While Morty followed Dipper to the cashier's place. Dipper decided to break the ice "So, Morty is your name? What brings you and your grandfather to Gravity Falls?"

"W-well, it wasn't exactly by intentionally, We were traveling in one dimension-"

"Wait…hold on, you're saying you both are, from ANOTHER DIMENSION!?" the Pines boy exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Dude, you're from another dimension?" Another voice uttered in amazement.

Morty looked back and saw a tall redhead with a head cape which had a Pine Tree sign wearing a green flannel, in the cashier sit leaving her magazine and looking back at him, he was a bit startled as he didn't expect someone else intruding in this conversation, much less someone with a brawny body built as if she took apocalypse training.

"Uhm…yes?" the yellow shirt boy answered, a bit intimidated by the lanky teen.

Dipper's face immediately lit up and start questioning the poor boy non-stop as they moved in the hallway, it didn't help that the redhead girl who later known her name as Wendy also questioned him as well except it wasn't as scientific or world-altering as Dipper's, more in the line of 'Who's the most popular celebrity?' or 'Are high schools terrible there too?'. To say both of the interrogators were disappointed with some of the results they got would be an understatement, turns out their subject of interrogation's dimension is not so different than theirs, except for some reason people don't panic upon seeing literal aliens or anything that isn't considered as normal.

When they reached the living room, they met a brown-haired girl with a pink sweater that had a purple star sign and was busy eating her own sparkled homemade cookies.

"PSSSH! Bah! Ah! Note to self, cookies, and glitter don't mix well!"

Mabel's brother spoke "Mabel! You won't believe who this guy is!" Even despite the rather anticlimactic results from asking about their guest's home dimension, the prospect of having not one but two interdimensional travelers other than Great Uncle Ford in the shack was exhilarating, all the tales they had and all they saw from their trips across the multiverse.

Mabel turned her gaze upon Morty, his eyes twinkled and she wore a stupid smile as she jumped "I do believe in vampires being misunderstood!"

Dipper rolled his eyes at his sister's new target.

"This is Morty, he and his grandfather are from another dimension!"

"Shut up! Having vampires as a company is good but a guy from another world is even better!" she cried out in renewed interest.

"Eh is not as interesting as I hoped, and here I was hoping he came from a parallel earth where high school doesn't suck or something," Wendy muttered.

Morty didn't know if he should be flattered or creeped out over the fact that Dipper's twin sister found him attractive "Uh…how old are you both?"

"We both are 13, and will be 14 near the end of summer." Mabel proudly stated.

"Woah, are you sure? Because I'm also 13 but you look…younger!" the brown-haired boy wondered.

"And I'm 15." the Lumberjane announced.

"15!? You look taller than even my sister!" Rick's grandson blurted in astonishment before he shut his mouth using his right hand, remembering that it is rude to comment on a girl's age much less their height.

"Eh, the benefit of having a Lumberjack the size of a bear as your dad." she shrugged, not bothered by that to his relief.

"Then that means we are the same age! I'm Mabel by the way! It rhymes with Maple!" she replied as she became closer and closer to him to his discomfort.

"Will you knock it off? I want to know about interdimensional travel and its explorations!"

Morty anxiously looked back and forth between the twins and the redhead teen, one obviously had a thing for him which he wasn't sure how he should react, the other two were more interested in his travels and let's just say, most of his adventures with his grandpa aren't exactly stellar.

This was one of those few moments he wished Rick would drag him to another crazy and/or traumatizing adventure to not be the center of the incoming cluster.


Rick looked at his broken Portal Gun throw a magnifying glass to detect the damage and was doing some tweaks and repairs to fix it using the tools and materials he had as he used a solder from his other hand to melt things together, Ford was close chatting with him as he was leaning to a wall.

"And That's how we eliminated the threat of Bill, the multiverse is a better place without him."

"The multiverse is infinite Sixer, there will always be some megalomaniac hellbent on conquering the multiverse(as if that's even possible), though I admit I'm glad that I no longer have to worry about some one-eye nacho with a hat keep buzzing in my head for my Portal, had to chew him out to leave me in that miserable existence we call life."

Ford suppressed his urge to roll his eyes over Rick's typical nihilism, but then the word 'Bill' sat in his mind "Wait…He tried to make a deal with you??"

"Oh yeah, that corn-chip with escapism problems wanted my Portal Gun for some 'Vague' power or some shit, had to shut him up real good from annoying me, and even then that mascara wearing-Mr-Peanut wannabe tried to get his way by visiting Morty while sleeping, I tell ya that scrawny kid was so scared of him that he made a mess in his own bed!" Rick chuckled at that memory, his partner, on the other hand, wasn't amused at all, he had Bill haunting his dreams after he broke his deal with him for some time and it drove him to the edge of sanity.

