Up in the hills at the old Northwest mansion, now known only as the McGucket mansion, inventor and local crazy person, Fiddleford McGucket was in his home eating what appeared to be a racoon stacked in between a bagel.
The elderly inventor had recently had former TV, personality, Chip Brille living here in an attempt to find something that would revitalise his career. The man had a camcorder set up just in case he might catch any paranormal activity.
"Alright, we are set to record for any signs." The man informed McGucket.
"I still don't understand why you invemtigating me home." McGucket noted. "I have not seen any un-normal amtivity."
"Well, witnesses say they heard the sounds of punching and some really angry man screaming his head right off." Chip informed McGucket.
"I have not heard no such thing." McGucket pointed out. "Perhaps my hearing aid ain't working." McGucket then reached into his ear and started to check his hearing aid, which was actually just a raisin.
"Hmm, everything seems normal so far." Chip remarked while looking around the mansion. "Has there anywhere I haven't checked yet?"
"My racoon farm." McGucket replied. "I've been breeding em so they can live out in the wild for the remander of their short and emazing lives."
"Yeah yeah. Until they get run over of course." Chip replied while exhaling cold breath which he quickly took notice of. "Uh oh."
"Yeah, I think my sandwich is getting cold." McGucket responded before noticing that his breath had gone cold. "Wait a sec, I remember the fire being lit." Suddenly, the fire turned into what appeared to be some kind of snowy landscape.
Chip and McGucket moved their back against the wall and stared at the snowy landscape in the fireplace in terror.
"Oh, is it wimter already?" McGucket asked.
Just then, everything in the mansion started floating round and round in circles all while the snowy fireplace was blowing in their face. The stuff were plates, clothes, cutlery, clocks and all types of shelf ornaments.
"BLOOD!"
"Is it demanding blood?" McGucket asked.
"Hey evil spirit!" Chip yelled. "Or demon from whatever realm you came on. Why do you want our blood?!"
"MY NAME IS JACOB BLOOD!" The voice yelled. "I DEMAND THE BLOOD!"
"Blood of innocence?" Chip asked. "Blood of guilty? What type of blood do you want?"
"I DEMAND THE BLOOD OF ONE PERSON!"
"Is it the Northwest ghost?" McGucket asked. "The loomerjack?"
"I DEMAND THE BLOOD OF THE MAN THAT KILLED ME! BY BEATING ME IN A FIGHT! I DEMAND, THE BLOOD OF STAN PINES!"
And with that request said, the snowy landscape turned back into the flickering fire and the stuff fell back on the ground with some of the stuff breaking, like the ornaments.
The two men were terrified by the sight that had beheld them that they fell on their butts. Chip was shaking so bad that the batteries from his camera fell out and a bird that was hiding in McGucket's beard, flew out.
"I'm no expert, so there better be someone who knows how to handle this sort of thing." Chip said.
"Well, there's one person I know that can help us in these crimesises." McGucket then reached into his beard and pulled out a newspaper that had Dipper in the front cover having tea with some kind of Mothman. The headline read 'Local paranormal fanatic has tea with Mothman.'
The next day at the Mystery Shack, Dipper decided to have a lazy day with his girlfriend, Pacifica Northwest, dressed in their pyjamas and watching nothing but the Ghost Harassers.
"Continuing the Ghost Harassers marathon, watch as Mac and co try and find the elusive Mothman. The American legend."
In the show, the stubbled presenter that wore glasses, black clothing and a cap was staring into the camera looking terrified.
"We are deep in Mothman territory." The presenter informed his viewers. "Right, I'm feeling some kind of….Coldness…..I can see my own breath….And, I feel shivery and jittery."
"Because you're cold!" Dipper yelled to the screen. "You are outside in the wilderness at night!"
"Have you thought about bringing a coat?! Your methods of paranormal hunting is ridiculous!" Pacifica yelled, causing her and Dipper to laugh.
"So, you don't wish to do anything for the day?" Dipper asked.
"Nope." Pacifica responded before tapping on Dipper's stomach. "So your bladder better be strong."
"Trust me, for today, it is." Dipper assured his girlfriend. "Doing nothing but laying on our butts watching some of the worst ghost hunters I've ever seen."
"We interrupt the Ghost Harassers marathon to bring you this announcement."
"Boo!" Dipper and Pacifica exclaimed simultaneously.
On the TV screen, Chip Brille was standing outside of the former Northwest mansion an African American man dressed like a cowboy and some blonde girl in a tube top also dressed like a cowboy; Both wielding two fake guns in each hand.
"Hi there, former TV personality Chip Brille here for an exciting announcement." Chip explained. "This here is the McGucket mansion, formerly known as the Northwest mansion, this famous eyesore has been home to monsters. And I'm not talking about the Northwests."
Pacifica felt somewhat offended. "Oh, ha ha ha ha!" Pacifica sarcastically laughed like a champ.
"And if you're laughing about it Pacifica, then good sport." Chip continued. "But the biggest monster in that mansion, wasn't Preston Northwest, it was the ghost of Archibald Corduroy whom Pacifica managed to defeat. Or did she?" The background then shifted to a graveyard some guy in the background dressed as a ghost with a pair of glasses on. "Recent events at the McGucket mansion may suggest that the hauntings aren't over. Which begs the question: Is Archibald Corduroy's spirit truly at rest? Or is there another spook among poor Old Man McGucket? Well, I'm about to answer that question with the help of my shut in guests if they're willing to come. And I shall read the names out." The background then changed to a giant photo of Chip pulling a smug smile all while the actual Chip was reading the names from cue cards. "Mac Beagles, Toby Determined, Dipper Pines, Pacifica Northwest and Stanley Pines are all invited for the shut in."
