man with his arms out. The childlike ghost gripped at Ford's cheeks then ran a hand through his hair.
"Oh my gosh! It's the same fluffy hair!" the ghost shouted. His smile widened. "It really is you, Ford! You came back to play!" The tiny transparent spirit did a back flip with a laugh.
"Who's this clown?" Bill asked pointing at their first spirit.
The ghost gasped then floated over to Bill. "You brought a new friend," he cried. He extended his arm and said, "My name's Jasper the Amiable Ghost."
Bill stared at the ghost for a moment and then a smirk fell over his face. He accepted the specter's handshake, his fingers sliding through Jasper's.
"Bill Cipher," he introduced. Bill pulled his hand away then placed both hands on his hips. "So, are all your friends still hanging around this place?"
Jasper nodded. "Ford never closed the gate, so we've been wondering around for a long, long, long time," he answered, nodding his head with each "long." He floated back over to Ford. "So long you became really old."
Bill could no longer hold back his laughter at the young ghost's words. Ford sneered at Bill who had doubled over with laughter. He threw himself on the wall and pounded his fist against the wood planks. Dust clouds formed overhead and clumps of dust landed atop of Bill himself.
"Are you done?" Ford asked as Bill's laughter died down.
Bill held up his index finger and let a few more laughs out before standing up straight. His lips still curved into a smirk he released a few more cackles then motioned for Ford to proceed.
"Jasper, we're looking for the phantoms of pain," Ford said. "Can you call them out?"
Jasper gasped. He shook his head and backed up against the wall. He partially slipped through with his palms against the wood.
"Why? Why would you want them?" Jasper cried.
"We're here on official business, kid," Bill explained.
"Please don't," Jasper begged. He grabbed hold of Ford's arm. "I don't want them to know you're here. Please don't call them out."
"Hey, what's all this whining about, Jasper?" a deeper voice called from down the hall.
All three heads turned to see two new transparent figures standing just a little ways down. The first was tall and skinny wearing a leather jacket. The second was short and plump, wearing a sweater and a hat. Jasper hid behind Bill and Ford.
"We haven't time to deal with you two," Ford said with a roll of his eyes.
"Hey! Don't we know you?" the smaller ghost said narrowing his eyes.
Jasper shook his head while Ford only stared ahead clearly unamused.
The taller ghost grinned. "Hey, isn't that the human the crybaby's always talking about?" he asked and smacked his friend on the arm.
The shorter one laughed. "Looks like the little twerp was right about something after all."
"Get lost, losers," Bill spat.
The pranksters stiffened. The stout one punched his palm while the other clenched his fists. Bill grinned and moved ahead. He halted at the sudden cold caused by Jasper touching his shoulder.
"Don't," Jasper whimpered. "They're-they're really mean."
Bill held up his hand. He smirked over his shoulder at the childlike ghost. "Don't worry." His gaze landed on the two before him. "I got this."
"Bill, you need to conserve your magic," Ford warned.
"Tough guy, huh?" the taller prankster grunted.
"Come on, Sixer, it's just a little fun," Bill countered.
"I can't watch!" Jasper cried and held his hands over his eyes. The chubby fingers parted so he could see through the holes.
Bill snapped his fingers and a jolt of pain shot through the ectoplasmic arm forcing him to the ground. The taller ghost yelled while holding onto his wounded arm. The shorter one stared up in alarm at the demon who now towered over them with eyes glowing.
"Hey, hey, we-we were just goofin' around," the shorter prankster blubbered.
"Yeah, no need to get all crazy," the taller one added looking from Bill to his friend.
"The phantoms of pain," Bill demanded. "Bring them here now."
The pranksters grinned. "You're making a big mistake," the taller one said.
The shorter one slapped his friend with the back of his hand. "Hey, the git wants to meet them, let's be a good man and get 'em for him."
With sly smirks the two pranksters melted through the floorboards. Bill stretched his neck then turned back to the other two with both arms in the air. Ford shook his head while Jasper shook.
The small ghost floated towards Bill and took his arm in both of his hands. "You don't know what you're doing," the ghost pleaded, too frightened for his new friend's welfare to delight in the pranksters being bested. "They're-they're gonna think you summoned them."
"But I did summon them," Bill said tilted his head to the side.
"Oh, that's just what a wanted to hear," a voice said from behind.
Bill swiftly turned to see two of the ghosts he and Ford ventured to meet. Ford's breathing hitched as he suddenly wondered if this was a mistake. Jasper shrunk behind Ford. Bill, however, greeted the new acquaintance with a steady grin.
