Dipper opened his eyes slowly. Where am I? He thought. Getting up, he looked around. The room he was sitting in was made entirely of concrete, walls, floor and ceiling. There was dirt piled in the corners and a rat scuttling about. He was sitting on a wooden chair with his arms tied around his back. Easy enough solution. He reached for his right arm and gave it a gentle twist. It popped off and he slid out of the rope. Getting up, he reattached his hand and looked around. There was a dark metal door with a barred window on one wall. He began to walk over to it, but the walls began to close in. Dipper ran for the door and yanked the padlock off. He slammed it shut just as he slipped through. He looked around once more. There was red strings running all across the hall, all attached to pictures on doors. To the left, there was a door with Gideon's picture on it. The next bore an image that made him stumble back in fear. It was an image burned into his mind; one that he saw every time he closed his eyes, yet hadn't truly seen in over a year. Bill. He ripped it off the wall and tore it in half. The anniversary of Weirdmageddon had been hard on the whole town. He'd visited the memorial and the statue, and made a speech after being congratulated by the mayor in front of the town, along with the rest of the members of the zodiac. Tracing the string to the next door, he saw Aida's picture. Then Brandt's. Then Nexus'. Right at the end of the hall, all the pictures ran to one singular point: another image of Bill.

He was kinda the puppet master, wasn't he? Dipper thought. He turned the corner and reached a dead end. On the wall was hundreds of different images. A title carved in blood read 'Think On Your Sins.' The images were of people who had been killed because of him. Most were from Weirdmageddon. He spotted Carter's image. He sighed. Mabel had really liked him, but now he was dead. Because of his negligence. It was somewhat larger than the rest. But the biggest image by far was of the Latina woman with black hair wearing a flower dress. He still carried that guilt with him. He never should have killed her. The blood writing began to ooze down and cover the floor much faster than it reasonably should be able to and slowly, Dipper began to float up to the ceiling as the blood got closer and closer to drowning him. He sighed as the last of his sight slipped away.

Dipper screamed as he jolted upright. Usually when people say 'waking up in a cold sweat,' it's figurative. He thought. It was at that moment he realised four things. One: there was a post-it note stuck to his face. Two: everyone was looking at him. Three: he'd fallen asleep in class. And four: he just screamed like he was being tortured in front of the lot of them. And on top of all that, he was having panic attack.

Mr Edwards (Dipper's science teacher) looked at Dipper in confusion. "Are you okay Dipper?" He asked, turning away from the board to look at his student. Dipper was wearing a lumberjack's cap with a blue hoodie with it's zip down and a red shirt underneath. The bags under his eyes were comparable to the size of the Grand Canyon and he was jittering like there was no tomorrow.

"Can I go outside for a minute please?" Dipper inquired, putting a supreme amount of effort into making his voice sound normal and not sound like a broken record player that had somehow gained sentience and been forced to watch The Exorcist.

"Please."

Dipper ran outside and sat against the wall. His breaths were fast and drawn. He took a deep breath. He thought, I'mokayI'mokay. He'sdeadhecan'thurtmeHe'sdeadhecan'thurtme.

This went in for some time, until Mr Edwards walked out of the classroom. "You okay?" He inquired, his voice echoing slightly.

Dipper nodded sheepishly.

I don't know what happened," Mr Edwards smiled sadly. "But I suggest you talk to someone about it."

"Hmkay." Dipper said coldly, dismissing the idea. Even his own parents didn't understand, and they actually knew what happened. How could someone who wasn't there and didn't have a clue about what happened help in the slightest?

"I've been told that this isn't a on-off incident. Class has…" The teacher craned his neck back so he could see the clock in the classroom. "Five minutes left. Just stay here 'till the bell goes, okay?"

Dipper nodded again.

Mabel sat in her art classroom biting her lip. Why the teacher decided that teaching them modern art was a good idea was beyond her. It was all abstract shapes instead of colour and rainbows and u – not unicorns actually. Everything else that made art great. Also, there were a lot of triangles involved and she was low-key freaking out. People kept asking her how she was, and she just had to say that she was fine, but she wasn't really fine, but she couldn't get into because they would never understand. The bell rang suddenly and she snapped out of her chair with her fists raised in a fighting position. It's just the bell, She reassured herself. You're fine.