"What?!" Dipper and Pacifica exclaimed simultaneously.
"That's right, you five are my special guests for the shutdown." Chip confirmed. "So, be there or be mocked on Chirper."
The TV then flickered back to Ghost Harassers, where Mac was running through the dark wilderness like he was chasing some kind of monster, which just so happened to be the Mothman.
"I don't know if I'm chasing the Mothman or running from him. But whatever the case, I'm scared!" Mac exclaimed as he continued running.
"Uhhhhhh!" Pacifica exclaimed angrily. "All I wanted was a peaceful day with my boyfriend and now I have to return to my old house for some old TV show host."
"And besides, I'm not going back there." Dipper said. "That place has brought nothing but trouble. And I don't care if I meet Mac Beagles or get trolled on Chirper. Everyone will forget about it anyway."
"But wouldn't it be safe to go?" Pacifica asked. "Because it might get a lot worse if someone rediscovers that chirp."
Dipper took a short time to think about it while staring at his girlfriend. "Alright, we'll go."
"Can you help me up?" Pacifica asked. "My butt is too attached to this seat that it refuses to help me up."
"Mine too." Dipper commented. "Man, now I know how Grunkle Stan feels when he wants to get out of bed. Speaking of Stan, I hope he's ready to get out of bed."
In Stan's bedroom however, Stan was busy sleeping in his bed in the one place he can rely on, his dreams.
Inside his dream, Stan was relaxing in his swimming trunks while resting by a king size swimming pool with Janna and Eda, all in swimsuits. "Ah. A successful final ride with my adopted daughter and faithful wife."
"Yup, totally faithful." Eda responded while digging into Stan's wallet.
"And totally adopted." Janna said while looking at the adoption papers which had Raine Whispers' signature instead of Stan's.
"Shame this dream can't be possible." Stan said. "Cause, your parents are still alive and you're hooked about some Raining Whispers."
"Raine Whispers."
"I know what I said disembodied voice!" Stan then shot up and noticed that the swimming pool in front of him was lit in raging blue fire.
He turned to face Eda, only noticing that she had turned into her owl beast form. He then looked at Janna, who has been reduced to nothing more than a pile of maggots.
Stan then heard a familiar laugh that made his skin crawl deep. He looked up and noticed a flaming black hand poking out of the pool like it was crawling out.
Then, out came a yellow blob with a familiar top hat, something that made Stan terrified beyond belief.
"You're gonna be mine soon!" The deep voice exclaimed.
The nightmare caused Stan to shoot up from his bed and pant wildly. He looked around the bedroom and sighed happily once he saw he was in his bedroom.
"Ah, worst and best nightmare ever." Stan said. "Least I didn't feel any kind of body pain this time."
Just then, Dipper and Pacifica walked into Stan's bedroom to tell him about the news.
"Hey Grunkle Stan, we've won a competition." Dipper informed his Grunkle.
"Did we even sign up for one?" Stan asked. "Cause I swear that if I signed up for a competition, I would have remembered."
"Well, somehow won." Dipper responded. "Even though we didn't exactly enter."
"Well, usually the competitions you don't enter without paying turn out to be the best or some kind of trap." Stan said.
"Wait Dipper, what if it is a trap?" Pacifica asked her boyfriend with a concerned look. "I mean, you'd usually call this out."
"Hmm, while it is odd that someone would invite us to your mansion for a shutdown, I do think that something might be going on at your old home that Chip Brille just wants someone to do something about this so-called haunting." Dipper theorised.
"Northwest manor?!" Stan then quickly pulled a shovel out from underneath his bed. "There could be treasure in that hunk of joke."
"Excuse me!" Pacifica responded while folding her arms.
"You heard me Northwest." Stan retorted.
Dipper sighed. "Okay, I guess we have our night sorted even though it was supposed to be a nothing day."
"The best kind of day." Stan replied. "Just get your paranormal hunting junk ready."
"It's not for another 9 hours." Dipper replied.
"Then take all the time you need." Stan replied before jumping back on his bed. "I'm gonna nap. Wake me up before we get going so I can pull David Shovel out of my bed." Stan then jumped on of his bed and started to nap again while Dipper and Pacifica just stared at him.
"Well, that's our night ruined." Pacifica remarked. "A few normal days later and now I have to go back to my stupid old home to search for another spector."
"Hey….." Dipper held his girlfriend by her shoulder and gently smiled at her. "….least I'll be here. I mean, I am the ghost expert after all. While Mac Beagles is most definitely a fraud trying to scare us."
"Well, I can't wait for him to see a real ghost." Pacifica chuckled at the possibility of scaring the TV presenter.
"Yeah, we're going to have more fun then wherever Mabel is at in the multiverse." Commented.
Elsewhere in the multiverse, Mabel was having a blast in a land full of sugar, eating everything including a tree made of cotton candy.
While that was happening, Luz, Amity, Anne and Star were busy waiting for Mabel to stop eating everything.
"Come on Mabel, are you done yet?!" Star asked impatiently.
"Almost done!" Mabel replied. "I want to try the chocolate fountain."
"Uh!" Everyone groaned.
"I wanted to have a multiversal girl's night." Anne groaned.
"Me too." Doofenshmirtz responded while eating a random chocolate bunny, something that was making the girl's uncomfortable.
"While I'm fine with you coming for a girl's trip, I don't know how I feel about you eating an animal made out of candy." Amity commented.
"Yeah that seems a bit cruel." Luz replied.
"Eh, I already started on the ear." Doofenshmirtz replied before continuing to chow down on the bunny.