With a sigh Stan slowly made his way down the steps and back to where his car waited in the driveway. He glanced over his shoulder to make out the silhouette of the woman who just minutes ago had been his betrothed from behind the blinds. He knew she watched and for that reason alone he sneered at the window and without another look in her direction moved on towards the vehicle.
Just as his hand reached for the door a head popped up from the backseat causing Stan to yell and fall backwards. The back door opened and the female twin jumped out. Trying her best to stifle her laughter she helped the old man to his feet.
"Mabel, sweetie, what are you doing here?" Stan asked. "You could gave me a heart attack."
"You and Dipper snuck out and were acting all suspicious," the girl said lifting her arms. "So I hid in the backseat not making a noise." She looked over to see the front door shut then back at Stan. "That was too quick. What happened?"
The girl then noticed her relative firmly gripping something in his hand. She reached for the fist only for Stan to jerk it away. His grip loosened with the quick motion causing the ring to slip between his fingers, bounce twice, then land in front of Mabel's shoe.
The brunette bent down to pick it up and Stan didn't bother to stop her, they would find out eventually. It was the same ring she watched Susan fiddle with at the bridal shop a few days prior.
"Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked barely audible.
"Eh, don't worry about it," he said forcing a smile. "Me and Sue never would've worked anyway. She's too classy and well...dull." He scratched at his face. "And she looks weird."
Mabel gasped at hearing him talk that way about the woman he loved.
Stan laughed. "You know what, Mabel, it's better this way." He pumped his fist then said, "I can't believe I was about to waste my life with someone so plain and boring. There's plenty of better picks out there, ain't no point in bein' sad over a bottom of the barrel chick."
"Grunkle Stan, you don't mean that," Mabel argued.
Stan snatched the ring from his niece and tossed it in the air then caught it as it fell back to earth.
"I'll give this to someone more deserving," Stan declared. Mabel watched speechless as Stan stepped into the driver's seat of the car. "Now let's go pick up your brother."
Mabel took another look in the direction of Lazy Susan's house. Her heart aching she opened the passenger side door and climbed inside.
Stan started off before the girl fastened her seatbelt. It didn't take much time driving for them to catch up with Dipper who walked with his gaze on the ground. The male twin only looked up when he heard the car slow to a stop. Seeing Stan and Mabel staring at him he sighed and hurried inside the vehicle.
Once in the safety of the car Dipper kept his head down so that neither of his family members could see the bruise he knew he sported on his mouth. Mabel would likely ask questions when they arrived home, but he trusted she wouldn't tattle to either of their great-uncles. From the front Mabel peered over at her brother, sensing something amiss, but decided she'd inquire later.
The girl stared into the rear-view mirror on the outside of her door. She turned to look out the back windshield then glanced over at her great-uncle who, despite how he tried, couldn't hide the hurt in his eyes.
"Grunkle Stan, please go back," Mabel begged. "It's not too late."
"What-what's too late?" Dipper asked.
"I already told you to drop it," Stan said. "Me and Susan are done."
"What?" Dipper exclaimed.
Stan and Mabel sat quietly. The girl sent her brother a look that told him she'd explain things later. In the light of a passing restaurant Mabel got a good look at the bruise on Dipper's mouth. She narrowed her eyes cluing Dipper in that they'd also discuss his encounter with Robbie when they got a moment.
"And you know what?" Stan announced. "I'm not even sad." He cackled and tossed the ring. He missed catching it and it fell on the floor and rolled underneath Mabel's seat.
A few minutes later the car parked in front of the Mystery Shack. All three stepped out of the vehicle, the doors shutting in a rhythmic round. Stan hurried up the stairs with the twins following at a slower pace.
Mabel and Dipper snuck into the kitchen to grab a bag of ice for her brother's mouth. Dipper quickly explained what transpired with Robbie and Mabel only sighed. The two decided it was best not to tell Wendy lest it make things worse for her as far as Robbie was concerned.
The door to Stan's room had been left open. The two heard the sounds of hangers rattling and drawers slamming. Two heads poked into Stan's room to see him stuffing a suitcase with clothes and other various items.
"Grunkle Stan, what are you doing?" Mabel asked.
Stan started at the voice then turned to see the twins. He considered scolding them for entering his room without permission, but in lieu of what happened he figured they deserved an explanation.
"Look, kids, me ending this engagement with Susan got me thinkin,'" Stan said. "My life's coming to a close an' I ain't got time to waste on some goody-two-shoes boring tart from this town." He spoke her name in disgust wondering why he even gave her a second chance. "
"You're leaving?" Dipper asked.
