A/N: So I already wrote the first 6 chapters of this fanfic, so don't expect chapters seven and on to come out within a day. Without further ado, Chapter 4.

"Dipper! Dipper! Wake up!" Said a voice as Dipper felt himself being shaken in attempt to wake him. His eyes felt very heavy, but somehow he opened his eyes, with much effort. His vision was severely blurred as he tried to see who was telling him to wake up. "Dipper! Wake up!" The voice continued. From listening to the voice a second time, he now distinguished the voice as male. That's weird. Thought Dipper as his mind cleared. Is that J.K. Simmons talking to me?

"DIPPER!" Said the man as he continued shaking Dipper. Dipper's eyes opened suddenly and he screamed (his voice cracked during the scream, and he could hear Mabel and another man try and hold their laughter.) Dipper looked in front of him and saw his great uncle sitting on his bed, still holding him. Dipper sat up and adjusted himself. He noticed that he was caked in sweat. He went to wipe his nose and his hand came back glistening with blood.

Dipper was now fully focused, and saw his great uncle Ford with a worried look on his face. He immediately came back to his senses.

"Great uncle Ford?" Said Dipper as he finally got out of the bed. His emotions kicked in as he nearly tackled Ford, hugging him tightly. He also noticed Stan, who was at the time showing his sister (who also just woke up) the severed leg of an inter dimensional space squid. However, Stan touched the leg of the squid wrong (the leg was still intact), and gallons of glowing green goo spurted out of the leg and drenched Mabel.

"Whoops. Sorry kiddo." Said Stan as all four were laughing.

"Gross, but cool!" Said Mabel, not even mad at Stan.

"It's probably a good idea to was that off. That goo, with prolonged exposure to human skin can make it become corrosive." Chuckled Ford, closing his hew copy of journal one as Mabel went into the bathroom to wash off. As soon as she closed the door, Stan and Ford had a serious look on their faces.

"Is something wrong?" Said Dipper nervously.

"Dipper." Started Ford. "We saw your nightmare." He pulled out the familiar headset that they had used to Bill-proof Dipper's mind as Mabel searched for the unicorn hair, along with the new portable computer to make the machine more easily accessible.

"Thankfully, Mabel didn't see the dream. She would've freaked out if she saw that. She wasn't awake until we turned it off." Said Stan. "Hey Ford, I thought the Dorito was dead. What gives?"

"I'm having trouble putting it together as well." Said Ford, rubbing his chin in thought. "If Bill was right, he cannot be defeated that way ever again. Also, where would Bill's conscience be intact after all this time?" Suddenly both Dipper and Ford shared the same looks. "The statue!" They both exclaimed.

"Statue? Did we build the guy a shrine or something?" Asked a puzzled Stan.

"Dipper, get ready for the day. We're searching for the statue, and we've got no time to lose." Said Ford. Dipper looked at his alarm clock. It was only 5:36 in the morning. Mabel came back out of the bathroom, completely gunk free.

"Well, I'll go down and make some breakfast. Who wants Stancakes?" Stan asked. All of them raised their hands. He nodded and headed downstairs.

"And I have a little bit of moving back to do as well." Said Ford, following Stan. "Call me for breakfast!" Now the Mystery Twins stood there, alone in the attic.

"I'm so happy they're back. Right Dipper?" Said Mabel, poking his stomach with her elbow. Dipper took a while to answer. He was still thinking about the nightmare he had just experienced. "Uh, hello, Dipper? Dipper?" Repeated Mabel, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

"What? Oh, yeah. It's good to see them again." Dipper replied with a straight face, not hint of a smile nearby. Even without the weird twin sense, Mabel knew that something was bothering Dipper. She would normally make him spill the beans now, but she's starving. Her grumbling stomach agreed with her head.

"Well, I'm heading down for some Stancakes. I'm famished." Said Mabel very plainly. Awkwardness hung in the air as she left the room, leaving Dipper by himself again.

Many questions swarmed his head. How did Bill come back? What does he want with me? What did he mean by when he said that things change? He pondered a bit, trying to find reasonable explanations for Bill's return. Like Mabel, Dipper's stomach growled in hunger. Maybe some Stancakes will help Dipper's train of thought. He shrugged his shoulders and ran downstairs to get some breakfast.

A/N: Please review. I'll take any feedback, positive or negative. Let me know if any characters are OOC.