Later at the McGucket mansion where Dipper, Pacifica, Stan, Toby and the host of Ghost Harrasers, Mac Beagles were walking through the gate where Chip Brille was waiting for them for the shutdown.
"Welcome to the Shutdown." Chip announced. "So glad you've brought the sleeping bags, snacks and…..shovel?"
Stan was holding a shovel in his hand and pulling a guilty look. "Uh…..I can't sleep without it."
"Well, okay." Chip responded awkwardly and went back into his enthusiastic smile. "Again, the Shutdown; We will be stuck in this house for 24 hours. Be free to explore the manor and smash the walls if you want to. Since this is owned by McGucket."
"And none of you better smash up my room. It's already filthy as it is." Pacifica demanded.
They entered the mansion where they noticed it was a mess with pizza boxes on the floor and the chairs were knocked over.
The sight made everyone feel very eerie at the sight, especially Pacifica who had dealt with ghosts before.
"Holy moly!" Toby exclaimed. "Ghost and spectors!"
"It appears that this ghost was hungry." Mac said. "I mean, I've heard of ghosts that ate souls, but ghosts that eats physical food? Who else knows what they can eat?! I mean, could they eat humans?!"
"Actually, that's my pizza." Chip informed him.
"But were the chairs knocked down by-"
"No." Chip replied. "I get very cranky when the pizza is late. What happened to 30 or less? Again, feel free to look around the place and take any picture or break down any walls. If ya'll need anything, holler in the office."
Chip then started to walk into the dark corridor where a sound of clanging was heard. "Uh….Why did I need to be ominous?!" Chip then turned on the light to walk into the office.
"Okay people, since I'm the paranormal expert here, I suggest we ought to stick together and-"
"Hi Mac Beagles." Mac Beagles interjected. "Host of Ghost Harassers. Now on my show, I suggest we split up."
"Actually, that's a bad idea." Dipper informed Mac.
"Kid, I've been doing this for twenty years." Mac retorted. "Leave the professional stuff to the adult."
"And I've encountered ghosts and demons before, Mr Beagles." Dipper responded. "By the way, I'm a fan of Ghost Harassers could I have your autograph once this is over?"
"Great to have a fan but those claims about you meeting the supernatural….They were probably nice." Mac responded. "So, let the professional handle it."
"Mr Beagles, I have encountered more paranormal stuff that's more dangerous than the Mothman." Dipper said. "And I've had tea with the Mothman."
"That is true." Stan confirmed. "I can't believe he got sensitive about the amount of blueberries to put in a muffin."
"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!" Mac laughed. "That's cute kid. Once again, let's split up. Firstly, the weird kid will be paired up with me since I want to prove my point that I am the better paranormal investigator. While the blonde one gets stuck with the troll."
"I am not a troll." Toby groaned.
"And the one with the weird nose…..You're on your own."
"Good thing." Stan said. "I was going to use this shovel to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig down and get sleep."
"I don't know if that word is being used unconventionally in the right context, but I get ya." Mac said. "Okay, let's split up and look for some ghosts."
And so that's what they did, Dipper and Mac walked down the corridor, Pacifica and Toby walked upstairs while Stan stayed in the main hall about to use the shovel for useful reasons.
"Ah, I'm finally left to my devices." Stan said before approaching the wall and tapping it with his shovel. "Okay, there isn't any treasure here." He then approached the wall decoration shaped like Bill Cipher and tapped it with his shovel. But instead of realising there was gold, he saw brief flashes of Bill laughing, causing Stan to drop his shovel and to hold his head like it was in pain. "Woah! Wicked migraine!"
Meanwhile with Pacifica and Toby, the two were walking to the corridor that lead to what used to be Pacifica's bedroom with Toby taking pictures while Pacifica was on the phone trying to dial Mabel.
"Come on Mabel." Pacifica chided at her phone. "Pick up! Pick up! Pick up!"
"Hello?"
"Luz?!" Pacifica exclaimed in surprise.
"Who is this?"
"Dipper's girlfriend."
"Oh yeah!"
"Where's Mabel?" Pacifica asked.
"Well, we're still in the land of sugar and Mabel convinced Amity, Anne and Star to eat something called Smile Dip." Luz replied. "It's apparrantly banned in your universe and with good reason."
"What's happening?" Pacifica asked.
"Mabel thinks some bonsai is speaking to her, Amity is trying to eat her hair, Anne is doing all sorts of random exercises and Star is just staring off into the distance." Luz replied.
"And what about Doofenshmirtz?" Pacifica asked.
"He's coming up with a Smile Dip Reverse-Inator." Luz replied.
"Oh good." Pacifica replied.
"What about you?"
"Ahhhh!" Toby's scream made Pacifica almost drop her phone.
"I have to go." Pacifica hung up and ran to the scream which just happened to be Toby screaming at a mirror.
"Oh my gosh!" Toby exclaimed. "I didn't realise I was this ugly!"
Pacifica narrowed her eyes at the journalist. "You had me worried for a second!"
"What?! I never realised how scary I am." Toby said.
Pacifica sighed with annoyance. "Let's just keep looking."
And so the former Northwest heiress and the worst journalist in existence continued to explore the mansion, without noting the fact that the mirror turned to ice.
Elsewhere in the mansion, Dipper and Mac were in the room where Dipper first encountered the lumberjack ghost and with the fire still burning.
"Wait, the fire's been lit up." Mac pointed out. "That means only one thing! It means-"
"It's a cold night and Chip turned the fireplace on?" Dipper gave Mac a shoulder shrug.
"Fascinating theory." Mac commented. "But could it mean that the ghost knows of its presence and is hiding its cold presence by starting that fire?"
