The rift tore across the heavens at a breakneck pace, splitting the sky in a kaleidoscopic eruption of otherworldly power. Trees once untouched deepened in hue as they submissively bowed to their rulers: the tingling gusts, the cascades of strange, the whims of an interdimensional desire finally unleashed.

Dipper sucked in a huge breath as soon as the seal on his princely gift released itself, body rejoicing in the utter ecstasy Weirdmageddon granted him at such a ghastly scale. Pine Tree realized in a smacking wave how he missed having the world at his fingertips, overwhelmed with possibilities, being stronger, more capable, fully appreciative of his connection with Bill Cipher and his mastery of the mind. He realized all that in a moment, smiling widely despite the obvious disaster expansion was causing. His fingertips tickled proudly in anticipation, eyes darting to the old man gravely watching his work. Bill! Bill, we did it!

Their connection was stronger than ever. You did it. I couldn't have done it without you, my love. He rejoiced in his excitement, golden magic soon swirling around him. "This is amazing. Better than I had ever imagined." The blond winked at Mabel. "The demons have left since the barrier broke. You'll be safe now. I need to see Dipper." That said, he teleported with ease to his lover's side, taking in the sweet male before him. He kissed him immediately.

The teen wrapped his arms around Bill's neck, passionately returning the ravishing affection. His insides burned blissfully, beyond anything he'd felt before. Dipper's knowledge that Bill was free, that they were going to live on together, strive together, forevermore, gave the brunet every triumph he could hope to imagine. His tongue peeked lovingly to meet his boyfriend's lips, reveling in the pure emotion coursing through him. I love you so much, Bill. You're really . . . really free.

Bill pulled the younger impossibly closer, his own blood boiling. He pulled away, panting softly, golden eye half-lidded. "I know. Where would you like to go first, love?"

"No, no, I can't," he laughed, flushed with warmth. "You're the one who deserves to choose. You've waited for forever! Come on, you first." Practically glimmering, the younger took his king's hand reassuringly in his own, curled hair blowing in the wind. A smile played over his lips. "Afterwards, we can check on everyone at the Shack. If you'd like that."

"Dipper . . ." Bill breathed. He couldn't believe how much he loved him. "I'll choose a location, but are you sure you don't want to say goodbye to your family yet?"

"Might as well say goodbye to all of us on this forsaken planet," Ford answered for him, scowling up at the rift. "Do you have any idea what you just let out? Your freedom has cost the life of the universe!"

Bill opted to ignore the old man even though he could eviscerate him with a glare. The blond solely focused on his young lover, grinning.

Dipper sighed at the outburst, shaking his head. "Great-uncle Ford already gave me this speech earlier. He thinks the rift will grow out of control if we don't stop it," the male explained, offering a brighter smile to match Bill's gorgeous one. "We can handle it, though, right? Spread magic, mystery, and fun all around and still keep everybody safe."

The blond nodded. "Why, of course we can control it! I'm more powerful than I was before." He winked, squeezing Dipper's hand. "Everything will be fine. Ol' Fordsy's just a worrywort." The truth was always harder to face than the lies. Ford had a good reason to be worried.

Dipper couldn't help the satisfaction at hearing those words out loud, laughing softly. "He'll find out that he won't regret it soon enough, huh?" The prince glanced back at his kin, continuing to grin. "Thanks. Guess we'll see you later tonight?"

Ford didn't appear particularly glad, but he acknowledged him. "Where are you taking him, Bill?"

Bill shrugged, seeing as he still hadn't decided on a particular location. "Probably to see the world with me. Ya' know, places like New York or France." He started to smirk, a laugh coming up. "Or! Maybe my family, the Pyramids of Giza!"

"I'm so excited!" Dipper gushed cheerfully, laughing along. "Let's go, Bill! I've always wanted to see those places! This is going to be so cool!"

Ford stared hard at the older of them. "You'd better keep your promise."

Bill nodded, gazing at Ford. "I will. As best as I can . . ." he told him, trying not to let Dipper's anticipation affect his response.

"Then . . . enjoy yourselves. I'm going to meet my brother and make certain things haven't taken a turn for the worst," Ford said, unlatching a recently-invented ray gun from its makeshift holster then glaring suspiciously into the shifting forest. "But I'll be miserably darned if I didn't think you've just made a horrible mistake." He paused, a shadow covering his features. "Or maybe it was me. Who knows?"

A bit of worry was now etched into Bill's face, as he couldn't ignore the man completely. It messed up his excited mood and he felt nervous instead. Maybe this was a mistake . . . He couldn't be sure anymore.

"Bill?" Dipper inquired, pressing himself affectionately into his boyfriend's embrace, eyes shining with concerned innocence. "Are you ready?"