"I think you are underlying how dangerous Bill is, or was in this case." Sixer counteracted.

"The trilateral cyclops has barely done anything when I was in Morty's head, it was just Morty being a hyperventilating mess, though I had to inject the whole fam with nanomachines specifically made to block Mr. Illuminati from annoying us after my pitiful sorry excuse of a Son-In-Law tried to suck up to him."

The white coat-wearing man refuted Poindexter's worries which resulted in him sighing in both relief and a bit of irritation, just now he remembered why they parted ways, genius or not his callousness was on the nerve.

"By any chance, do you have any booze? I forgot to bring my flask, and I mean the good stuff." Rick pondered.

"Sure, I have some wine in my mini fridge." Stanford offered.

"Pass" Sanchez bluntly responded.

"There is some booze up in the kitchen." The elder pines stated.

"Now you are talking!" the alcoholic old man beamed.

"Want me to go get it for you?" The author of journals volunteered.

"Nah, it's almost finished anyway, just need some tests and adjustments, I go get it myself, good thing I stumbled upon you to make things easier." Rick refused his generosity and went to grab a drink.

"I'm glad to help, thank God Stanley didn't tamper with my stuff much, I love my brother but he doesn't think things through much. He even once got himself lost in the shack! I still don't know how that's even possible."

As Rick walked, Ford's comment about this "Ley" reminded him of Jerry, except he doubted even this Pines being as much as an idiot as him, everytime he thought he saw Jerry reach the bottom, he to his exasperation finds a way to be the greatest moron he ever had the unpleasure of meeting, the fact that he had to deal with him on a daily basis and his moronic unemployed genes polluted his grandchildren only made things worse.

As he walked toward the kitchen, on the way he met the vivacious man who he learned his name is Soos from his ex-partner.

"GEEK!" he startled Soos behind him as he walked away.

"I take that as a compliment!" The spirited man proudly announced.

When the interdimensional criminal finally reached the kitchen, he opened the fridge, and the first thing he saw was Pitt Colas "Ugh, Ford you lying bastard, this isn't booze." he slammed the door and decided to search other places in the kitchen.

"There must be some beer at least in this shithole…" He kept searching.

Then Stanely showed up as he was talking to himself "I can't believe I got mistaken as my twin AGAIN, at least I didn't get spanked like that case with Shermie when he went berserk this time! this whole identity switching thing has been nothing but a pain in my-" he failed to finish as he heard swears being murmured by the guy who just pointed some sci-fi-sci-fi cannon at him.

"Hey! I heard that! I let this slide but you better not use that foul mouth of yours near the kids!"

"I can do whatever I want pal." the blue-haired man leered in indifference.

"Not in this house you can't!"

"Last I checked, this is Stanford's property and you just live in it." he mocked.

Stan frowned in irritation and pointed a finger at him "I don't care if you are some big shot! The kids are my responsibility! If they hurt in any way I will-"

"Blah blah blah, 'I will make you regret ever borning in the first place!' or some shit, I wouldn't even care if you teach your Morties the overrated convoluted art of heisting or what not, whatever." he finally found beers from the cabinet.

"YES! Hit the jackpot! It's space Christmas!" he grabs one.

"HEY! That's my personal stash bub, fair and square!" the conman protested.

"A con artist lecturing me about what's fair? Newsflash sucka, life ain't fair! And your twin said I could grab some." Rick mentioned.

"He WHAT!?" The con artist furiously marched toward the place his twin brother was, leaving Rick as he was helping himself with a beer and looking for a bag of chips.

Until he felt the gaze of someone staring at him "Are you done gawking?" the nihilistic scientist questioned.

It was Mason Pines who was staring at him, like a boy who just met some celebrity. "There are like a MILLION questions I have."

"I don't have the whole week, kid."

"Well..how do you know Great Uncle Ford? He never mentioned you."

"Oh well… I suppose that's fair, I and Fordsy go back decades ago, I found him walking around in a bar like a fish out of the water, he saw me using my Portal Gun and putting off some bounty hunters who came for my head, after that ruckus he stuck with me like a puppy due to both fascination and me being the first human he met in his journeys, me and Sixer had some good times…but let's just say we couldn't see thing eye to eye anymore"- he grabs a bag of chips and opens it "-so we departed to our merry ways."

"What about the hoppings?"

"The what?"

"I mean you must know a lot about interdimensional travels from what I've heard and likely seen things no one ever-"

"Look"- Rick goes for the fridge -"Ford says you are a smart kid so I'm going to be straightforward with you, dimensional hoppings is just not for everyone, it takes an iron stomach and an even more ironed out mind, not to mention you would be at the risk of opening a big nasty can of worms." He grabs a sauce from the fridge, and next shut the fridge.