"Sure am, kid," Stan said. He noticed the ice bag in Dipper's hand then saw the swelling bruise on his lip. He opted not to ask, but knew wherever he had gone earlier had something to do with it. He figured Dipper would share what happened when he felt ready. Not wanting to ruin his new mood, Stan smiled with his hands on his hips. "I'm headin' out to Vegas in the morning."
The twins gaped at their great-uncle. Sure he had shipped them off to stay with Soos and Abuelita last summer when he took an impromptu visit to Las Vegas, but that time had been for celebration; they feared the reason behind his vacation this go round.
"Grunkle Stan," Mabel began. She looked to Dipper then back to her guardian. "Don't you think this is a little extreme."
"What's extreme?" Stan exclaimed. "I'm gonna win me some cash and find me some babes. Much better pickin's there than here with the likes of Lazy Susan." He wrinkled his nose. "Sheesh, what a mistake I almost made tying myself to her." He pushed the teens out of his room. "You two run along, I'll let Ford know when he gets back."
The twins exchanged glances.
"I don't feel right about this," Mabel said.
"Well, maybe a vacation will do him some good," Dipper considered.
"But he's heartbroken," Mabel replied.
Dipper sighed. "Maybe, but you know, it's not our place," he said. In the back of his mind Dipper hoped that Stan would offer to take them on his vacation with him; he had wanted to visit Vegas at some point in his life.
Mabel nodded. The two walked away from the door and up to the attic bedroom. The girl continued to look over her shoulder. There was no doubt in her mind that Stan still loved Susan, but was too proud to admit his heartbreak. At that moment she decided while Stan was away she'd do everything in her power to convince Susan to take him back.
Bill stood a few feet ahead of Ford. Both humans stared into the eyes of the grinning phantoms. Jasper clutched Ford's shoulder.
The phantoms of pain, one male and one female, looked over their potential victims. They were both dressed in leather with nails protruding from their bald heads. The female grinned and wiggled her fingers already visualizing what she planned to do with the two men involving a staple gun.
"So which of you summoned us?" the male asked.
Bill opened his mouth to speak when Jasper flew through Ford and grabbed hold of Bill's arm.
"Don't," Jasper pleaded. "I like you, friend Bill. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Mind your manners, Jasper," the female said. She materialized a hook and slid it through the ghost's abdomen. Jasper yelled as he was tossed to the floor behind them. Her green eyes landed on Bill and Ford. "We have guests."
"I'm Nailhead," the male introduced himself. He then motioned to the other. "This is Pincushion." The girl waved as her name was spoken. "So," he said folding his hands in front of himself. "Which of you summoned us?"
"I did," Ford answered moving next to Bill.
"No, I did," Bill argued.
"But it was my idea," Ford said to the hosts while staring at Bill.
"Ooh, so it's a two for one," Pincushion said with a laugh.
Without tearing his eyes away from their opponents Ford said gravely to Bill. "I don't know how deadly they are. I only know they can't cause harm unless you summon them." He clenched his fists, groaned, then added, "But now we're at their mercy."
"Oh?" Bill asked while looking at Ford. His gaze switched to that of the two phantoms. His lips curved into a smirk. "This should be fun."
The two looked up just as Pincushion slammed Bill against the wall. His head lulled and a line of blood trickled out his mouth and down his chin. The female phantom grinned with the metal stake through Bill's stomach.
Bill chuckled catching the ghost off guard. Gold eyes glanced up and his white teeth slightly stained red grinned at his assailant.
"Nice shot," he said with a laugh. Pincushion gasped as Bill yanked the object from his abdomen. "Now it's my turn."
He returned the favor stabbing her through the neck. Pincushion only smiled as her skin healed around the stake now embedded into her flesh.
"So no physical attack can stop you?" Bill asked.
Pincushion shook her head. "We welcome pain." She held her hand out to Bill. "And we welcome you to join us. Forever."
"Tempting offer," Bill said tilting his head to the side. "But I'm afraid I must decline."
He gripped the edge of the stake that stuck out of Pincushion's neck and used his magic to send a thousand electric volts through the metal. The woman screamed in a mix of pain and delight. Bill couldn't hide his smile, knowing his old friends would have welcomed the two phantoms as a part of their gang.
Ford looked up as Nailhead approached him.
"Your friend has a natural talent," the male phantom spoke as he watched Bill electrocute his partner.
"Bill's an expert," Ford replied. "He's been in this game for thousands of years."
"It could be fun to have a third member in our party," Nailhead said more to himself.
"Sorry to disappoint, but we're here on business," Ford responded.
The creature turned to face Ford. An eyebrow lifted. "Haven't I met you before?"