Bill focused on Dipper, attitude changing. He let a smile appear again on his lips. "To travel the world with you? Yes. Definitely. Absolutely." He laughed.

The brunet beamed, reminded of Mabel. "Then what are you waiting for?"

"Um . . . are you sure don't you want to say goodbye to your sister?"

He laughed. "You should know by now that if I say anything then I won't be leaving until the party's over," Dipper stated jokingly. "Besides, I wouldn't want you to have to wait any longer. We'll be back in time tonight!"

Bill gave in, squeezing Dipper's hand. "Here we go."

He took a breath and for the first time in forever, teleported far away from Gravity Falls.

They found themselves on a bustling, metropolitan street, the skyscrapers reaching up towards a brilliant blue sky. Cars stacked slowly along the packed road, the air filled with the sounds of livelihood.

Dipper's smile grew. "New York, huh? Where exactly are we?"

Before Bill could respond, a group of passerby shouted at them.

"Hey! You boys!" a fashionably dressed woman piped, her arm looped through that of a man. "How'd ya' do that? You some kind of magicians?"

"Yes. Yes we are," Bill told them, tipping his hat at them and giving them a wink. "Just practicing for a show." He glanced at Dipper. "My apprentice and I were on our way, so if you'll excuse us . . ." He took the opportunity to walk down the street, still holding Dipper's hand. I figured we could walk around for a bit. Although, I kinda had a fantasy about directing my own twist on a Broadway musical . . .

Okay. Interesting, he thought in return, laughing quietly, the surrounding noise drowning it out. He took in the city's view as they continued to travel. Everything was modern, vivid, and . . . shockingly normal. Boy, that was close . . . It's like they've never seen anything weird around here in their lives . . .

They probably haven't. We're not in Kansas anymore, kid.

But . . . we were never in Kansas. Dipper smiled, coughing as a taxi blew exhaust in his face. "Oh, yeesh. Definitely not Kansas." He coughed again, turning his head from the street. His beam returned at seeing a break in the line of shops. Greenery peeked out in the distance. "Bill! Isn't that Central Park?"

Bill followed his gaze, spotting the trees and grass beyond. "Yeah, actually! Oh! There's a small lake where you can rent boats to ride. It's actually quite romantic." He led him towards the park, but had to wait to cross the busy road.

Dipper bounced on his feet as soon as they made it, giving Bill's hand another squeeze. "I've only ever seen this place in pictures! It's so much cooler in person!"

"Welcome to your dreams!" he exclaimed, eagerly pulling them towards the lake.

"You know very well that I'm not dreaming, Bill!" he shot back, reminded of the time they boarded a pirate ship in his mind. That encounter with imagined sirens . . . having to perform a rescue with Bill, riding away with the thrill of spellbinding magic in his perfectly human system . . . It was the night he decided to trust Bill. The very first one. He blushed. "I can't believe how happy I am that you became my friend, Bill." And my boyfriend.

The blond's cheeks flushed alongside the other's. "Me too. I'm glad you decided to trust me. I owe it to you, my love." He walked towards a stock of available rowboats, pulled a negative twelve dollar bill out of his pocket, and paid the attendant. He pushed the boat toward the edge of the lake and into the water before she could say anything. "You first," Bill said, gesturing for Dipper to get in.

"That was fast," the brunet laughed, stepping in. The small boat rocked dangerously in the water under his weight, and he quickly sat down, letting the sloshing waters stabilize. Another heaving breath of amusement left the teen beaming afterwards. "I'd never really thought that we'd spend our first free moments of Weirdmageddon out on a rental boat in Central Park."

Bill laughed. "Me neither, but you know, it's romantic and I felt it was a nice touch." He stepped into the boat and grabbed a few paddles.

Dipper leaned casually in his seat, foot nudging against Bill's for a moment in an effort to not step on the life jackets that were tucked underneath them. The water shimmered with the sun's reflection, ducks making way for their vessel, everything absolutely tranquil. "I have to agree," he said comfortably, watching his lover and the scenery behind him. "Do you want me to row with you?"

"Sure," the blond replied, happily passing a paddle to him. His stomach tingled gleefully. This is so much fun!

Dipper matched Bill's pace, grin widening. It was such a simple thing for them to do. But he might as well have been rocketing through space — he enjoyed it so much he couldn't tell the difference. "Guessing you like New York?"

"It's a nice city and all, but it gets really crowded at times." Bill glanced at all the people also out on the water. "Tourists too, like us."

"Yeah," he said, smile soft. "This is interesting compared to Piedmont. It's bustling. Expressive." You know so much more than me about the world. But somehow, it feels as if it's both of our first times.

The older agreed, humming gently. It is. It's different to see the world in person than through eyes.