"I dismiss you, not the bell." The teacher said. She took one look at the death glare Mabel sent her way and immediately backtracked, "You're dismissed."

Mabel sighed as she gathered her things and shoved them into her bag haphazardly. Teachers. What can you do. She slung the bag over her back. As she left the room, she turned to go down the science corridor. Just as she expected – but certainly wasn't hoping – she saw a certain cyborg brother of her's getting up off the floor. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Dipper smiled shakily, almost as if he was forcing himself to. Which he definitely was. "Just a panic attack. Nothing too exciting."

Just then, Mabel realised just how crazy and fucked up their lives were. Panic attacks and wake up screaming nightmares should definitely not be a normal thing for anyone, let alone two fourteen year-olds. "Yeah," She smiled awkwardly. "Just a teeny-weeny panic attack."

"Come on," Dipper encouraged. "Let's go for lunch."

Ford rushed into the Gravity Falls mine with a quick pace. He'd been called by the Mayor himself, apparently they'd found something big. He rounded a corner and saw five miners dressed in scruffy overalls crowded around a table. "What… is that?" He asked, pointing at the object of interest. It was a rock, about the size of a tennis ball but somewhat more oval-shaped. It glowed blue but on the inside re were hundreds of little lights in all different colours and shades dancing around the core, which glowed a bright white.

A miner with a star on his helmet turned to the elderly scientist and said, "Evry'hin' was goin' normal, minin' stone, as 'ya do, then one 'o ma' guys fount' this. Bloody pick axe shattered in'ta pieces when he hit it."

"Is it safe to touch?"

"Cletus' aw'ready done tha'. I told 'im no 'ta touch any more 'o the weird shite we find 'doon 'ere, but nope. Cletus keeps on touchin' them all like it's nobody's business."

Ford looked at the man he had identified as Cletus. "Listen to your boss." He said sternly.

Cletus nodded sheepishly.

At that moment, Mayor Cutebiker entered the room. "We need 'ya to analyse it. Find out if it can crack the planet in 'alf or somethin'. Safety reasons and all that junk."

Ford picked up the stone and tossed it about in his hands. It was lighter that it looked (and it looked pretty light to begin with, so that was saying something). He nodded. "I'll take a look at it."

Dipper walked to a table holding a tray of admittedly gross food. Why was school food always so disgusting? He sat down and looked over to Mabel, who was at another table with her friends. Dipper sighed. Whenever Mabel asked if he was lonely at school, he always said no. But the truth was, that was a lie. He wished he could make friends here like he did in Gravity Falls. He brushed the thought aside as he finished his lunch and got up to put the tray away.

As he was walking back to his table, he bumped into a… larger boy. "Watch it nerd." He sneered.

Dipper studied him closely. He hadn't seen him before, so he was probably new (also, the fact that the vast majority of people were too scared to even talk to him these days tipped him off). He narrowed his eyes. A few worried expressions appeared on some students faces around them. He was being watched, it was obvious. He could just about see Mabel's expression darken and she cleared the food off of her tray. She clutched it tightly. Suddenly, one of the boy's friend stood up. It was then that Dipper realised that if he didn't diffuse the situation soon, there was only one way this could go. He genuinely didn't like fighting. Even if the people he was beating up deserved it. This guy and his friends were assholes, but they didn't deserve to be beaten up. More people began to back up the boy. "Maybe I am a nerd, so what?"

"You're weak. Ya' act so tough, but I heard that yer' scared 'o fuckin' triangles." He held his fingers over his right eye in a triangular pattern, as if to taunt Dipper.

Dipper jolted back, his hat wobbling on his head a little. He clenched his fist. "You don't know the context."

"Right, I also heard that 'ya nearly shat 'yaself when Bill talked to you."

Dipper paled as he remembered the incident.