"Mr Beagles, your theory is absolutely nonsense." Dipper said. "And that's coming from somebody who thought my mosquito bites spelled out beware."
"Your mosquito bites spelled out beware?" Mac asked. "Couldn't they have spelt out bewarb?"
"That's what my Grunkle said." Dipper replied.
"Okay, I'm gonna use my ghost hunting device." Mac informed Dipper before pulling out said device which looked like an EVP tracker. But the ghost presenter was surprised when he saw that Dipper had his own, which looked better than his.
"Sorry, my other Grunkle is an inventor." Dipper said.
Mac, feeling as if he was being challenged, threw away his EVP tracker and pulled out a piece of toast. "Okay, if the toast lands butter side down, then that means we have a ghost in our midst."
"You want a practical way of finding out if there's a ghost?" Dipper asked before pulling out a coin. "If the coin doesn't land on heads or tails by the time it hits the floor and instead balances, then that means a ghost is here."
Mac then narrowed his eyes at Dipper and then ate the toast. "Okay, we'll try communicating." He then pulled out a pen and a piece of paper with the entire alphabet on it. "Ghost, if you are here, I want you to communicate with us! I am gonna move this pen along the alphabet and-"
"Or, I have a spirit box." Dipper said before pulling it out and activating it.
Mac then snatched the spirit box out of his hand and threw it out of the window.
"Hey!" Dipper exclaimed. "Mom and Dad spent good money on that for my 11th birthday!"
"Okay, no ghost hunting tricks." Mac demanded. "We're just gonna wander until we find something."
Dipper narrowed his eyes at his so-called idol before following him out the room. But before Dipper walked out of the room, he stopped to check himself up. That's when he noticed a dirt mark on his cheek that Pacifica would have found distracting. "Aww man." Dipper then licked his thumb and cleaned the dirt away. "Hmm, not bad."
Dipper then walked away to follow Mac, unknowingly ignoring the fact his reflection didn't move.
Meanwhile, Stan was busy trying to find the Northwest treasure by tapping on the walls for anything hollow. "Come on. Where is the secret passage?" Stan asked before continuing to tap on the wall for anything. But once again, nothing.
Just then, Chip Brille walked out from his office and saw Stan tapping on the wall and gave a puzzled look. "Mr Pines, what are you doing?" Chip asked.
"Uh…..Trying to annoy people by tapping my shovel against the wall." Stan replied.
"Well, you've succeeded." Chip responded.
"I'm gonna continue tapping." Stan said. "And if I'm lucky, I might find some Northwest treasure."
"Listen Stan, do you want to come into my office and have a drink?"
"Hmm, well, tapping on walls makes me very thirsty." Stan replied. "Sure, why not? Maybe there's a goblet I can…..not steal."
Chip smiled and motioned the crooked former owner of the Mystery Shack into the office while something red flew past.
Meanwhile, Pacifica and Toby Determined had arrived in what used to be Pacifica's bedroom, which was now filled with bushes, small burrows and overgrown vines.
"Wow, this bedroom looks like it belonged to a wild animal." Toby said.
"More like a bunch." Pacifica retorted.
"I was referring to you." Toby smiled at his joke that made Pacifica glare at him. She then punched the worst journalist of all time in the stomach, causing him to fall on the floor.
"Why didn't you keep your mouth shut?!" Pacifica angrily asked.
"I was trying my best at roasting people." Toby groaned. "Aww, I think my face fell in some racoon droppings. And I think you might be stepping in some."
Pacifica screamed and ran out of her former bedroom and quickly took off her shoes. "Uh! Why did it have to be my bedroom?! Why couldn't it have been the bathroom if McGucket uses the garden?!"
"I'm gonna wash my face, where's the bathroom?" Toby asked as he walked out of the room, covering his face.
"It's over there." Pacifica replied.
Toby quickly ran to the bathroom where he accidentally knocked over a mantelpiece with a vase on top, causing it to land on the bottom of a curtain and there was a scream. And behind the curtain was none other than Lil' Gideon, whoa was hiding behind the curtain for whatever the reason.
"Ow! My foot! Ow! Ow!"
"Gideon?" Pacifica queried.
"Pacifica, I am in pain." Gideon responded. "Can I continue screaming before I awkwardly acknowledge you?"
"What are you doing here?" Pacifica asked. "Are you a secret winner?"
Gideon soon stopped. "No, I'm here on my own mission."
"Robbing my family?" Pacifica queried while folding her arms.
"Why does everyone just assume I'm gonna do something evil?" Gideon asked.
"Because you're lil' Gideon!" Pacifica replied.
"Uh, one year later and people don't believe in redemption." Gideon said. "Even after I proved myself."
"What do you even want here?" Pacifica asked.
"Listen, Stan is in danger." Gideon explained.
"Why?"
"Just get out of here!" Gideon demanded. "Get Dipper, Stan, Chip and Mac out."
"What about Toby?"
"Wait, Toby's here?" Gideon asked.
"Yeah, he went into the bathroom." Pacifica replied before hearing the reporter scream in terror.
The two ran towards the bathroom with Gideon opening the door without any hesitation and saw a ghost of a man with a beard on fire, eyes blood red, fists with tattoos on each knuckle that spell out 'Hate, Hate.'
"Woah!" Pacifica exclaimed.
"Pacifica, help me." Toby begged.
"MY NAME IS JACOB BLOOD!" The ghost yelled. "I DEMAND THE BLOOD OF THE ONE MAN THAT BROUGHT ME SHAME AND MISERY BEFORE MY DEMISE ON THE NIGHT I LOST MY FIGHT! I DEMAND STAN PINES."
"Well keep looking wise guy!" Pacifica exclaimed.