He nodded, smiling as he gave the paddles one last round of strength before letting them ease into a floating stop in the center of the lake. The boat continued to bob afterwards. "I'm surprised how quiet it is here," he mused, looking around at the activity, near-muted by the water's expansive surface. "Seems as if we would never have any peace for our ears." He laughed at that, grinning at Bill.

He returned the expression, leaning closer. "I'm happy you opened my world. Thank you so much."

"Welcome," he breathed in return, heat rising to his cheeks in generous amounts. Even as far out as New York, he could feel his and Bill's power strengthening. And it was beautiful.

Another boat skirted the waters past them, a healthy, young family brimming with curious joy. The mother held her son as he reached his hand into the wake, her daughter cheerily trying to name each of the wildlife that they came across, the father paddling strongly, smile proud and amused. They paid no heed to the duo until they had well made their way by, when the little boy gave an exaggerated wave at them. "Ahoooyyy!"

"Ahoy, mate! Captain Cipher at your service!" Bill waved back, smirking with an eyebrow raised, having a great time until . . . he felt something in his gut, an instinct probably. He glanced at Dipper, worry darkening his visage. "We need to get back to the shore."

Wha—? The brunet furrowed his brows, helping along with the rowing. He experienced a brief tremor in their connection. The waters suddenly seemed gray, but no one appeared to notice. Dipper set aside his paddles once they docked. He moved into a slow stand. Everything was normal again. What's going on? "I-is there . . . Did you want to do anything else?"

The demons are here . . . spreading Weirdmageddon, Bill told him, leaving the boat behind in favor of the park while a dark cloud passed over the city.

The prince shuffled closer to his king as the people surrounding them began to turn their heads upward, many of them commenting wearily about rain or the sort. He was shocked to witnesses how quickly the odds were turning to Weirdmageddon's favor. Oregon was an entire country's length away, after all. How long do you think we have until it's actually gone global?

Bill made a face, nose scrunched up in thought. A couple of hours. Not long. He took them to find some shelter when lighting struck a tree and it turned pink. Rain came down, but it was chocolate. "Definitely Weirdmageddon . . ."

Everyone above the age of conceived was participating in some kind of ultimate commotion. Grown men were tripping over themselves in disbelief and simply because the ground became an ant's sopping decadence. Women screamed, shielding their babies and expensive dresses while they dashed madly for the closest cover, the ones with high-heels either joining the grown men on the slippery pavement or managing to look exquisitely ridiculous. Kids made a screaming show of freaking out.

Thus, Dipper and Bill went relatively unnoticed throughout the transformation. The brunet, though a tad guilty, couldn't help but laugh. Pine Tree blamed his rejoicing powers. Dipper glanced at Bill. I wonder how the rest of the world is fairing.

Bill examined the scene, completely silent. Normally he would have been laughing at all the chaos, but now . . . he just wasn't sure of anything anymore, his fluctuating emotions making it hard to make the situation out to be good or bad.

"Are you . . .?" Dipper trailed off, biting his lip. His emotional high dampened while he took in Bill's conflicting stance. "Hey, as long as we have control over the rift, everyone's going to be fine. These New Yorkers are just . . . really surprised."

"Thank you for trying to make me feel better. I appreciate it. But . . ." He couldn't put his finger on the feeling. Guilt? He didn't think so . . .

But what? the younger asked, slightly disappointed that the male wasn't as happy as he thought he'd be. He took his lover's hand in his own, lacing their fingers, heart giving a pang as he lovingly waited for him to finish.

Bill couldn't help himself at that point, smiling down at his prince. Nevermind. Thank you so much. Bill dipped down, giving the other a beautiful kiss, heart soaring.

Dipper moaned softly, passion igniting in his tummy while he stood taller, draping his arms needingly around Bill's neck. His lips parted as he shamelessly deepened the kiss, eyes affectionately half-lidded, a rosy hue to his smooth cheeks. I love you, he affirmed, hugging Bill flush to himself.

Bill's cheeks burned, eye closed as he simply took in the magnificent love that shimmered through their connection, making him feel giddy. I love you too, he responded, leaning into his lover's gentle touches, lips in perfect bliss.

The brunet shared in the moment for a while longer, the cacophony of Weirdmageddon drowned out by their love. Eventually, he pulled away for air, everything burning wonderfully. "W-where do you want to go next?" he huffed in his daze, grin sugary.

"Paris, France! The demons haven't gotten that far yet!" Bill grinned, ecstatic. Let's go! He nearly cheered vocally, teleporting them with all the power of Weirdmageddon and laughing along the way.

