A/N: I am genuinely pleased with the reception this story has gotten so far and the last chapter has gotten. I love reviews just as much as I love writing, or in this case, converting, this for you to see. I already thanked her, but I want to thank Krystall Klear again for telling her friends to review this. It's really appreciative. :3
And a reviewer has reviewed! anonymously, so here's the reply!

/dogsdogsdogs: Hehehe, well, now you will see what happens next. It's a continuation of the last chapter. I really do hope you enjoy it. And aww, thank you. It was a combined effort between me and Ace, as was this entire story, save for solo chapters like Chapter Twelve. And you're asking for Stan, Ford and Peridot to sail faster? xD Well, as I'm sure you know from Chapter Forty-One, the nasty storm is preventing them passage. They tried, but they couldn't risk the waves tipping their boat over, and so are forced to wait on the very perimeter until it lets up, much to Stan's dismay.

So, with that said, enjoy Chapter Forty-Seven!

A Triangle in the Stars
Chapter Forty-Seven: The Interior Camping Sleepover

Once everyone was around the fireplace with their sticks of marshmallows, Steven then gave them all mismatching cups of hot chocolate. The teenager and the triangle sat down after they took their cups of hot cocoa, nodding with gratitude. The three sipped at it at the same time after it cooled a little, and then hummed with delight. Bill spoke up for them both, "Mm, this is good..."

Steven nodded, "That's why I fixed it up for you guys..."

Connie smiled, "Thank you so much, Steven..."

"Yeah, thanks, kid!" he also smiled, clutching the mug.

"You rock, man!" Wendy exclaimed, trying to keep that good mood, and then stared down into her hot chocolate.

Steven smiled. "Why, thank you!" he said, before sitting down himself and sticking his marshmallow above the fire. Wendy and Bill nodded, the former snapping out of her thoughts, and also stuck their marshmallows above the fire. The demon was grinning, looking forward to this so much. The redhead glanced at Bill. This was so strange. She felt like she was having tea with Cthulhu. But she preferred it over him trying to kill her and these kids and everyone.

Steven took a sip of his chocolate. He had spiked the drinks with tiny marshmallows. Lots of marshmallows. He asked again, "So, how is it now?"

"It's amazing, kid.." the demon dreamily stated, sipping at his too.

"Very," the redhead added, also taking a long sip. "It makes me feel warm inside."

"Ditto!" Bill grinned. The brunette nodded with agreement.

Steven smiled, "I'm glad!"

Wendy sighed happily, with a slight trace of sadness, staring down into her reflection the hot cocoa was displaying. Bill chuckled and continued sipping, keeping an eye on his marshmallow. Connie then pulled hers out and literally sung when she saw the results—it was golden brown. Steven got star eyes.

"That's amazing..." he whispered, and the brunette shot him a smile.

Bill looked at hers, and also smiled, "Nice!"

The brunette chuckled with gratitude, "Thanks!"

He then pulled out his too. It was also a golden brown, but it was a little more crispy. He glanced over at Wendy, who seemed preoccupied, and nudged her. She jumped, coming back to reality, "Oh! uh, right."

And then she took out hers. Hers was a little black around the edges. The redhead frowned. Steven did the same, and it turned out all the way burnt. He chuckled, not minding it, and ate it anyway. Wendy raised an eyebrow at this and pursed her lips, beginning to nibble on hers. Bill laughed and ate his as well. Extremely gooey, it was, and a little crunchy too, but it wasn't exactly difficult with how sharp his teeth were. Steven smiled, and you could see the marshmallow sticking to his teeth. Connie chuckled, and put hers into a s'mores sandwich.

The demon giggled, and would show off his teeth too, but it would creep everyone out and he didn't want that. He took another marshmallow and stuck it on his stick, holding it over the fire again. This time he intended to put his on a little sandwich. Wendy hummed and took hers off, also fixing it into a sandwich. She could already tell it wouldn't be as good as mom's, and held back some tears. Steven, not noticing how the teenager felt, just popped another uncooked marshmallow in his mouth. Connie took a bite of her sandwich and smiled. She split the sammich in two, and gave Steven the other half, which he graciously accepted with a smile. He began eating it.

The storm outside was barely even thought-of, but it still continued. Though it was noticeably lighter and gentler. The waves told a different story, however. Bill kept an eye on his marshmallow, and sighed happily. This was how he wanted life to be. How he wanted it to stay. But he knew once that storm let up... he frowned and shook himself, trying not to think about it. He knew Steven would have his back, after all, and perhaps Connie and Wendy too. The redhead teen ate her sandwich, just as silent as the triangle was. She was also trying not to think about something. And was failing miserably.