"NOT WILLING TO GIVE HIM UP?!" The ghost laughed. "IF YOU DO NOT BRING ME THE BLOOD OF PINES! THIS UGLY LITTLE CHILD WILL GET IT!"
"That's not an ugly little child, that's a grown man." Pacifica pointed out.
The ghost stared at the Northwest with an embarrassed expression before taking a look at Toby to see if he actually was a kid. "OH! HE IS A FULL GROWN MAN! I THOUGHT HE WAS AN UGLY KID WITH A MOUSTACHE!"
"Aww, even the dead think I'm ugly." Toby groaned.
The ghost then disappeared along with Toby while the journalist screamed. Gideon and Pacifica stared at where the ghost was floating with fear. Their skin shivering and their teeth chattering.
"So, this was what you wanted Stan to escape from?" Pacifica asked.
"Something like that." Gideon replied. "But we have to find that ghost."
Pacifica nodded her head at Gideon and then the two started running along the corridor to try and find the ghost.
Meanwhile, Dipper and Mac Beagles were exploring one of the corridors of the mansion while continuing their little contest about who was the better paranormal investigator.
"One time, I helped my girlfriend deal with a haunting at this very manor." Dipper said. "But, she then dealt with it herself because it had to be a Northwest."
"Ha!" Mac scoffed at Dipper's face. "I once dealt with a ghost clown at a clown hotel."
"I once dealt with an evil ship shifting clown."
"I once dealt with a skin-walker."
"I once fought a shape changer."
"I once fought a ghost mirror."
"I once swapped my bodies with my sister thanks to a carpet."
"Okay, that seems too far fetched." Mac said.
"So do yours." Dipper pointed out. "A hotel of clowns? Who would build something so horrifying? Heck, who'd even want to sleep there?"
"I did." Mac replied. "And I was traumatised."
"Did you have a ghost clown standing at the side of your bed?" Dipper asked.
"No, but I had a ghost mime." Mac said. "And if there's one thing I fear, it's mimes."
"Aren't mimes technically clowns?" Dipper asked.
"Metamfiezomaiophobia." Mac said. "That's the name of my fear of mimes."
"Where did the fear of mimes even come from?"
"One made me late for work." Mac replied.
Dipper rolled his eyes at the man he enjoyed mocking before continuing to look around. It was at this moment, he realised there was a shivering feeling around the room. He exhaled and realised that he could see his breath. "Oh no."
"PIIIIIIIINES!" Out from a picture of Preston Northwest standing on the Earth, came the ghost of Jason Blood who had murderous intent plastered on his ghostly face. "PINES! I DEMAND YOUR BLOOD!"
"Me?!" Dipper asked.
"I SMELL THE BLOOD OF PINES ON YOU!" Jason replied. "YET, YOU ARE NOT THE PINES IM LOOKING FOR!"
"What have one of my ancestors done to you?" Dipper asked. "Maybe I can help you."
"HELP?! THATS WHAT STAN PINES SAID AFTER BEATING ME IN OUR FINAL FIGHT!"
Dipper groaned. "Great, just what I need. A ghost with a grudge against my Grunkle."
"Well, if he has a grudge against you, good luck kid." Mac said before running away like a coward.
"Mac!" Dipper exclaimed.
The ghost laughed as it floated towards Dipper. "SO, STAN IS YOUR GRUNKLE? FUNNY WAY OF SAYING GREAT UNCLE, BUT THEN AGAIN THIS IS GRAVITY FALLS! ANYWAY, YOUR BLOOD IS MINE!"
"Why?" Dipper asked. "Why not just go looking for my Grunkle Stan? He is here."
"OH HE IS?!" The ghost laughed. "WHERE IS HE?! AND WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR YOU TO TAKE ME TO HIM?!"
"No." Dipper responded.
"COME ON, PRETTY PLEASE!" The ghost begged.
"No."
"ALRIGHT, I'LL HAVE TO TAKE YOUR SOUL!"
Just then, Pacifica and Gideon ran towards near where the ghost was and watched as the ghost approached Dipper and was about to suck his soul. But Dipper quickly ran underneath the ghost and towards the two.
"Gideon, I don't know what you're doing here but run!" Dipper yelled before he, Pacifica and Gideon started running away.
The three continued to run along the mansion while the ghost continued to chase them, intending to probably suck their souls.
"BRING ME THE BLOOD OF STAN PINES!" Jacob yelled.
"What happened?" Pacifica asked.
"Well, Mac Beagles turned out to be a coward and we were pretty much right." Dipper responded.
"I was talking about the ghost, but that's a good response." Pacifica replied.
They continued running with Gideon pulling a shelf to keep the ghost from following them. But with him being a ghost, he obviously went through it.
"MORON!" Jacob yelled.
They continued running and ran passed the door that lead to Chip Brille's office and screaming in terror. Stan then opened the door to see what the screaming was about.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!" Stan yelled. "What's going on?!"
"Grunkle Stan, get back in the office!" Dipper yelled.
"Why?!" Stan asked.
"STAN PINES!"
"Jacob Blood?!" Stan yelled in shock.
"Who?" Chip asked as he walked out from his office before acknowledging the ghost. "Oh dear."
"THANK YOU CHIP BRILLE, FOR BRINGING ME STAN PINES!"
"Wait, why did he say that?" Stan asked.
"Now, let me explain…." Chip responded before giving a long awkward pause. "…I have nothing to say about it."
"You deliberately lured my Grunkle here just to deal with a ghost that wants his blood?!' Dipper angrily asked.
"Well….the thing is…" Chip then ran back into the office and locked the door.
Stan then gave Jason an awkward smile. "Hey Jason, how are you?"
