This is the third story in a new fanfic universe I am trying out. If you're wondering what the other ones are, check my profile. While this is more a self-contained story, some characters and events from my other fics will be mentioned sometimes; there is an MCU reference in this very chapter. Other than that, enjoy!

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The car zoomed down the highway of Maine, USA. Most passerby's, if they managed to catch a glimpse of the clearly speeding vehicle, would see that several suitcases were strapped to the roof of the car, as well as a trailer hitched to the end carrying complicated equipment.

In the driver's seat of this car was Stanford "Ford" Pines. In the passenger's seat was Stanley "Stan" Pines. The former was staring intently out the windshield, his foot pushing the acceleration much harder than needed.

The latter was currently playing paddle ball, sometimes nervously glancing at his brother for short periods of time.

It was almost one year since the events of Weirdmageddon terrorized the small Oregon town of Gravity Falls. Bill Cipher had been finally defeated, and Stanley had got his memories back. Dipper and Mabel Pines were back in California, while Soos and Wendy were running the Mystery Shack.

Ford and Stan had spent much of the following year investigating weird occurrences in the Northern Atlantic Ocean. Now, however…

Stan finally broke the silence. "So, what gives, bro? One minute we're on the Stan-o-War in the middle of the Atlantic, next minute you're hauling us to New England to check out some psychic 'what's-it'."

Ford continued to stare intently out the windshield. "This is important; the psychic readings in this area are off the chance. Whatever it is, it's young, so we can assume it's unused to its powers. That can be very dangerous."

A pause. "Anyway, it's almost summer, so we need to head back to Oregon anyway." He turned, and smiled at Stan. Stan smiled back, thinking of their twin nephew and niece.

Finally, a road sign appeared on the side of the road: 'You Are Now Entering Chamberlain, Maine!'

The pair rode their vehicle through the streets of the small town, stan wrinkling his nose. "Wow, I haven't seen stuff like this since the seventies. This is a real small town."

Ford, meanwhile, was holding up a device up to every building they drove past. It made several innocuous beeps at every house, which annoyed Ford.

Finally, they came to the oldest, creepiest house in the whole town. "Who lives here?", said Stan, raising an eyebrow. "The Wicked Witch of the West?"

Ford, however, was more interested in the sounds his device was making. Instead of spaced out sounds, the device was now beeping uncontrollably. "It's off the charts!", whispered Ford, more to himself than anything.

Suddenly, a teenage girl appeared at the window. She was the frailest, most beaten-down kid either of the two elderly men had seen. She was pretty, but that fact was hampered by her drab, out-of-date clothing and her dirty, unwashed hair.

The girl looked out at the brothers' car, partly in fear and curiosity. Ford lowered his device, which was now making one, shrill note, and began to put the car in drive.

"We've got to get out of here now.", said Ford, as a bad-tempered, heavyset woman pushed past the girl, and closed the curtains. From the look of her evil eye, Stan thought the woman looked like the perfect example of a hag.

"So, what do we do now?", said Stan.

"Easy, I've got us all jobs at the local high school to monitor that girl.", said Ford.

Stan looked more than a little disgruntled about this. "Couldn't someone more important handle this? Shouldn't we call… what's there name? I saw it on the news sometime… Saber?"

"Shield.", corrected Ford. "They've got more important matters to attend to than this right now. Nope, we're on our own."