"Maybe I should get him over here, huh? Or are you gonna get your sister to protect you?"

"Don't try it man."

"Oh, DoN't TrY iT mAn!" The boy did his best imitation of Dipper's voice (which wasn't the greatest). "I think I will." He rolled up his sleeves.

Dipper was clenching his fist so hard that if you looked closely and the light was right, you could actually barely see the robotics underneath. He rolled up his own sleeves, feeling that it would be much more intimidating, considering the fact that he was exposing the scars on his arms. Then he took a moment. This wasn't worth the hassle, was it? He gave the boy a death glare as he turned away.

"Pffft." The boy smirked. "Wuss. 'Yer a wuss, you hear that? A big Jessie wi' stars on 'yer forehead. Or d'ya still wear concealer over it?"

Dipper bit his lip. He was hoping that that bit of his past had been buried with who he was before the Falls. He noticed the broom that was leaning against the wall next to him. Keep it together Dipper. It's not worth it.

"And your sister's a fuckin' freak!"

Dipper stopped in his tracks.

The boy smirked as he too turned to walk away.

Dipper grabbed the broom and rammed it through the door handles. He turned towards the boy and picked a tray up off of a nearby desk and smashed him in the face with it.

Mabel stood up.

The boy fell to the ground as blood spewed out of his mouth.

The crowd rushed at Dipper. He smiled and ran forwards. He rammed the tray into a guy's stomach, then turned around and socked a girl in the face with a left hook.

Mabel jumped up on the table and dove into the crowd, attacking people left right and centre. Kneeing a boy in the crotch, she leapt on another student who promptly fell to the ground. Mabel got off of him and began to make her way towards her brother.

Dipper picked up another broom and started fending off some girls with it. As one got close, he reached over and pulled her hair, then hit the handle against her leg in such a way that she collapsed to the ground. He whipped around only to be winded by a football player. He stumbled backwards as the player charged at him. His head hit the wall and his vision went blurry. With all the strength he had left, he quickly punched the player in the throat. Dipper fell to the floor clutching his head. The blur gradually faded as he pulled himself up and attacked what few people were left. Mabel ran over to him and defended him from a girl wearing way too much makeup as he recovered. Dipper charged at the boy who threatened it in the first place and tackled him onto a table. He was out cold. Dipper stumbled back, breathing heavily. "Is that everyone?" He asked.

"YOU TWO!"

The twins turned to see the principal standing there, surrounded by an army of teachers.

"My. Office." Mr Campbell was red with fury as the twins stood with uncomfortable expressions on their faces.

Ford looked at the progress bar on the machine scanning the rock. 100%. Looking at the model that had appeared on his computer, he cut the virtual stone in half to look inside. That's odd. He mused. It appears to be sedimentary. He pulled his journal out and started sketching it. This rock is fascinating! He wrote. There's nothing to keep it's insides moving, not even any centrifugal forces but it just keeps going. It appears to be a sedimentary type rock, which makes makes surprisingly logical sense (after seeing everything I have, you kind of have to throw logic out the window at times. Turns out that the Gravity Falls weirdness can make logical sense on occasion, so pluses and minuses). This would make a fantastic paperweight!

Mr Campbell looked at the two students sitting in front of him. They were model students in class, but got in fights more often than anyone else. And when they did, they won. Every single time, no matter what. He glanced down at their final reports for the 2012-2013 year. They were perfectly normal students (although twins were some kind of a rarity). Dipper was incredibly gifted and was in some of the highest classes. Mabel was one of the most popular students in school and amazing at art. The report for the first term after the summer was shockingly different. Apparently they both had some pretty nasty scars (Dipper had also forgotten to roll down his sleeves, so they were in plain view) and weren't exactly troublemakers per se, but certainly got into more that's their fair share of fights, among other things. A note at the bottom also said that the twins both had PTSD over an unknown incident.

"This is the biggest fight we've had in this school." He glanced at them. "Ever."

Dipper opened his mouth to speak, but Mabel got there first. "We're sorry sir. We only wanted that one guy to go away but the everyone went all psycho!"