Dipper's brain hardly registered the change. One heartbeat he was standing amidst a chaotic Central Park, and the next he found himself in a quaintly cultural setting in what he presumed to be Paris in the middle of the night. Luckily, this time they appeared in an empty alleyway, the cobbled floor basked in the warm, illuminated glow of candlelight coming from a restaurant's window. Most of the other shops were dark. The brunet blinked, eyes adjusting to the contrast. "This is undoubtedly one of the coolest things I've ever done," he stated, laughing with a blush. "So . . . uh, something about kissing at the top of the Eiffel Tower?"

The blond's own blush returned at full force. "I suppose. Or we could enjoy a nice meal at this restaurant," Bill suggested, glancing at the window. Something about this place made him feel cozy and fuzzy inside.

He beamed. "Whichever appeals more to you, I suppose." Dipper gave Bill a hug because he could, cheeks flushed. "Both sound great." Though I bet most of the late-night diners are full of wine-drinkers right now. Might want to avoid that.

Touché. Bill chuckled, teleporting them to the top observation deck of the Eiffel Tower, in a shadowed corner where nobody could spot them. The city's speckled lights gleamed up at the two. "So . . ." the blond trailed, grinning down at the younger male.

"So." Dipper chuckled, smiling sweetly in turn. Even though his gaze was captivated with Bill, he could tell the view of Paris was spectacular, with its glimmering lights and buses and cars still bustling about. His heart gave a joyful leap, smaller hands reaching for the older's sweater as he stood on his tiptoes, igniting an adoring kiss. It was somehow more exciting than usual, splendid sensations coursing through their connection. L-love this . . . I love you, Bill.

Bill kissed back, lips pressed against the younger's in passion, feeling energy around the both of them. The city of love was living up to his expectations, causing sensations to explode and amplify their love. Je t'aime toujours.

Je t'aime . . . The brunet melted into their affectionate embrace, softly tilting his head to access a world of appreciated love and pleasure. How perfect they were together, how fitting their devotions. Dipper thought of nothing but Bill. There was no pain in their fire, its power consuming but the knowledge of outside troubles and making the prince's being warm considerably. You're the true magic of Weirdmageddon, Bill, Dipper told him upon a second's gasp for air, face pink and charmed. A mirthful laugh tumbled inside of him, coming out as a breathy giggle of sorts, arms still wrapped around his soulmate. He went for another kiss.

At that marvelous comment, the older's face flushed a deeper red, heart pounding in his ears as he stared at the younger with an adoring look in his eye. At first he didn't think he could come up with a reply. The strength of the passion he felt was overwhelming, but he managed to make out something. Ah, t-thanks so much. He let Dipper kiss him again, melting into him, into their combined warmth and love.

They could have kissed from dusk to dawn if they decided to, but Dipper eventually put some space between them, blushing brightly. His lips felt profoundly blessed, tingling and wet, the feeling of Bill's own ghosting over even as he pulled away. Bill was so welcome. So, so welcome.

Bill's lips parted, finding the air he needed, and he wrapped his arms around the younger to pull him in for some cuddles. It felt so good to be free. His gaze moved out towards the clandestine view of Paris. He had seen it before, but not first-hand. He loved it.

"Mmm, Bill . . ." Dipper murmured, resting comfortably in their hug. His eyes finally met the scene, smile on his face. It's . . . peaceful.

Yeah, the blond agreed. This is everything I dreamed of and more.

"Me too," he said, leaning closer. He didn't think he could be happier for Bill.

Right as Dipper started to moon over their love and the spectacular nighttime view, a gasp went off nearby, followed by a flurry of French voices. He stood taller, anticipation sinking in.

Bill? he prompted, looking around.

Bill noticed the other people taking a step towards them. Then in perfect French he asked, "Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?"

A man shakily handed him a phone with live news coverage of Weirdmageddon having made it to other countries.

He handed the phone back. "Merci beaucoup." Bill nodded and turned to Dipper. It's happening faster than I thought.

Dipper paused, watching the people huddle up again, at a loss for words. His thoughts and worries began tumbling, gaze flittering to Bill. He couldn't help but wonder what sorts of terror his parents were in. There was no way they could have adjusted to weirdness' apparent existence. They must be so afraid. His mouth thinned. It is, he responded, checking the sky for signs of change. Nothing yet. How big is the rift?

I'm not sure. The older frowned, his troubled eye glancing at the sky too but finding nothing. Regret started to pile up, but the blond shoved it away, trying to ignore the pit in his stomach.

You haven't c-checked? Dipper replied shakily. He wanted to smile, but everyone's reactions were eating at him.

No. I wanted to put that all behind me, but . . . And so it began, the gnawing guilt. Bill did his best to hide it from the other. I really just wanted to hang out with you and not worry about all this . . . he thought quietly.

But his wish couldn't be fulfilled. As soon as he returned his attention to the sky, he spotted a figure on the horizon. One of the demons had made it to Europe.

Bill . . . Dipper began, actual concern filtering through his mood. What did we get ourselves into?