Dipper's eyebrows got up, from what he had heard from Morty, his grandfather is a discourteous man who many times grabbed him and others in his adventures, especially when it benefits him, although he couldn't shake the feeling that there are some things Morty purposefully left in the dark as he seems very reluctant to talk about their adventures in full details.

"Or, Maybe because you don't want to tell me anything so you are using fear tactics to make me lose interest and not annoy you." The 13 years old narrowed his eyes.

Rick froze as he was about to take a chip with sauce on it, cut off guard by the boy's inquisitive deduction "...Well slam and call me Jerry-lover, You really ARE related to that nerd." He said a slight bit of being impressed.

Dipper blinked, he didn't expect a compliment.

"But, I wasn't joking." He eats the chip. "Urp-about the risks, it can mess people up hard, drive them mad, it requires balls of titanium. Even Fordsy admitted that making an interdimensional portal for world peace was a very farce idea and I had to mind wipe some memories from myself and my companions just to keep us sane." He opens a beer and takes a sip "Mmmm now that's the real shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"- he recalled Stanley's words as the brown-haired kid looked at him.

-"iiiip! Yes! It tastes like a dingy ship from the jerky dimension!" He tried to correct it, mentally he was slapping himself for pulling a Morty.

"Do you know Bill?"

"To my displeasure, yes, he once tried to get my Portal before I gave him the universal sign of f-buzz off!'". The Blue-haired man answered.

Before he gets the chance to ask about it further, his sister called him "Dang it Dipper, you are taking this too long! Come on!"

Dipper massaged his eyes "Can't believe she is in her Boyz Crazy mood again, please tell me your kid isn't some psychopath, a freak of nature, or some supernatural creature posing as a human?" he pleaded.

"Morty is 100% human alright." Rick eats more chips with his beer in another hand, whereas Dipper sighs in relief, thanking God that for once he is just a normal person.

"Although, I suggest not leaving your sister alone with him, typical teenage hormones get the better of him often."

The relief abruptly stops.

"Same advice about your girlfriend."

Before Mason could question him about it, he gets blushed by that assumption "W-wendy is not my-"

"Don't care." He said plainly. "Now if you excuse me, I need to take a sh-pi-eh-AGH! Being modest is stupid!" He leaves and steps toward the bathroom as he mumbled.

Upside in Dipper and Mabel's room, Morty decided in order to prevent any inquisition from the girls, to do a play called 'you tell one of your adventures, I tell one of mine' game so that he averted any awkward questions, which had mixed results.

"Ehhhh, I don't want to scare you, but aren't you disturbed by the very fact that a bunch of middle-aged men tried to forcefully marry you?" Morty inquired and recoiled upon what he heard.

"You mean.."- realization hits on what he means and gets a bit green -"Ew no! It wasn't like that! The whole 'me becoming a queen' was just a title because they were desperate for someone to order them around! if that was the case, believe me, my grunkles would send them back to the medieval ages." Mabel shook off and shuddered, after which Morty sighs in solace.

"Wait, hold on, YOU drugged Robbie and Tambry to get together!?" Wendy cried out in a scandalized tone.

"Well…"- Mabel used her left hand to scratch her "At least Robbie no longer stalks you." She vocalized in awkwardness, she could feel the weight of the stares.

"B-bu-t even if we ignore the fact that y-you basically violated their free wills, do you know how m-MANY ways that could have ended horribly!?" the boy with white shoes nearly choked just saying that. The girls upon that response looked at him in question and worried.

Before The girl with a sweater could ask "Don't ask, just please don't…." Morty cut her with a hand on his face as he cringed at his experience with 'Love Portions', he was so not going to tell about that absolute fuckfest, fortunately for him, he doesn't have too.

"Mabel, may you come privately?" It was Mabel's brother from behind the door.

"Sure bro." She came to her twin outside of the room.

"You do know speaking privately behind a guest is rude, right?"

Her male sibling ignored that "I thought you were over your Boyz Crazy phase!"

"I am broseph!" The brown-haired girl retorted indignantly.

" 'Having vampires as a company is good but a guy from another world is even better' ?" Mabel's male sibling quotes her words in a snarky tone.

"I'm serious! I'm not going to ask out every midway crush I see this time! I'm just testing the waters, you know, know the guy better, making sure he secretly isn't into puppets or a bunch of gnomes piling up before deciding whether to ask him out, all that." She assured her twin.

"Well, considering what I gathered from him and his grandpa, I believe they are very...morally ambiguous people," Dipper responded in a suspicious tone.

"What are you talking about?"