"Yeah, we didn't mean for this to happen."

Mr Campbell sighed. The incident was clearly caused by a mental health disorder. He'd looked at the cameras. The boy had been deliberately trying to trigger their PTSD over whatever the hell it was that happened. He couldn't exactly punish them. "So, this guy was deliberately trying to scare you, correct?"

"I guess so." Dipper mumbled, suddenly discovering that his shoes were incredibly interesting.

"We could help if you two just tell us what happened." Mr Campbell sighed, remembering the time he had a meeting with the Pines parents. That was just painful. The twins couldn't exactly deny that nothing had happened anymore, as their parents had informed the school of their condition. What they had failed to mention however, was what happened.

"We don't want to talk about it." Both twins said in unison.

"Look. The your class's trip is next Friday and I've been informed that you both want to go. I know that you're good kids and I'm willing to let you go if you go to see Dr Radcliffe. Also, your parents have already paid and it would be a nightmare to pull out now."

Dipper bit his lip.

Mabel followed suit.

"Fine." They said in unison.

Ford narrowed his eyes looking at the rock. He was dealing with an incredibly important question, the answer being both just in reach and thousands of miles away.

What should he call it?

Stan walked in drinking a Pitt Cola. "The hell's that? I could sell it! It's actually cool lookin!'"

"It's a rock, Stan." Ford muttered irritably.

"Jeez, when was the last time you slept?"

"SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!" Ford announced as he stood up, his chair toppling over. Stan looked at him awkwardly. "And I weak." Ford conceded. "I am very weak."

Dipper looked at the lady sitting in front of him. She had thick brown hair with somewhat lighter streaks running through it and wore circular framed glasses. She was looking at a stack of papers (which he could only assume were about him due to the consistent expression of pure what-the-fuckery). Every now and again she would look up, squint at him then look back at the papers. After that, she would make some notes on notepad (she was already on page three and it had only been ten minutes) and look back at the papers. Eventually, she pushed them away.

"Hello Mason." She smiled.

"Dipper."

"What?"

"It's just Dipper."

"Oh, okay. I'm Dr Radcliffe." She reached out to shake Dipper's hand. He jerked away. "Huh." She scribbled another note down. "Whaddaya know? I think we should start with you," She smiled. "Telling me what happened.

"No."

"I can't help you if I don't know Dipper."

"You wouldn't be able to help if you did."

"Let's look at you triggers, shall we? The colour yellow, triangles, handshakes, deals, blue fire, top hats, bow ties, the back of dollar bills, the name Bill, the word cipher, pine trees and on top of all that you also have ommetaphobia. That's quite a list." Radcliffe bit her lip. "Please just tell me. You don't have to say everything and you can take your time, but I just want to help."

Dipper thought for a moment. He was seriously considering something he hadn't thought about in a really long time.

"Can I just go outside for a minute?"

"Okay."

Dipper bolted out the door and dialled Mabel's number. She had been scheduled to come to Radcliffe after tomorrow's school day.

Ford opened his eyes slowly. Sitting up, he saw Stan sitting on the couch next to him.

"Heya sleepyhead." He said. "You were really outta' it, so I decided it was best to let 'ya sleep."

Ford smiled. "Thank you Stanley."

"For eighty-three hours."

"WHAT."

"'Ya slept fer' eighty-three hours. What's the big deal?"

"I need to get back to analysing the-" Ford cut himself off. "That's it!"

"You got some crazy discovery or some'pin?"

"I remember seeing something like this before! It was called a Diviner!"

"And there's the big reveal we've all been waitin' for."

Dipper walked back into the room. His right sleeve was rolled up and he was biting his lip. "I'm going to tell you." He announced with conviction.

Radcliffe smiled. "Great! We're making progress already. This is good!"

"On one condition. This information does not leave this room under any circumstances. The only people it can be mentioned to is Mable and our parents."

"Okay…"

Dipper reached for his hand. "Just don't freak out, okay?" He gave it a twist and it popped off.

Lindsay Radcliffe had been expecting something weird.

But she hadn't been expecting that.