"It's a possibility," Ford answered. "I traveled through countless dimensions for thirty years."
The phantom studied Ford's face a little longer then smiled. "Oh, yes, I remember you." He chuckled. "I tried to trick you into admitting you summoned me." He laughed louder. "And now you came of your own free will." He held out his arms. "You won't escape this time."
Ford stood still as he felt the supernatural energy surround him. He glanced over at Bill with hopes that this would give him the chance to step into the Mindscape.
"I already know what I'll do first," Nailhead announced. "Forgive me if I'm too forward, I have been anticipating your return." He nodded over in the direction where Jasper watched while shaking. "He talks about you nonstop."
"That's not at all flattering," Ford groaned.
"I agree," Nailhead replied. "Well, no matter. Let us begin."
With a wave of his hand Ford was forced against the wall. He yelled out at the sting of a hundred sharp pricks. The author looked down to see tacks sticking out of his arms, legs, and stomach.
"What a reaction," Nailhead exclaimed. "Let's try it again with something more."
Ford watched as the phantom materialized a hundred three inch long nails. The human shut his eyes, bracing himself for the next attack.
Bill looked over at the sound of Ford's shouts. He snarled at the sight of nails poking out of his lover's body. He rushed for Ford only for a leash made out of barbed wire enclosed around his neck. Two more surrounded his wrists and he felt himself being pulled back. The blond fell to the ground, the loose metal wires scraped at his skin.
"You're not going anywhere," Pincushion sang. She yanked Bill close. Long fingernails moved through Bill's scalp, caressing his curls.
Ford looked over at Bill and internally prayed for that third eye to appear.
Bill produced a flame that melted the metal leashes from his body.
Again Bill rushed for Ford to slam into a glass barrier. He fell backwards, his nose and mouth bleeding from the impact. Bill sat up, wiping the scarlet from his face. Now he could see the invisible forcefield similar to the one that barricaded him and his crew inside the town during his reign over reality.
"You can't interrupt," Pincushion said as she stepped behind her victim. Bill looked over his shoulder from where he still sat on the wooden floor. The female phantom smiled. "As long as Nailhead is entertaining your friend, you can't interfere."
"I can endure it, Bill," Ford called.
"Just what I like to hear," Nailhead said.
Bill pounded on the glass wall as Nailhead inserted long needles into Ford's cheek. Bill glanced down at his finger to see a faint glowing. He shut his eyes to will the third eye open. Bill lost focus when he heard Ford yell. He gasped at the sight of the same needle protruding out of Ford's nostril while Nailhead scraped around inside Ford's nose. Blood poured at a steady rate from the opening, raining over Nailhead's hand and Ford's shirt.
The needle was yanked out causing another yell from the victim. Droplets of blood splattered on the wood floor, the torture instrument discarded next to the crimson paint.
"Forget the mission, Stanford!" Bill yelled. He pivoted and glared at Pincushion. "I swear if you don't let him go, I'll do worse to you."
Pincushion grinned. "I'd like to see you try," she taunted.
Nailhead removed Ford's glasses. He reached only for the phantom to shove another set of nails into his arms just above and below the elbows. Ford lowered his arms and begged for his tormentor to return to his glasses. Bill growled and the glowing on his finger brightened.
"What's that?" Pincushion asked, pointing to the gold, glowing markings.
Bill never heard her as he focused all his hatred on the other phantom.
"The eyes are sensitive," Nailhead said. "You humans rely so heavily on your sense of vision." He folded the glasses and said, "Perhaps I'll pierce your eyeballs this next time. Or maybe sew your eyelids shut."
"Stupid idea, Nailhead," Pincushion called from the other side of the barricade. "Then how will he see the next torture coming?"
Nailhead grinned. "The inability to see my next move will make him that much more anxious."
"You have a point," the female said with a slight nod.
Bill jumped to his feet. Pincushion gasped as the demon's hands erupted in blue flames. She then smiled as he held out his palms against the forcefield. An energy surge assualted the glass. The power ricocheted off the stronger forcefield sending Bill flying against the wall. His back smacked against the wood causing him to fall face first on the floor.
"I told you, you can't interfere," Pincushion said.
"Oh, shut your mouth," Bill snapped and rushed the barricade again. He doubled his energy against the invisible wall only for the magic to bounce back and tumble him to the floor. Bill heaved as the wind had been knocked out of him. He turned over onto his side to cough as he deeply inhaled.
"Perhaps I'll save the eyes for later," Nailhead said and let the glasses fall to the floor. One of the lenses broke free from the frames, and spun twice before landing on the wood plank.