"So... anyone got any cool stories?" Steven, having finished off the s'mores sandwich, asked, breaking the silence, putting another marshmallow on his stick, over the fire.

"Eh... not really, kid," Bill frowned a little, and pulled out his marshmallow from the fire. It was a perfect golden brown this time around. He set it into his little sandwich, took a bite out of it, and drank it down with his hot chocolate. "Unless you, or I, want to cry like a baby or have nightmares for a week. Or, worse, the two combined."

The redhead grimaced, knowing exactly which two stories—though she knew it wasn't limited to those—to which the demon was referring, "No, no thank you..."

Even with all she'd gone through, even with her usually collected demeanor, she did find herself tearing up during the reading session, her harsh yet then true opinion about him losing its strength with every page, and afterwards as well. She remembered breaking down when she was finally alone, just for a few moments—though it may have been longer. The redhead honestly couldn't believe that was the life Bill had lived—it was that bad, and "bad" was an understatement. And yet, it explained a lot about his gleefully psychopathic, sadistic, and vicious behavior.

"Wendy, can you tell us a story? maybe like a ghost story or something?" Connie suggested.

The redhead once again snapped out of her thoughts, and then smiled, "Ah, a scary story, huh? well, okay, I can do that."

The demon chuckled then. He'd have to pretend to be scared with this. But he still looked forward to the tale. Steven seemed excited, but nervous. All of a sudden, the lights in the house dimmed, and Wendy grabbed a flashlight from her pocket, turning it on and shining it on her face in that creepy way. She began, tone and expression creepy as well, "It was a dark and stormy afternoon... just like this one... in the town of Gravity Falls, the forest was off limits, especially on that day, the thirteenth Friday.."

Wendy paused to eat and then drink it down. Bill ate his s'mores, and sipped his hot chocolate, paying close attention to her.

"Oh..." Connie was totally into it. Steven was already shuddered. He scooted closer to the fire.

"Many monsters roamed in that forest," she continued, gesturing accurately, "too dangerous for the mind to bear witness."

Of course, she was exaggerating for the sake of the tale. Some of the monsters and creatures there were pretty friendly. Bill smirked at Connie and Steven, savoring his sandwich. Connie chuckled. Steven balled up a little bit more, wrapping a blanket around him.

"But one of them is the most dangerous of them all, and it is called..." she glanced at Bill, trying to think up a parodied name. Everyone in Gravity Falls knew he was the most dangerous and most powerful creature in town and around. This wasn't lost on the demon at all, and he started fidgeting. The redhead noticed and just made up a name, shouting it, "The Pyra!"

"Oooooh!" Connie said, and then laughed, elbowing the shaky Steven.

"This creature lurks behind the trees, searching for souls who failed to listen to the warnings to devour," she continued, deadly serious. "Its only cries are unholy shrieks belonging to a demonic legion as it nears its prey, and by that time you only have seconds to run."

Bill noticed she avoided saying what it looked like. Good to add to the story. But he knew exactly what she was talking about from reading her thoughts and the name itself. His nightmare form. He squirmed. Steven was really shaky now. Connie hugged him. The lights dimmed further as she resumed the make-believe tale, a little softer, "It eats souls for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Nothing will stop it, and nothing has. For it still roams the forest any time of day. Searching for fresh blood..."

Bill smirked a little, getting over his discomfort and deciding to pitch in, and he discreetly duplicated himself and made the duplicate into the monster, albeit a smaller version of it, with extremely long and sharp claws and no top hat or bowtie. It popped up behind Wendy, and shrieked that unholy shriek she described, and she screamed, "OH GOD IT'S REAL AND IT'S HERE!" dropping the flashlight, and got up and ran in the direction of the bathroom. Bill could barely stifle his chuckles.

Steven almost started crying, before he bounced up, with Connie, and they fused, and somehow got Rose's sword. They were about to stab Bill's duplicate before they heard the real one's laughter and unfused. Connie looked upset. Well, they both did.

"Hey, that wasn't very nice!" Connie exclaimed. Steven just hid behind her, looking distressed.

The "Pyra" fizzled away, back to the demon, and Bill's snickers rose to out-and-out laughter, and he was truly incapacitated with the spasms, rocking back and forth. He managed to say, "Man, your expressions were priceless! I wanted to add to this horror story somehow!"

Wendy slowly peeked out from the bathroom door, frazzled. Once she realized it was safe and it was just Bill pulling a prank, she frowned.

Steven had tears trailing down his cheeks. Connie was still in front of him, holding the sword defensively. She looked really angry. "That wasn't funny, Bill!" she shouted.

The laughter died away quickly when he caught sight of Rose's sword, and he blinked, "It... it wasn't?"