"Have you noticed how reluctant Morty is from talking about his adventures? Like he is intentionally hiding some details? Not to mention he sounds a lot like Blendin which admittedly can be explained by either Blendin being an older version of him who for some reason didn't remember us the first time we met or an alternate version of him and from what I gathered, his grandpa and Great Uncle Ford had a falling out."

"Pfff you are being para-"

"-noid? Name me ONE time my 'paranoia' wasn't proven valid! In case you have forgotten, we dealt with LITERAL cryptids, conspiracies, a Lovecraftian demon, and our guests and Great Uncle are multiversal travelers! There is no such thing as being 'too paranoid' when it involves our lives!" Dipper was exasperated in outrage.

"You…have a point…but still, it's not nice to judge people on mere assumptions, 'never judge a book by its cover' you know." Mabel reasoned.

"Fine, but we should still keep an eye on our 'guests'…" Mason implored as he gestured to Morty.


"WHO THE HELL THAT GUY THINKS HE IS!?" Stan shouted with Ford as the witness.

"I told you, Rick is one of my acquaintances from my travels in the multiverse." Poindexter calmly responded.

"That doesn't mean he can waltz around our house and do whatever the heck he wants!" Ley complained while he walked furiously back and forth.

"Technically, it's now Ramirez's property, but okay." He informed him.

"What even is a Morty??"

"His derogatory terms were always a mystery to me."

"And he deliberately pushes my buttons with his mocking! I swear he makes even Preston look humble!"

"He does…has that effect on people." Stanley's twin agreed. "I assure you, Stanley, I have no plan of him staying much any longer, as soon as he fixes his Portal he'll be gone."

"He better! I don't think I can stand that guy any longer before I-!"

"Before what?" An apathetic voice came, and both older Pines twins returned their gaze back to the stairs and saw none other than the obnoxious Rick Sanchez himself coming down.

The con artist of the twins was about to utter something before he was cut by a hand from Sanchez in a motion of stop.

"Please, don't embarrass yourself." He mused. "By the way Sixer"- he looked back at his fellow interdimensional traveler "Met your kid, you're lucky you have a prodigy who asks the right questions instead of some hormonal mess." he told in a slight hint of jealousy.

"WHAT!? You better not-"

"Better what? Not wasting his life teaching him to counterfeit money which has a sexually ambiguous Franklin on it?" The blue-haired scientist conveyed a fake hypothesis that stopped his opponent from finishing his sentence.

"OR! Maybe to grow up like their washed-up loser second to my son-in-law?" he didn't know the full details; nonetheless, the details he got from his ex colleague with his deduction was enough to get a picture of who Stanley Pines is, The hustler's expression morphed into anger which worried his twin about what is to come next, the white-coated traveler instead decided to aggravate him further upon seeing the reaction.

"You better watch your mouth-"

"Spare me, I destroy galactic governments when I get drilled, you're not even worth my attention, you're all bark no bite, honesty by this point it's just as sad as Jerry's pathetic attempts in getting a job, your mom must be REALLY proud for you messing up in life." Rick professed in a ridiculed tone.

The mention of his mother does it for Stan, he throws a punch to Sanchez's face to Ford's shock as Rick falls.

"No bite huh?" Stanley knuckled his punched hand.

"Stanley wait-" Before he could intervene to stop the fight, the nihilistic scientist's left hand changed into a sharp blade while he got up.

"Want to take your chance, big boy? I can play Wolverine!" Morty's grandfather warned.

"Fun Fact: I'm a proud gambler! I always cheat!" Ford's brother took a fancy gun from the table, except that gun is actually the Portal Gun to both scientists' alarms.

"What's the matter? Not so tough having someone cheat back are ya?!"

"Stanley put the gun down before-"

"Are you really taking his side, Poindexter!?"

"Woah, buddy! I don't think you-" Stan's rival tried to reason in an alarmed tone before he got to cut back.

"Buddy?! Now I'm holding a gun. I'm your BUDDY?" Ford's brother seethed. "Good news! I'm not going to shoot you, I'm going to do what I do best, messing up!" He throws the Portal Gun in full power as Stanford and his ex-associate look in panic, The Pines with six fingers try to catch the flying tool but it's too late, the gun shatters on impact. After what felt like an eternity, the green matter with the electric buzzing coming from the damaged device glows brighter and expands like an explosion.

"WHAT DID YOU DOOOOO-!?!" Rick roared in an enraged and feared tone, next there was only green light as it consumed them and everything.


Notes:I got the idea of Bill coming for Rick and Morty from stephreynaart

https/stephreynaart./post/190387417969/some-rick-and-morty-and-gravity-falls-multiverse

https/stephreynaart./post/190781979544/bill-vs-morty-part-1-ooh-cliffhanger-bill-vs

And I got myself banned from r/GravityFallsFics from the last one because apparently the admin guy is a fan of SP Disney censors