Ford pulled against the restraints, but the nails kept him in place. He groaned and yelled as the sharp objects tore at his flesh.
Bill punched at the forcefield. He hissed as sharp pains pulsed through his fingers and up his arm. From behind he heard the female phantom's laugh. With an unearthly snarl he rounded on the creature and pinned her up against the wall. She looked down to see the a bright glow from inside her abdomen. At that point she noticed the demon's hand had formed into the shape of a machete which stabbed her through.
Bill yanked his arm free and his fingers again returned to their normal form. Blood dripped from his newly formed appendages. Any victory or vengeance he could have felt vanished when the wound regenerated leaving only a white scar in its wake.
Bill turned his head as he heard Ford's screams. Nailhead had attached wires to several of the nails that had been shoved into Ford's skin. With a snap of his fingers electric currents assaulted the human. Bill watched as Ford thrashed while the high voltage seared him through.
The blond slammed against the barricade now certain this had been a mistake.
The electrocution ceased for a moment to give Ford a chance to breathe. He looked over at Bill who watched horrified. The glow of the bond marks increased. Bill gritted his teeth and prepared to break the forcefield.
Ford lifted his head. "Bill, don't!" he cried. "You-you have to search." With what little energy remained he forced out, "Quickly." After two more deep breaths he followed with, "I-I can endure." Ford forced himself to take in oxygen. "Do it, or all-all-all this has all been in vain."
"What are you talking about?" Nailhead said. He looked from Ford to Bill then back to Ford.
Pincushion reached for Bill only for a strong force to repel her hand. She looked down at the lacerations on her palm then stared up at the creature whose entire eyes had turned white.
"This is a strange power," Pincushion cried. "I can't touch him."
Still shaking Bill shut his eyes. Ford smiled and Nailhead started as the third eye on Bill's forehead formed and opened. A blinding white eye illuminated the cabin.
Bill opened his eyes to find himself back in the Mindscape. He looked around to see he was in the foyer of the fearamid. The blond pumped his fist and jumped at the success, but all pride quickly faltered when he remembered the torture Ford willingly endured to get him inside.
Bill turned down the hallway and ran. A gold light just ahead directed him to where he would find the knowledge necessary to defeat the phantoms of pain. He reached a locked door. After two unsuccessful pulls, Bill pooled the energy of the lifted bond and kicked it off the hinges. He ran inside to see a vast library that reached beyond his view. The ongoing shelves were stocked full of books, tomes, and scrolls. Some of the knowledge predated the current dimension's time itself.
He snatched the illuminated book from the shelf and flipped it open. His eyes scanned the only way to defeat the phantoms of pain once they had given themselves over to their domain. Bill clicked his tongue and thought over how he would go about the process, as there was no way to truly destroy them, only transfer victims.
With the information in his brain he shoved the book back in place and rushed out of the library.
He stopped the instant he stood in the hallway. The gold eyes shut and he chanted the incantation for the Locator spell he used just last night. Blue light circled around him for a few seconds then darted ahead. Bill's feet took off passing through various doors that held locked memories. One day he'd have the chance to visit each one, but for now Ford needed him.
His boots stomped up the staircase. The light turned off on the fifth floor and Bill followed. He rushed down the corridor where the blue light ended by two identical massive doors, save the writing on the brass plaques in the center of the doors. The blue light stopped in front of the one to the right. He halted himself just short of slamming into the door. Written on a plaque were the words: Memories of Kryptos.
Bill grinned. He reached his hand for the knob and the light from the Locator spell doused. His fingers coiled around the knob and he mentally thanked Ford for enduring that kind of torture to give them the means to discover their enemy's potential weakness.
For a reason he couldn't explain Bill glanced over at the door to the left. He quickly returned his attention to the current door, when the words written on the left door's sign. Instantly he released the knob and moved to the opposite entrance. His heart rate tripled and he wondered if his eyes had failed him.
Rereading it for the fifth time Bill's lips curved upwards.
Written on the brass plaque on the left door was: Restoration of Bill Cipher.
GASP! Oh dear. What will Bill choose? What will become of poor Ford back in the cabin?
A few closing notes on this chapter. Clearly Jasper is based on Casper the Friendly Ghost. As for the phantoms of pain, I'm almost certain they are designed after the cenobites from the Hellraiser movies (in particular Pinhead) by how they look and the brief description of what they do. The names Nailhead and Pincushion are plays on Pinhead from those movies. I've never actually watched any of the movies all the way through, but the clips I viewed while researching for this chapter are pretty disturbing.
Again, I apologize for the long wait, but I hope this chapter was worth it. Happy Gravity Falls day to you all. :)