"EH, BEEN BUSY TRYING TO GET MY REVENGE!"
"You've been blaming me for your death?" Stan asked. "If I recall correctly you walked off of a cliff in pitch black darkness during a power cut!"
"ON THE SAME NIGHT YOU DEFEATED ME!" Jacob replied. "NOW I DEMAND BLOOD! AND BY BLOOD I MEAN YOURS!"
Jacob then picked up Stan by his collar and lifted him in the air. "Dipper, do something!" Pacifica yelled.
"Help him!" Gideon yelled.
Dipper then looked upwards and noticed a silver mirror hanging on the wall. He smiled and grabbed it to use it to his advantage.
"I HAVE WAITED FOR TOO LONG STAN PINES!"
"And I've been waiting to throw a punch at your face for a long time as well." Stan said before punching Jacob in the face, but his fist accidentally went through his face. "Well, that crosses off something else off the bucket list."
"FOOL! NOW SUFFER!"
"Hey Jacob, how about you reflect on your life?" Dipper asked before showing Jacob the mirror.
"HA! I LOOK GOOD AS A GHOST!" Jacob said. "WAIT, WHAT IS THAT MEANT TO BE-"
Suddenly, Jacob got sucked into the mirror and causing him to let go of Stan. "Woah! That was close!" Stan commented. "And Dipper, did you use a mirror pun?"
"Uh….." Gideon groaned. "…and I thought my dad had some very bad puns."
"What?" Dipper asked. "I thought it was a good pun."
"It was better than all your others, hun." Pacifica said.
"SUCK UP!"
"Shut up, Jacob!" Stan demanded. "I have a crooked man to deal with. Dipper, can you exorcise the ghost?"
"I will Grunkle Stan." Dipper replied while staring at the ghost in the mirror with suspicion like he knew that there was something wrong.
"We'll go look for Toby and Mac." Pacifica said.
"Guys, there's something I need to tell you." Gideon informed the two.
"What is it Gideon?" Dipper asked not even giving him a suspicious or accusing glare.
"It's about-" But before Gideon could reply, the sound of someone banging their fists against the door.
"Chip! Open up!" Stan demanded. "You set me up?! I can't believe you!"
"Look Gideon, I'll talk about this later, I have a ghost I feel the need to question." Dipper said before exiting the mansion.
"Dipper!" Gideon exclaimed.
"Gideon, what do you want to tell us?" Pacifica asked.
"You're in danger." Gideon replied. "Stan has something that someone wants."
"But what about Toby and Mac?" Pacifica asked.
"At this point, they're already dead." Gideon replied.
"What do you mean?!" Pacifica asked impatiently.
Suddenly, the doors to Chip's office swung open threateningly and the lights went out. "Wait, did the lights go out or are my cataracts going up again?"
Meanwhile, Mac was busy hiding behind the closet of one of the many rooms at the former Northwest mansion. He had been there for about 7 minutes since this was everything he did as a host of one of the most popular paranormal documentaries to ever air.
"Just like you do on Ghost Harassers." Mac whispered to himself. "Boy this is scary. I kind of regret leaving this kid alone….eh, he was a bit selfish anyway. He kind of did deserve it. Hmm, I'm not talking to anyone at the moment." The host of the iconic documentary started rummaging through his pocket and realised he had a camera in his pocket. "Oh, that's right."
Mac reached into his pocket for his camera and turned it on to record himself. But unbeknownst to him, the camera was not only recording himself, but someone else entirely. It was Miara, Stanford Pines' sort of daughter. "Okay, it's just me, on my own at the moment."
But meanwhile outside the mansion, Dipper has gotten to a faraway location from the mansion so he could perform the exorcist on the ghost that wanted his Grunkle. But, he was busy being bothered by something else entirely. While the ghost was patiently waiting for his fate that he decided to sing.
"And now we'll be, just friends. We'll only be, just friends." The ghost sang. "Hey Pines blood, are you gonna move it along? I have better places to be. By the way, is that how the lyrics to Just Friends by Love Sentence goes?"
Dipper sighed. "Sorry Mr Blood, it's just that I felt kidnapping you was too easy."
"ARE YOU CALLING ME WEAK?!" The ghost angrily asked.
"No, no, no." Dipper responded. "I mean, I've dealt with ghosts before and they were very hard. But you were too easy and I don't like it."
"Well, what do you expect when you're pulled from the afterlife?"
Dipper then went wide eyed in disbelief. "Wait, what do you mean you were pulled from the afterlife?"
"I just was." Jacob replied. "I don't know how it happened. But, I remember that Chip Brille was standing in front of me telling me stuff about Stan being alive and then, he told me to wreak havoc in the Northwest manor demanding Stan Pines' blood. Even though my death was my own fault."
"Wait, if you knew your death was your own fault, why were you acting like your death wasn't?" Dipper asked.
"I got in too deep in character." Jacob replied.
"Hmm, then there was a competition that me, Pacifica, Stan, Toby and Mac Beagles won that we didn't even enter." Dipper pointed out before walking around in a circle trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. "You wanted blood of my Grunkle because of Chip Brille then he says we won a competition. Unless….." It was at this moment, Dipper realised what was going on. "Oh no! I'm coming Grunkle Stan!"
"Hey, are you going to let me out?" Jacob asked.
But Dipper had already entered the mansion and ran into Chip Brille's office, where he saw Chip was standing in front of a tied up Stan, Pacifica and Gideon. And next to him, was Miara and the ice zombie that is Preston Northwest.
Before Dipper could react, he was grabbed by someone around his strength and forced him to the floor. And who was it? It was another Dipper, but this one was wearing an eyepatch.
