As the old saying goes, everyone starts hunting somehow.

Mabel and Dipper were rather popular in the small town of Gravity Falls, Oregon. Being the kids who saved the town from the apocalypse, of course they would have some kind of recognition. After the apocalypse, or "Weirdmageddon", the town vowed to forget the events of the chaotic time and move on with their lives. The tourists that came in and out of the town were always completely oblivious to the events that occurred no more than a few years prior to the present day, and the townspeople intended to keep it that way. Not even the slowest person uttered a word of it. The memory of it died along with the monster that started it all.

While most everyone in Gravity Falls decided not to dwell any longer on the horrific events of that particular summer, the paranoia of a small family who lived out in the woods ensured the safety of the town.

"Dipper! Get up you boring fart! You fell asleep at the table again and I have to work on my new laser gun!"

The young man with bushy brown hair and dark circles under his eyes shot up and instinctively grabbed his pencil to arm himself. The boy known as Dipper realized that it was only his twin sister, Mabel, disrupting him from his dreamless sleep. Sighing, he lowered the pencil and ran his other hand over his face.

"Mabel, how many times do I have to tell you. Don't wake me like that! I could've...stabbed you!" he scolded, rubbing his eye and looking at the pencil in his hand.

"You broke the lead on the pencil last night, so the best you could've done was given me a splinter." Mabel rolled her eyes and shifted her weight onto her right foot.

Dipper puffed out his cheeks with a huff and cleared his work from the table, letting his sister overtake the space. He took his stuff upstairs to their shared attic bedroom and dumped it onto his bed. He took off his blue and white hat, revealing wavy, matted brown hair. He absentmindedly tried to smooth it out by running his fingers through it while he looked around his room.

The side of the attic he occupied was cluttered with pictures of monsters and papers with theories and leads scratched haphazardly on them. Just in the past few years Dipper had discovered many new and more dangerous monsters that he had assumed came out of the portal during the apocalypse. Dipper came across a new creature almost every couple weeks, each new encounter becoming more and more frequent than the last.

Dipper had begun to keep track of what and how many monsters that he and his sister came across. He noticed that the more "common" monsters consisted of poltergeists, shapeshifters, werewolves, and a rather newer one, skin-walkers. He had started a new journal about all the monsters and creatures he came across, listing their behaviors, habits, what they prey on, and ways to defend yourself from them or even kill them. Salt and silver knives were go-to items for defending oneself; Great Uncle Ford had taught him that one. Those items were about the same for killing them, which he's only had to do a couple times. He was slowly beginning to learn the ways of these monsters, but where they kept coming from was still a mystery.

Dipper let out another tired breath as he pondered how this exciting summer adventure turned into what seemed like a full-blown life commitment, as there was no end to these things in sight. They just kept coming and he began to worry that he wasn't going to get to live the life that he and his family wanted for him. Graduate highschool with a high gpa, get accepted to a technical college with a photography and media production minor to start his own ghost hunting show. But if he were to stop fighting these supernatural creatures, then who would?

He shook his head and placed the worn hat back on his head, grabbed his dark blue jacket, and walked out.

Downstairs, he saw his Grunkle Stan and twin sister working on her latest project. They seemed to be having fun conversing with each other and hadn't noticed him, so he slipped out unnoticed. He made his way over to his Grunkle's car and popped the trunk, grabbing his sawed-off shotgun and silver pocket knife. He slipped the weapons into the pockets inside his jacket, looking around to make sure no one was watching. Dipper made sure to grab his canteen full of salt before slamming the trunk shut and making his way towards the woods.

It was a quiet partly-cloudy day with the temperature just over 70 degrees. A comfortable breeze flowed through the woodland of the northwest, a picture perfect summer day. The faint smell of barbeque and sunscreen confirmed that tourist season was underway. But with everything that he had on his mind, Dipper found it hard to appreciate days like these anymore. After you-know-who, it was difficult to trust anyone, or anything. It seemed like when things were okay, there was something right around the corner to ruin everything.

Dipper kicked up a few rocks under his feet as he walked through the woods, following a trail he had memorized from his frequent walks. His arms hung down with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. In his right hand he fumbled with the switchblade subconsciously, although lost in thought he would be ready to arm himself if something were to attack him. He had never had any trouble with monsters this close to civilization, but he could never be too careful.

After a while, he took a turn into a brighter area of the forest. It only took a short while to reach a perfectly geometrical shaped clearing. In the middle lay the statue of his feared enemy, Bill Cipher. The solid, cold stone had moss and small flowers growing on it, and its edges of the triangular beast were beginning to show signs of wear. But the same haunting gaze of its single eye remained. Dippers' memory would never let him live down the fear he felt while going up against this demon. But in the end he and his sister had defeated him - twice!

Dipper stood in front of the statue with a tired gaze, thinking about what might've happened if he hadn't made that deal with Bill, if he wouldn't have messed with things that he couldn't handle. If he could go back in time, he thought, he would do things differently. Maybe he would've just left the book there. Or not have searched for it at all.

Just thinking of all the things that had gone wrong gave him chills. Dipper would never admit this, but he occasionally had nightmares, or what he told himself were just nightmares, about Bill. Nightmares about Bill coming back, leveling cities and taking over the world like he planned. And in each one Bill would take the time to slowly and painfully torture Dipper in ways that he couldn't explain.

But Bill was gone. Dead. Dipper and his family were alive, which was all that mattered to him. Who cared if he was okay or not, the well-being of his family, of his sister, was much more important to him than his own.

Dipper hadn't realized that he had picked up a rock whilst lost in thought, but he gripped the rock tightly until his knuckles went white. His face twisted with anger and with as much force as he could muster, launched the stone at the vile figure. The force of impact chipped away a fairly large amount of the eye, breaking the eerie gaze it cast.

After a few deep breaths to calm himself, he looked at the statue and let out a dry laugh. "Not so tough now are ya, Bill?" With that, he shoved his hands back into his pockets and turned back the way he came, head low.

As Dipper neared the trail, a chilling breeze swept across the back of his neck, making the hair at the nape of his neck stand on end. He turned around, eyes scanning the area and hand gripping the knife. After a moment, he decided that it was time to head back. Dipper reached into his jacket and grabbed his sawed off shotgun, arming himself and keeping his eyes peeled. Whatever was out there, if anything was at the moment, he was ready for it.

Good thing that he was prepared to fight, for in the near future of the apprehensive teen, he would need to use those skills not only for the lives of the people around him, but his own.

Hi there everyone! As promised, I am back in business. Not as quickly as I'd hoped, but I am back nonetheless.

So, if you've recently kept up with this story, you know that its a few years old now (yikes!) and I posted a note saying that I was going to be redoing this story. Well, here it is! the first chapter is complete! Actually, the first 4 chapters are complete and now I am starting on the 5th chapter. I do know that there really was only 4 on here to begin with, but I am continuing to write.

I did make changes to the format, one chapter is in the pov of Mabel and Dipper and the next will be Sam and Dean. Eventually, they will come together and there wont be a separation in the story. I also changed a few things to the actual plot. More like added a plot, but thats besides the point.

Anyway, please let me know how you like it :)

Peace :P