It had been a few years since that weird summer back in 2012, the summer before high school. That was five years ago. Ever since that summer Dipper and Mabel had returned to Gravity Falls to bask in its weirdness.

This time was different. This summer Dipper and Mabel moved into Gravity Falls permanently. After taking a year off of school, the twins were finally ready to return to their studies. Mabel stayed in town to study in local community college. Dipper moved an hour away to live on campus in no other than West Coast Tech to take part of their new Paranormal course in Weirdness.

Now was the summer was coming to a close, Dipper left Gravity Falls to prepare for the semester. It was the first time he'd be truly apart from his sister; he was nervous. But he was ready.

It had been since Dipper moved into the dorms, most of his peers have already arrived yet his dormmate as still to make his appearance.

Most people attended WCT for business or the tech courses, but not Dipper, he was following in his Grunkle Ford's footsteps and planned on studying the Weirdness.

He let out a sigh as he rummaged through his duffle bag to finish setting up his side of the room. His side was filled with small homages to the unknown. A tapestry of Bill's circle, courtesy of Pacifica, a cork board from Mabel, a small golden statue from Grunkle Stan. Dipper stood back to admire his work. One small misstep and he bumped into the desk behind him, knocking over his prized possession: Journal #3. It was a gift from Grunkle Ford, as a thank you for all Dipper and his sister had done to defeat Bill.

The journal was even more tattered then when he first found it all those years ago, pages scattered on the floor much to his dismay.

He knelt down and began to reach for the scattered paper when another hand joined him in collecting the scattered pages. He was so focused on his task he didn't even notice his new roommate walk in.

The two boys stood up as the strange looked at the papers in his hands.

Dipper held his breath as he waited for the boy's reaction. What time of person was this boy? Was he the jerky type like Robbie was? Was he a geek? Nerd? Snob?

"Cool drawings," The boy said as he handed them back to Dipper. "My little brother would have loved these."

Dipper looked back a bit confused. Normally this was the part where the person would have laughed at Dipper. "Uh thanks… You don't think they're, oh I don't know, weird?"

The boy chuckled, "Trust me, I've seen weirder." He challenged as he extended his hand out to Dipper. "Name's Wirt, architecture major."

Dipper paused; he was always hesitant with handshakes. Yet he smiled and shook Wirt's hand, "Mason, Mason Pines, but my friends call me Dipper."

Wirt's head tilted. "How do you get Dipper from Maso- Wait did you say Pines? Like Professor Stanford Pines?"

Dipper laughed awkwardly, "Yeah he's my great uncle, grunkle if you will."

Wirt's face lit up, the two boys shared a handshake. "No way, you're related to the Stanford Pines. The Professor Pines?! That's so cool, I'm taking his class in Weirdness."

"What does Weirdness have to do with Architecture?"

Wirt's chuckled nervously, "Well, when I was younger… I wasn't the most open person." His smile faltered, "My mom had just gotten remarried, suddenly I had a new dad and a new younger brother who I didn't want to get along with. One fall Halloween, I took Greg, my little brother, to an afterparty in a graveyard. Not too long after we got there the cops showed up. And in a stupid, stupid attempt to impress a girl, Greg and I jumped a wall… I didn't realize there was a lake right on the other side. Because of my decisions, I almost got us killed. Woke up in a hospital bed a while later…"

Dipper listened to the story with great interest. He too had his fair share of near-death experiences with Mabel, most of them revolving around Bill and his schemes. Still, he had the feeling that Wirt was leaving out details. He took a deep breath, "Did you see anything?"

"Huh"

"Did you see anything," Dipper clarified, "People say they see things when they, you know, things like a light or voices… monster."

Wirt studied Dippers face, his eyes lowering themselves to the notebook in his new room-mates' hands. The drawing of fantastic monsters sticking out from the loose pages. Maybe Dipper knew more than he was letting on. "You know, my brother would have loved those drawings," Wirt reached into this luggage and pulled out a stack on papers, "In fact, I think they look something like the ones he's drawn already." He handed the drawings over to Dipper.

Dipper's eyes widened at the subjects on the paper, particularly the one of the strange monsters with glowing eyes and twisted antlers. "Woah, what are these?"

Wirt sighed, prepared to be laughed at. "You asked if I saw something that night. Greg and I shared the same dream when we were unconscious, a strange forest with strange monsters."

Dipper smiled widely, the two boys sat down on the side of the bed and began to share their stories of the Unknown and the unknown. Monsters well versed in deals, creatures who were not all that they appeared and of their siblings who they would do anything for. They talked for the rest of they evening as they helped each other set up their dorm room. At West Coast Tech, a new friendship was made. Together the two boys rested easy, for now they had a new ally to face the world with, someone who understood the need to want to know what goes bump in the night and someone who would be by their side in the fight against whatever Weirdness they would come across.