"Hello Dipper, good to see you again." The evil Dipper greeted.
But Dipper already knew who this Dipper was and narrowed his eyes at him. "Mabel Dipper! Why are you wearing an eyepatch?"
"I thought it looked cool." Mabel Dipper replied. "Do you think it's cool?"
Dipper gave his evil counterpart an unsure expression. "Kinda."
"Enough!" Chip demanded in a more serious tone of voice. "It is time."
"So, this so-called contest was just a ruse for you to get close to my Grunkle?" Dipper queried. "And you got me, Pacifica, Toby and Mac Beagles involved just to not look suspicious."
Chip smiled while taking a sip of what appeared to be swamp water. "Clever boy."
"You hear that Miara?!" Stan asked his super niece. "You could learn something instead of being a mute! I mean, your kind had all the resources to clone my brother and his old flame, but they couldn't give you a brain."
Miara was about to slap her uncle, but Chip grabbed her by the arm. "Don't. In case you've forgotten, we need him. Besides, I think you've had enough violence for tonight." Chip motioned to a destroyed camera that was placed on the table that Dipper recognised as Mac Beagles' own.
This caused Dipper to narrow his eyes at every single villain in the room. "You monsters! You cold hearted monsters! And I'm not referring to you Preston! I swear that wasn't a bad ice pun!"
"Let us go!" Pacifica demanded. "We don't deserve this!"
"Yeah!" Gideon agreed.
"Except for Gideon, you can keep him!"
"Hey!" Gideon exclaimed.
"Silence!" Chip demanded. "Let's start this night off with our big reveal. Let's start by going down memory lane. Remember Michael C Hall? Star of TV's Baxter. How you thought he was someone named Toffee? Correct?"
Dipper only narrowed his eyes at Chip, who just smiled sinisterly. "He does." Mabel Dipper replied.
Chip smiled. "I know. But Michael C Hall didn't turn out to be Toffee did he?" Chip then took off a ring and closed his eyes. "Well, Toffee had been walking among you all along." Chip then opened his eyes to reveal them as bright orange. Then his skin started to turn into a dark green and his contorting into a stout. His hair turning black and becoming smoother. And his bright yellow suit turning into a traditional dark suit with a red tie. And then his hands! His five fingered left hand turned into a four fingered hand while his right turned into a three fingered hand with an obvious finger missing.
It was at this moment that Dipper realised that Michael C Hall wasn't Toffee, nor was Toffee just Toffee, Chip Brille had been Toffee all along.
"Hello Dipper." Toffee greeted the male Pines twin.
"Toffee!" Dipper snarled at his nemesis.
"And I can confirm." Toffee replied. "Do you have any idea how hard it was playing a person like Chip? All the glitz and all the enthusiasm, it was hard replicating his personality. Anyway, Preston, knock Stan out."
Preston nodded his head in response and approached Stan, who was struggling to escape.
"Hey! Don't put your cold hands on me! If they were warm, I would have been fine about it!" Preston ignored Stan's demand and placed his cold blue hand on his neck and knocked him out in an instant.
"What did you do with him, Preston?!" Pacifica angrily asked her father, who snarled at his daughter for not referring to him as the name he wanted.
"He is going to awaken the one thing I wanted from his mind." Toffee replied.
Dipper froze. "What?"
"In the Dreamscape." Toffee replied. "You failed to find what I wanted, but Gideon on the other hand, he knows what I wanted and told no one about it."
It was at this moment, Stan's fingers started twitching and he was rising like he was a mummy. A sight that was eerie for Dipper and Pacifica. But for Gideon, it was terrifying.
"Grunkle Stan?" Dipper asked.
"That ain't your Grunkle." Gideon informed Dipper, looking petrified. "It's worse. It's pure evil."
Stan stood up and then smiled sinisterly before laughing sinisterly. The laugh wasn't just a regular sinister laugh, it was a familiar sinister laugh that made Dipper, Pacifica, Gideon and even Mabel Dipper absolutely terrified.
Stan opened his eyes to reveal that his eyes were yellow and in the shape of a cat's. But Stan wasn't possessed by a cat, he was possessed by none other than Bill Cipher, whom was still doing his signature laugh.
"Well! Well! Well! Well! Well! Well! Well! Well!" Bill lamented. "Look who I'm seeing with my own two eyes! Pine tree!"
"But-But-But-But you're dead!" Pacifica exclaimed.
Stanley Bill (Binley)turned around to face Pacifica still sporting a sinister grin. "And if it isn't Llama? And if my host's memory serves correct, than you and Pine Tree are gonna be planting little Pine Trees in years time!"
"Too far, master." Toffee said.
"Do I care if things go too far?" Binley asked.
"How are you alive?!" Gideon asked angrily.
"I'm glad you asked." Binley replied. "Remember when ya'll wiped Stanley's memory just to get rid of me? Well, let's say that bringing back his memories also brought me back." Binley soon laughed out loud. "It's funny because you guys never thought this through clearly!"
"What are you planning Bill?!" Dipper asked angrily. "Revenge?! And what do these four have to do with this?!"
"Oh, those four are just my army!" Binley replied. "Meet Toffee, Miara, Preston and Dipper 2.5 AKA my Four Horsemen of Weirdmageddon!" Binley then narrowed his eyes at Preston. "You happy Presty? You're now a member of my Four Horsemen! And thanks to my awesome second in command, he has brought everyone together so I can explain my next stage of Weirdmageddon!"
"Wouldn't that have people trying to stop your plan?" Mabel Dipper asked.
