As Dipper walked down the stairs, the sweet aroma of bacon filled the air, and the crackling of the grease on the griddle stimulated his senses. His mouth watered and his stomach violently rumbled. He checked his phone. It was still only 5:48. Hints of chatter crept into his ears as he neared the kitchen. His walk into the kitchen unnoticed was short-lived as Mabel, Stan, and Ford cocked their heads over and started laughing at him. Mabel and Stan were losing it, and Ford was only chuckling a little. Dipper flashed a look of puzzlement. Mabel exchanged glances at Stan and Ford, having a silent conversation. Through the different facial expressions, it appeared that Mabel won. She giggled again and turned to face Dipper.

"Hey, Dripper! How's it 'flowing?'" Started Mabel, emphasizing Dripper and the word flowing.

"Good one Mabel." Said Stan, laughing at the joke. Dipper still looked as confused as ever.

"Hey Dripper," said Ford, now joining in. "Do you have dryness and inflammation in the nasal cavity?" Stan groaned at the joke, and Mabel looked perplexed by what he said.

"Dammit Ford, now he's gonna notice it." Mumbled Stan. Ford shrugged. He hadn't made a joke in over 40 years.

Now with Ford's hints, Dipper put it all together. He instantly pressed the back of his hand between his nose and mouth. His hand was dark red when he pulled it back.

"Shit." Said Dipper as he wiped his bloody hand on a napkin. The other three bursts out laughing (well not really Ford though, he was still giggling a little) and all the pressure was released that was building up since Dipper walked in. He took the napkin, stuffed it up his nose, and ran towards the bathroom.

It took a little while to stop the bleeding, but it eventually clogged up. Dipper took a few deep breaths and tide the napkin in the trash. He had lost a lot of blood. He started washing his hands when he looked up at himself in the mirror.

He nearly jumped back at the sight in the mirror. The person staring back at him was definitely Dipper, but he looked strange. The only difference that Dipper could spot was the reflection's eyes. Instead of his usual brown eyes, his eyeballs were pale yellow, with black slits as pupils. However, the Dipper in the mirror still copied his moves. Dipper let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived as the mirror Dipper did not copy him this time. He let out a small gasp. The mirror Dipper started laughing maniacally. The laugh was all too familiar. It was Cipher's. The mirror Dipper looked at him and continued laughing.

"Thought I would say hello to my old puppet." Said the mirror Dipper, but in Bill's voice. "Oh, don't look so surprised to see me. The dreamscape is no longer the limit, Pine Tree. I'm growing in power. Once I pull my plan off, I'll finally get rid of you Pines pests and take Weirdmageddon global."

Dipper's surprise faded quick. "You can't take it global. Only Ford knows the equation." Bipper laughed again at his statement.

"Listen kid, think about it. Since my power has grown I have seen him reverse the law to bring in that stupid space squid to show you. I saw the equation. Might as well give up now."

Dipper's face was soon flushed of all its color. Shit. He thought. Bipper waved his finger at Dipper. "Tsk tsk, you should really watch your language, Pine Tree. As I was saying, once I am fully charged at 100%, I'll make your universe a living HELL." Bipper's eyes flashed red as he said hell, and then his eyes flashed the number 92, to indicate how powerful he is becoming. It suddenly ticks to 93. "If I were you, I'd get to work. Tic toc kid."

"We'll beat you Bill! We've done it plenty of times before, and we'll beat you again."

"Oh, Pine Tree, I thought I already told you. I learn from my mistakes. I'm back Dipper, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." Bipper starts levitating, a cyclone of light engulfs him. Before he disappeared, he started singing lines from a song.

We'll meet again,

Don't know where, don't know when

Oh I know we'll meet again

Some sunny day.

And with a flash, Bipper was gone.

Dipper looked at himself in the mirror, relieved to see his normal teenager face looking back at him. However, a red line protruded from his nose, glistening into the reflection of the light. "Dammit." He said, rather loudly as he grabbed another tissue and got back to work.

A few minutes later he got out of the bathroom with a torn up, red stained napkin up his right nostril. Traces of laughter came from the table when he walked back in the kitchen. Dipper helped himself to some Stancakes and bacon, and the rest of breakfast was silent, with the exception of a few giggles and the occasional name-calling of "Dripper."

Right after breakfast, Dipper pulled Ford aside.

"Yes, Dipper?" Asked Ford.

Dipper told him about the incident in the bathroom. Every single detail. Ford had a blank face as Dipper told him everything. He suddenly gasped when Dipper mentioned the 92 blinking to 93.

"Dipper, we haven't much time." He said, as he took out journal 3 and flipped to a page. "We've only got a week to find that statue, or else the world will be destroyed." Dipper nodded. He started to go into the gift shop, but Ford grabbed his arm.

"Dipper, thanks for telling me. I really needed to know that. Now go gather the two up, and I'll discuss the plan." Dipper smiled as he rushed into the gift shop. Now Ford was left there alone.

"Dammit." he whispered to himself. "Only a week to find it. I pray that's enough time. I also have to find other incredibly rare ingredients. So much for resting." He chuckled to himself as he headed into the gift shop portion of the Mystery Shack.

Minutes later, Ford hushed the other three and began telling them the plan.

"Ok, according to my research, most, if not all of Bill's life essence is trapped in the statue. If we destroy the statue, we'll either stop him for a couple millennia or kill him. Our mission from now until a week later is to find that statue. If you find it, bring it back here, and I'll perform the right ritual and destroy it. Any questions?" Mabel shot her hand up immediately. "Yes, Mabel?"

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Said Mabel , twisting her legs. Ford playfully rolls his eyes and allows her to go. After another few minutes, it was 6:01, and the four set off in the woods to find the statue.