Disclaimer: Gotta say, compared to every chapter so far, that last one was the biggest one yet. Makes sense. Compared to the first 6, that was a true chapter meant for something much larger. Also, sorry if the wait for this one was longer, but the reason why will be stated below.

Luckygurrl12: He deserved everything in that final moment, and having Elaine deliver the final blow seems perfect. It's chapters 1-9. I've revised 10-12 as of right now. My fall semester should begin before the revisions end.

Lunar Moon Butterfly: Same. Though, I do plan on editing that last moment in the true chapter to show how much Elaine doesn't forgive him. Because I will admit, it does sound like she's forgiving him.

Hourglass Cipher: I know. I'm pure evil. ;)

KingOfWhispers: You're welcome!

RainbowCelin: Thanks!

ponystoriesandothers: Dark start? Heh. You haven't seen anything yet.

While I was preparing to write this, I actually noticed that Elaine and Hope-an OC from an Undertale story-both are/were set on dealing with computers as a career. Mostly, I think it had to do with how they grew up, fascinated with fantasy related subjects, and games that involved that. Seeing that, I had an idea. Why not have both exist in the same multiverse? For anyone who enjoys my stories, and likes Undertale, feel free to check it out! You might be in for a surprise at the end. Which is... why this chapter took such a long time. Sorry!

This chapter follows a very different timeline. Besides Elaine dealing with a computerized Bill, she is still living in her own dimension. She never went to Gravity Falls, or met the twins. She is also in her first year of university, and several years older. We're skipping ahead 2 years.

"Speaking"

Thinking

Typing

"Um... what are you doing?"

"Trying to figure out this problem, Hope. What does it look like?" The taller, darker haired brunette rolled her eyes, and plopped down on my bed. She grabbed one of my pillows, a white one with decorated with flowers, and held it in her lap while resting her chin on the top. My laptop was set up on my desk opposite of her, and connected to a larger monitor to give me a better and clearer view of my programming frustration. "I. Hate. This. Thing!"

Hope giggled, and leaned forward to look. The sad dorm's bed springs creaked under her, showing some of the age of my room. If I wanted age, just looking at the peeling wallpaper is enough to make me sad. "How many times have you gotten that error there?"

"Too many to count," I replied. I scrolled around the screen, checking the lines of code. Thank goodness everything's numbered. "My publics are correct, and it looks like my for loops are too... it's linked lists, I'm telling you. As if arrays aren't a pain enough, we throw these in too." Hope was a girl a few years my senior. When I had gone to university for computer science, she was already in her third year. She was also an RA on my residence level, and had taken to assisting me in my work once she found out we were in the same major. Next thing I knew, she and I would invite the other to work, snack, and do other fun and wacky stuff together.

The strange thing was, I almost could relate to her. She shared my same interest in the unnatural and strangeness, but more based around a scientific point of view. I preferred to get my hands dirty, and explore the outside world. She would chat with some guy on her computer, discussing mathematical equations that went far over my head. Some guy named 'Sam', who seemed to be almost like an older brother to her with how she described him. Personally, I doubted that was his real name. I had tried to sneak a glance at her laptop, whenever she had a tab to their chats open, but every time she would close the window... or throw the nearest eraser or pen at me until I left the room.

For someone who was usually such a cheerful optimistic, she had scary good aim.

"I really want to help you, Elaine, I do," Hope informed me. "But I can't do too much. You have to do this assignment by yourself."

"I know. I know! But it's... eugh! Evil!" I slammed my hands on the desk, and threw my head back with a groan. "Oh-whoa!" Hope jumped from her spot behind me, and grabbed my chair before I could fall backwards.

"Careful!" R-right. I almost forgot about that. My chair's feet, two long boards, mimicked a badly made rocking chair. I could recline it if I wanted to, but any excessive movement would make me flip. Flip, and smash my head against my bed right behind me.

"Sorry," I said, steadying the seat. Letting my heart slow down, I looked out my window. The sun was already gone, and the spotlights of the busy street shone in through the dirty glass. "You can go now, Hope. I-I'll try and figure this out. If not now, I'll go to the learning center tomorrow morning."

"Are you sure?" I nodded, although it didn't seem to fully convince her. "Okay then. Well, have a good evening, Elaine. You know where to find me if you need my help." She walked to the door, opening it up. Casting a final smile, Hope closed the door and left me to my internal rage.

"Oh... this sucks." I turned back to the screen, its bright light bathing me in an artificial glow. "How am I supposed to figure this out?" I pinched my nose, and closed my eyes with a sigh. "Think, Milton. Think. Who knows about programming and codes?"

