The three of them walked to the living room inside the shack. There had been changes to the place over the years, the room now had a full homey set up. It was a strange mix of Soos's grandma, his significant other, and the man himself. Though the changes such as a new ugly old lady sofa set now hugged the corners of the room, one thing remained the same. That constant being, Grunkle Stans disgusting arm chair. It seemed frozen in time, everything from the dirty stains to the nasty old man smell.

Stan walked up to this chair and reclined his body in it. One thing he loved about the place was that his chair was always here. And he would never say it out loud, but he was grateful Soos kept it for him. Occasionally Stan needed a break from adventures and babes. And usually he got that from Gravity Falls as funny as that sounds. The place was crazy, but spending thirty years somewhere makes it home like. He liked it here in this crazy, boring, sleepy town in Organ. Still, it seems his little vacation was going south fast. The words that came out of his nephew next to him, the amount of science whatever conclusions and comparisons were painful. His brother got it, he knew Stan was a simple man who just needed someone to point to what needed to be smashed.

But, he had did this to himself, his thoughts reminded him as he dragged a hand down his face. He did say he would talk about it. For the life of him he wasn't there for some of these things Dipper pulled out of his book. The book the kid had would give Ford a run for his money, must have kept it a secret for years. And he had more than one? Cant say he was happy about that. He should know from experiences with Fords journals that keeping this kind of thing never led to anything good. But what could he do about it, the kid was more like Ford than himself after all.

Always weak to temptations, and not the useful kind of temptations. Why couldn't he be into gold?

"So Im thinking its something like a voodoo creature. Similar to the legends of Africa, see point A B and C. But closer to the Aborigine tribes in Australia. We went over a few other creatures, but is more of an energy, I think, yea... its closer to... a... god? No. Darker. hmm..." Dipper paused then held his hand to his chin. He noticed he missed a bit of stubble and began to play with it.

"Alright, so what are we going to do about it then. You got all these ideas and you arnt giving me any solutions." Stan grumbled.

"Well..." Dipper began, "I mean, you can go in right? Maybe we should figure out why."

Stan leaned back a bit more. "I can go in alone I guess. To check it out more seriously. Maybe ask around."

"Ask around?" Dipper said, confused.

"The weird creatures haven't ran off yet. Didnt see any of those little gnomes around here. Maybe they got an idea on what to do." He then cracked his knuckles, "It would be easy to round them up."

Dipper jolted at this, and then looked at his uncle a revelation crossing his mind. "Magical creatures arnt leaving the forest huh." He mumbled. "Supernatural things, you could say they probably arnt affected by it."

"So you want me to head in or not?" Stan asked.

"No. I dont want you to go in alone. I... I have a call to make." Dipper flipped through his book until he found everything he had on demons. He wished he hadn't left his other volumes at home. But Dipper was a cautious man. He may deny that these books could be dangerous, but he knew better. This one was just full of general knowledge. Knowledge he knew by heart, but liked to review. In a way, on might say, he was proud of them.

How would he go about calling Tad anyway? He wasn't sure what type of demon he was. Each had their own demands, usually it took a circle. Most of the time goats blood. Tad didn't appear to be a demon from christian theology. Egyptian? Those were a pain. He didn't seem to be related to Set. He flipped through till he came to a Navajo myth.

Noqoìlpi, the legendary gambler. He quirked a brow at this one. This could be him. There was no ritual for this particular entity, but he could probably whip something up as long as he had a name and an idea of its origin. He could potentially do something to trap it.

"What are you doing Dipper?" His sister asked. She leaned into him heavily from behind, her arms hanging over his shoulders. He dropped his book at the sudden contact.

"I'm trying to call someone." He said as he picked his book back up.

"Who?"

"Tad Strange."

Mabel laughed and took his book from him "Well, your not going to find a way to call a normal person in your weird homemade nerd book." He got up to grab it from her. "We got a phone book you dork."

Dipper froze at her words. No, it couldn't be that easy.