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Paper, Author of the Fanfic


Mabel knew by the seriousness of Dipper's voice that he wasn't kidding around. "I'll explain on the way." She nodded. Moments later, they were hurriedly getting into the car, speeding down the highways. "Dipper! Slow down! What the heck is going on?!" He didn't change the speed of the car a bit. "Mabel, it's him." She had no idea. She stared at him blankly, confused. Dipper pulled into a gas station and parked. "Mabel, it's HIM." he said, in an even sharper voice. She was still clueless. "MABEL, IT'S BILL!" he yelled.

The color completely drained from her face. She buried her hands in her face and started to cry lightly. After a few minutes she lifted up her head. "Oh my god, Dipper. He's still a-alive?" she said, her words quivering. It was heartbreaking to see her like this since she was always the optimistic one, but with the trauma of Weirdmageddon, it wasn't surprising.

Dipper looked down at his feet and nodded. The two stepped out of the car and hugged each other as the sun began to come up. The hug lasted a good few minutes before they departed and walked into the store.


After ten hours of non-stop driving, Dipper arrived at the town. The old sign came into view, reading, "Welcome to Gravity Falls! Nothing to see here, folks." The trees rushed by the windows as he drove across the gravel road, which was pretty smooth until he came across a pothole, causing the car to bump. It woke up Mabel, who had fallen asleep due to the stress of the situation and exhaustion from crying. Her eyes flicked open as she lifted her head off the ledge of the window where she had rested it. "W-we're here?" she said, weakly. "Yup." He let out a sigh of anxiety. He drummed his fingers on the leather steering wheel.

He looked at his watch. June 14, 2017 - 4:27 PM.

It was going to be a long night.


Two car doors slammed in unison as Dipper and Mabel stepped out the van and walked towards the Mystery Shack. He was used to hearing the chirping of birds and the chatter of paranormal creatures, but all he heard from the forest was a deafening silence . . . wait, no, he could hear whispers . . . dark whispers. The aura was so strong he could feel it from where he was standing. If it got any worse, it could make the barrier they'd put around the house with the unicorn voodoo ineffective when they needed it most. That is, if Bill did come back physically.

His eyes snapped to stare back at the millions of eyes carved in the trees. Everywhere he looked they followed him. He had expected this. Bill was obviously going to be watching him this whole entire time as if it was the party of his life. But he was prepared for it, right? He was prepared for constant insecurity, right?

His breathing quickened. His heartbeat began to race.

Ba-dump thump.

He wanted to look away, to turn his head and tell himself everything would be fine.

Ba-dump thump.

Was Gravity Falls still the same? What about his friends? Trust no one, that's what Ford had said over 30 years ago.

Ba-dump thump.

Mabel lifted her hand towards the doorknob.

Ba-dump thump.

He could feel Bill's gaze on him intensify.

Ba-dump thump.

The doorknob began to turn before Mabel had even grabbed it.

Ba dump thump.

The door opened…

"Hey dudes!" said Soos, who was dressed in his green T-shirt with a question mark, khaki shorts and brown cap. He had gone back to being the handyman over the summer since the Pines brothers were back from their yearly winter boat trip. Dipper held back a sigh of relief. He didn't need anybody knowing he was on edge.

The mechanic wrapped his arms around the twins, bringing them into a hug. "S-Soos, you're c-ch-choking me!" the teenage boy responded in a muffled voice as his face began to turn purple. Soos instantly let the two go as his bright and playful smile appeared on his face. Mabel and Soos walked into the Shack, laughing as they talked.

Dipper stood there, looking towards the woods one last time before he walked in. He wanted to say something to that goddamn triangle jerk.

"Dip, dude, c'mon!" Soos called from the living room.

"Coming!" he yelled back, walking in and shutting the door.


"You guys weren't supposed to come until tomorrow. What's the rush, dudes?" asked Soos as he sat next to his wife, Melody, on the couch that replaced Stan's old yellow chair. They'd gotten married last year. Ford and Stan stood next to each other near the doorway. Wendy leaned against the wall. Mabel, with a glass of fruit punch, and Dipper sat on the wooden chairs across from the couch, the table distancing them from Soos and Melody. He thought about just giving them an awkward laugh and saying, 'Oh, you know! Just excited to see Gravity Falls again!' but he needed to tell them the truth. He grabbed the carafe of coffee that sat on the table and filled his empty mug up to the brim. Might as well get comfortable. He thought.

"Well, it all started in a dream…" he said, taking a long sip from the mug.


It didn't take long for Dipper to explain what had happened. Sure, it was fucking Bill Cipher, but dreams when he came along were short… when he wasn't trying to make a deal with someone, that is. But Dipper hadn't made a deal - and didn't want to, either - with Bill ever since Mabel's Sock Opera. Sheesh, hope that never happens again. He shuddered at the thought of being possessed for a second time.

"So what you're sayin' is that in order to prevent this Weird-whatever apocalypse from happenin' again we gotta keep everyone away from that triangle statue?" said Stan. He nodded. Ford was writing in a red journal with gold corners and a six-fingered hand. In the middle of it, marked in bold black ink, was the number five. Each journal Ford wrote in usually lasted about three years before all the pages got filled up with his discoveries.

Dipper still remembered the day Soos came running into the Shack when he found the first three journals in the woods, unharmed, that morning. It had shocked him even more when he found out that previously burned or ripped pages were recovered. Now, however, he had his own series of blue and silver journals.

"No one has shook that stonified hand for the past four or five years." Ford said, looking up from his busy writing. "But, if anything's true, it's never too late to be cautious." He slammed the book shut and tucked it in his trenchcoat.

Dipper yawned as he reached for his mug. He was on his seventh cup now - and despite drinking so much he was still tired. Mabel slid the mug away from him. "No, Dip. You need sleep." No doubt did sleep sound good, but he wasn't going to give Bill the satisfaction of seeing him surrender to his dreams so easily. If anything, he was going to fight to the death before taking a nap.

"No, Mabes, I gotta stay awake!" he said, sounding like a child, trying to grab the mug out of Mabel's hand as she lifted it up high in the air. Before he could do anything, she handed it to Ford, who dumped it down the kitchen sink along with the rest of the coffee in the pot.

"Dude, seriously, you need to go to bed." said Soos. "Yeah. I mean, from what you and Mabel told us, you've been up since 6am and you drove on the road for ten hours straight. Get some rest, man." Wendy said in agreement. He opened his mouth to protest but Mabel spoke up. "Dipper, I will dump a whole tub of glitter on you."

His weakness. Mabel's glitter.

"Fine, but you owe me." he said as he lazily walked up the stairs to the attic. Mabel said something cheerfully after him but he was too tired to make out what it was. He opened the door.

He was instantly greeted by the large triangle-shaped glass window.


Give the kid a break, Bill! Dang.