A ding. The same sound that my email account made when a new message came in echoed throughout my small bedroom. "What?" I looked from my code tab to the mail icon at the bottom and saw that, indeed, a number was shown there. Taking my mouse, I went to click the envelope.

And there it was. An email. But... what is going on with it? There was no returning email, or... well, any other details to it. Just a message, with a line of strange jumbled letters at the top. "Okay...?" Normally, one would just delete it and send it to spam. Especially now, since this was a brand new computer after my old one died. But... I'm not normal.

So I clicked.

And then my laptop crashed.

"Wha-oh, come on!" I scowled at the screen, watching it go through the motions of restarting. Was that a joke? A virus!? Oh crud! Mom and dad are gonna kill me! Once the login page appeared, I quickly threw in my pin code and returned to the main screen. All of my tabs were there, just as I had left them, but there was something... else.

In the farthest right corner of my screen, was a black box with a yellow triangle inside it. "Huh? Was that...?" Was that email the cause of it?

Now the biggest thing was this; should I delete the icon, or should I see what it was? I didn't know what could happen if I removed it. From that email-message... thing, there was something clearly strange happening. If I clicked it, something else could happen that I would regret. Either way, there was something bad about to happen.

But, the curiosity of mine once again won, and I clicked it. Seeing that no matter what, something was going to happen, it would be wise to understand its meaning. Upon clicking it, a black rectangular text box appeared at the bottom of the screen, with a yellow flashing line showing where the text would appear. It blinked on and off for a moment, until letters began to appear.

Ah ha Ha ha ha! Wow, about time someone finally clicked the link! Nice to meet you, Elaine!

"Uh... what?" This... thing, this program, knew my name. Did-was it reading my files? I-I could've sworn my security would've caught that. Maybe it's like that Doki Doki game. "But still, how is it-?"

Aw, you seem confused. And it's hearing my voice!? What was this thing? Was it using my speaker system to hear my words, or was it using the camera to see me? Paranoia. Paranoia, everywhere. Don't fret, kid. I'm not hear to hurt you. Just wanna chat, that's all.

"Who... what are you?" I leaned forward in my chair, staring at the yellow text.

I'm William Cypher! Wait, what? Did-did it mean Bill Cipher? Like, that villain from Gravity Falls that ended years ago?

I knew that show very well. I got into it close to when it ended, but I didn't watch the finale when it first aired. I joined the fandom at a later date, around the time when one of my other favorite cartoon shows had ended. I took my time in starting at the beginning, watching the shorts, researching codes and any information I could find to really immerse myself into its world. However, I grew out of it, as one does.

But there I was, with some sort of AI calling itself the main villain. "You mean... Bill Cipher? Like, with an I?"

Close. My creator based me off him. Though, I am much more impressive. And modest too. The personality seemed to be there, and it did refer to itself as having a creator. You can call me Bill is you want to, but there is no I there. It's Y.

"Okay, okay." I sank back into my chair, looking around my room before focusing back on the computer. "I think this has gone on long enough."

What do you mean, long enough? The AI cut in. You can't dismiss me so easily, kid. You opened the link, okay? You signed yourself over to me the moment you did that. I won't be going away just like that.

I grabbed my mouse, and moved towards the icon on the monitor's main screen. Signed myself over? How in character was this thing? The AI made it sound like I made a deal with it! "Oh, so that's how you wanna play, huh? Well then, farewell, bug." The monitor's image seemed to tremble, and the text box increased instantly to fill the entire screen. Instead of the bright yellow font, a red that could mimic blood appeared instead. The text was choppy, as if it was being sliced into the box with a knife.

WHO ARE YOU CALLING A BUG, FLESHBAG?

Blue screen.

The glitch went and gave me a blue screen.

I stared at the monitor, to my laptop closed on the side with the charge cord still plugged in, to the screen again. H... how did it...? "... ah, come on! I was almost done my assignment!"

There you go! And now, the last chapter in our poll: Elaine joins Ford in travelling across the multiverse. I am really excited for that one.

Chapters 10-39 have now been fully revised, and have now been posted. Much more detail, a few hints to scenes to the future... I loved this. And I love how fast this process is going. It's slowed down though, with school returning and midterms approaching. I have just reached 49, and I should have the sequel ready to go in October. It's already written up, but I won't post it until GFA is completed.

Also, Analyzing Gravity Falls has been revised too. Figured having it flow more smoothly between GFA and its sequel, and correcting the tenses was a must.

So for now, I bid you all farewell until next time!

Angel