"No, man," Wendy spoke up, winded, still hiding behind the door. His brow furrowed. Wasn't that what a horror story was though? he glanced around, confused. And that's when Bill saw the boy's tears, and his "heart" dropped. He put an ashamed hand on his bowtie, "Oh..."

Steven shied away from Connie, and went back to bundling up in blankets next to the fire. He continued to roast marshmallows, but it wasn't the same—they were salty. Connie hugged Steven after she put down the sword, and kind of glared at Bill. The demon cringed. And just like that trust seemed to be gone again. He teared up himself, before the tears evaporated, and sighed, "Sorry, kids... I just... I just wanted to make her horror story feel more... well, horrifying. I wasn't going to hurt you guys..."

The redhead finally stepped out, passing the triangle and picking up her flashlight and turning it off. She was silent, and then she looked down at the demon and shrugged, a forlorn expression on her face. Steven sighed. "I'm sorry... I just get really scared easily," he turned to Bill. "And you really freaked me out..."

"Well, heh, I guess we're both real sorry guys, then..." he smirked halfheartedly. "It's fine. I'll just make a note to myself that you're not into that kinda thing..."

Even though he already knew. He'd just gotten caught up in it. It wouldn't happen again. He promised himself that. Wendy sat back down, smiling a little as she picked up her mug of hot cocoa and finished it off. It was just like Steven to bounce back. Connie still looked upset, but not as much. "Are you okay though, Steven?" she asked.

"Yeah, don't worry about me," he smiled.

The demon, even with the reassurance, still felt terrible about the whole thing. He made Steven cry, in a horrible way. That was just... ugh. It just wasn't something the boy should do. He looked down at his hands, his cup sitting by his side. God, he'd changed so much. Wendy felt the air was still tense, and spoke up, hoping to break it, "So.. what's next, dudes?"

"Well, we could just eat more s'mores, maybe turn on some TV?" asked Steven with a smile.

"S'mores sounds good," Wendy answered, while Bill seemed zoned out. "What's on TV though?"

"I'm sure they're doing reruns of Crying Breakfast Friends!"

She blinked, "Well, okay. I'll see about it," and then she got up and started her way back to the attic. The demon stayed put, still staring at his hands like they were completely unnatural.

Steven also went up, "I can bring the TV downstairs!"

Gabriel was watching them from beneath the bed, silent and unnoticed.

"I... uh..." and then she remembered Steven's strength, "I'll just go back down and watch."

She headed back downstairs, lips pursed. Bill still wasn't here mentally. She looked down at him, sitting beside him, the side of her mouth twitching. The boy carried it down all on his own and placed it near, but not too close to, the fire. The demon sighed, finally stirring, and looked at the television. He stuck a marshmallow on his stick and held it over the fire, finishing off his sandwich as well. Wendy hummed for the duration, looking over at Connie. The brunette looked to be half-asleep, hardly paying attention. She yawned.

Steven started it up, grinning. The redhead blinked, and then paid close attention to the television. She didn't try making any more s'mores. She'd burn them. Bill watched as well, pulling out his marshmallow. It wasn't done yet, so he put it back in. Like Wendy, Connie didn't eat any more either. Steven ate a lot of uncooked ones.

"There's.. lots of crying," Wendy noted after a while, eyes narrow with slight confusion. Bill chuckled a little, and pulled out his marshmallow again. It was golden brown again, and he put it on a sandwich and started eating.

"Well, the word 'Crying' is in the title..." Steven chuckled.

"I.. didn't think it would be literal," she frowned a bit. This and the show made Bill laugh even harder. Steven shrugged, and was overall disinterested; likely he had seen the episode a million times. The redhead couldn't exactly find the appeal. Everyone seemed to forgive and get along way too quickly, for one. And then she thought about it. Steven was the same way. Could that be why he found it nice to watch?

Bill finished off the s'mores, and leaned back, still watching. He had to admit—he found it nice watching this too. But for different reasons. He liked tears sometimes, and often they cried over the littlest, most insignificant things. He found it funny. The episode then ended with all of the characters hugging.

Wendy blinked, "Well. That was something."

The demon chuckled, "A happy ending. Everyone loves those, am I right?"

Connie was conked out. Steven smiled and nodded, and so did the redhead, "Totally, dude."

Bill chuckled, and then started wondering, while placing a blanket he conjured up on Connie, whether they themselves would all get a happy ending...

A/N: Aaaaand that's it. The end.

NO, JUST KIDDING! XD
Haha, we've still got plenty more to do before we can put this to rest, so yeah. Ace had Steven and Connie (and Gabriel had a cameo), and I had Bill and Wendy. :3 What a day it's been, eh? for them, I mean. So, leave a lengthy review, and I'll see you next week!