"Where's the fun in people trying to stop me?!" Binley asked. "It'll be boring if I didn't tell someone about my plan! You see, Weirdmageddon was number 1, my plan A. During Weirdmageddon, I spent the time to prepare plans for Weirdmageddon 2.5 just in case things fail. So, I revived Toffee and made him explore the multiverse and I'm glad he did! Gravity Falls, Danville, Amphibia, Mewni and the Boiling Isles shall be merged into one! It'll be amazing! Well, it would be if I wasn't in this body. I mean, if only there was a way out of this body. Oh wait a second, there is! Deep in the woods of Gravity Falls there is a petrified statue of me that is offering a generous handshake and it needs someone to shake it so he can be free." Binley laughed. "But it could only be shaken when someone who desires something shakes it!"
"Then, why not use one of your Horsemen?" Dipper asked. "I mean, I'm pretty sure they all want something. Toffee wants his finger back, Dipper Mabel wants his Mabel back, Preston wants money and Miara…..I don't even know what you want."
"Well, they kind of shook my hand with Toffee acting on my behalf." Binley replied. "I can only shake their hands once. So my question is, what do you all desire from me?"
"Come on you three, surely you all wants something." Toffee remarked. "Gideon, don't you want everyone to forget everything you've done? Pacifica, don't you want your relationship with Dipper to last through summer? And what do you want Dipper? What do you wish for? Do you want the same for Pacifica?"
Dipper, Pacifica and Gideon looked around frantically all while Binley laughed maniacally.
"Now, one of you better shake my hand!" Binley demanded. "Shake my hand!"
"We will never shake your hand!" Dipper protested. "I've learnt my lesson!"
"Oh well, unless you want death for your family, than you better start shaking my hand!" Binley once again demanded. "Or…maybe I can kill Pacifica!" Binley then wrapped their arm around Pacifica's neck, implying what he was intending. "And don't think I'm afraid to turn her into a corpse, because I'm not." Binley once again laughed manically while Dipper narrowed his eyes with tears falling from his face.
"BILL CIPHER!"
"Wait, who said that?" Binley asked as he looked around the room to trace the voice. And before he could say everything he knew, he was knocked out by a chair, causing him to let go of her and falling to the floor.
It was at this moment, the room around them turned into a snowy landscape and it wasn't caused by Preston.
Amidst the confusion, Miara was trying to make sure the wind didn't blow her away, Toffee was blinded by the snow, Preston was being plummeted by his old furniture and Mabel Dipper got blown out of the door which caused him to let go of Dipper.
And who was causing this mess, it was none other than Jacob Blood who appeared in front of the room and looked to Dipper.
"GET OUT!"
But Dipper was confused as to how the ghost got out of the mirror, but then he realised he left the mirror in a position where the rising sun could free him.
"GET YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND THAT LITTLE….HUMAN…..PIGLET, OUT!"
Dipper nodded his head and started carrying an unconscious Gideon over his shoulder with Pacifica standing up.
"Wait, what about your Grunkle?" Pacifica asked.
It was at this moment, Stan awoken and he didn't have Bill's signature yellow eyes. The crooked Grunkle looked around the office with confusion. "Huh, when did we get into the Arctic?"
"No time, get out!" Dipper responded. The four, with Dipper still carrying Gideon, quickly ran out of the mansion, into the parking lot and diving right into Stan's car with Stan jumping into the driver's side and driving away from the mansion and back to the shack.
The four were exhausted with Dipper holding his girlfriend's hand since he was very worried for her safety, Gideon was still unconscious while Stan didn't know how to react.
"What happened?!" Stan asked.
"Do you want me to explain?!" Gideon asked.
"No." Stan replied. "But somehow I feel like I was under control from someone."
"That's because you were." Dipper replied. "Grunkle Stan, you were possessed by Bill."
"Impossible." Stan retorted. "We got rid of him when he was stuck in my mind. I mean, sure I lost my memories but I'm glad you brought them back which in return had no…Wait, Bill being brought back as well as my memories makes too much sense."
"What are we going to do?" Dipper asked.
"I….don't know." Stan replied as he continued to stare at the road. "I mean, what if I hurt you? What if I hurt someone? What if I-"
"Stan, things might be fine as long as none of us shake Bill's statue no matter how hard we might be tempted." Pacifica replied.
"I know but, what if Bill makes you?" Stan asked. "Do I need to put myself on an abandoned island? Or do I need chains on me when I'm sleeping?"
What could they do? What could everyone do in this situation with Stan being controlled by something not of this dimension.
Epilogue.
In a ghost dimension, Luz and Doofenshmirtz were standing in front of a sick looking Mabel, Star and Anne since the four of them consumed smile dip. Well, Amity seemed alright despite the consumption. But luckily, Doofenshmirtz reversed the effects with his Smile-Dip-Reverse-Inator.
"Okay guys, I think it's best that we don't go to a candy dimension ever again." Luz said. "I mean, sure I eat a lot of sugar but at least I know how to be careful. My question is, have we all learnt our lesson?"
But there were just groans as a response from everyone except for Amity who stared at them with a blank face.
"My tummy hurts." Mabel groaned in pain.
"Mine too." Anne groaned.
But Star's cheeks swelled up and quickly ran away to throw up somewhere. If they had anywhere to throw up in in the Ghost dimension.
"I don't know why you guys are in pain." Amity said. "I feel fine."
"Darn witch stomach!" Mabel groaned before dropping to the floor and moving about.
"I mean, the hallucinations are gone."
"Excuse me!" Yelled the familiar voice of Toby who ran up to the group. "This is my first time being dead, how does this work?"
The sudden appearance of Toby made Amity stare at him in fear, thinking that he might be a terrifying hallucination.
"Hey Doofenshmirtz, you think you could blast me again?"