Bree scribbled furiously as she walked down the hallway of campus. She really hated math. There was really nothing she hated more, well it was a toss up with the older Pines twins and math. "No that doesn't make sense." She grumbled under her breath as she tried to correct the current problem. She stopped as she heard raised voices. Peeking her head around the corner Bree recognized the two men, Ford and Professor Gilroy.
Bree had only met the Professor of Demonology once before and he seemed to be nice enough. Now the Professor's face was slightly red as he faced off against Ford.
"What I teach in my class is up to me! It is none of you business Pines!"
"I have family in your class!" Ford stabbed a finger at Gilroy's chest. "When you put my family in danger!" Atbash
"I would never put any of my students in danger, even to affect you!" Gilroy shoved Ford's hand away. "Now out of my way Ford I have a lesson to prep."
"Trust me Gilroy. Summoning demons is dangerous!" Ford frowned.
Bree narrowed her eyes. What does Ford know about demons? I've never heard him talk about demons…. Does he actually know stuff?
"Oh yeah I forgot." Gilroy humphed. "You think you're such an expert because you traveled to different dimensions." Gilroy smirked. "Like I really believe that."
Ford frowned deeper. "I did. And I gained more knowledge there than you could ever learn from those books of yours. Don't summon any more demons."
"I'll do what I want." Gilroy hissed. "At least in my classes I don't have to have a spy watching my every move."
Bree felt a little guilt but pushed it down as she thought of her grandmother. SHe leaned a little closer to the feuding teachers.
"Do you want to get your students killed?" Ford had a dark tone to his voice.
"I won't." Gilroy waved a hand dismissively. He turned on his heel and started to walk but stopped a little away. "You should be wary Stanford Pines… You have eyes on you." He continued on his walk away.
Bree quickly pushed away and slipped into a classroom nearby as Ford stormed away. She watched his back, feeling a little guilty as she saw his misery. She fingered her necklace. "I really should be taking his side though…" She sighed. "If Gilroy is putting students in danger… I'd better let Grandma know." Bree looked at her math notes and groaned. "Great…"
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Dipper crewed on his pencil as he looked down at his personal journal. He was having difficulty deciding what to write about the sea creature that had attacked them a couple days ago. He already had the drawing done but he didn't know much. Dipper sighed and slid the journal away and looked over at Stan and Mabel, who were watching reruns of Duck Detective and laughing and talking about their memories of the past.
"OW!" A loud voice jolted all of them out of their own thoughts.
"Ford?" Stan stood up. Ford came walking into the living room a moment later. He was sucking on his finger.
"What happened?" Mabel asked jumping up and rushing over to see.
"I cut my finger while cutting apples." He grumbled, allowing Mabel to pull out the first aid kit and bandage his finger with a bright pink bandaid.
"You've been injuring yourself all afternoon." Stan leaned against the wall. "First you hit your head while you were looking through the closet for your jacket and then you stubbed your toe entering the room."
"Not to mention I had a stray baseball hit me in the head while I was passing the baseball field." Ford rubbed his head as if he could still feel the wound.
"What did you break a mirror or something?" Mabel laughed.
"There's no such thing as bad luck." Ford frowned. "I have researched it already. Bad luck doesn't exist any more than good luck."
"Hard to believe that." Dipper chuckled.
"Not funny Dipper." Ford turned to walk back into the kitchen and walked into the wall. He flinched and began to rub his nose.
"I don't remember Ford ever being this injury prone." Stan frowned. "Dipper?"
"What?" Dipper blinked.
"What do you think?" Both Mabel and Stan were now watching him.
"Maybe he's just having a bad day." Dipper looked back down at his journal and then set it aside and began to work on homework for Professor Gilroy's class. Demonology 101 by Jarred Gilroy. Dipper ignored the two and began to read the newest chapter.
There are many different kinds of demons. Most fall under four categories. First is the elemental demons. Second is chaos demons. Third is the dream demons. Fourth is the small demons.
Danger level 4, the strongest and most deadly, is the dream demons. These demons should be avoided at all cost. For more information see chapters 15.
Danger level 3, the chaos demons. These demons come in all shapes and sizes and cause destruction. For more information see chapter 14.
Danger level 2, the elemental demons. These demons take on traits related to one of the four elements (water, earth, fire, and air). They are easy to beat as long as you have a way to cut them off from their element or if you injure them to the point of death. For more information see chapter 13.
Danger level 1, the weakest and easiest to deal with, is the small demons. Small demons are known mostly as tricksters and trouble makers. They were often related to bad luck and-.
Dipper stopped reading and looked up at where he could see Ford picking up pieces of broken glass, probably from a cup. Dipper looked back down at the book and then flipped forward to chapter 11, the one on small demons. There were a few hand drawn pictures and one had a creature that looked like a fairy. Only it had black wings that had holes in them. The creature had three eyes and was shown sitting on a tree branch watching a man fall into a pit fall trap.
A small demon that has been seen the most is a trickster demon. Known to haunt humans until their unfortunate death. These little creatures are easy to summon and after they have haunted one human to their content they return to their home dimension. Be wary these demons are hard to control. (For more information on controlling demons look at chapter 20). Known as being summoned for revenge and trouble making. If summoned must be kept under a tight reign.
Dipper set the book down. "I have an idea." He stood up and walked over to Ford. "Grunkle Ford hang on."
"What is it Dipper?" Ford asked throwing away the last of his broken cup, cutting his finger again. He grumbled and looked at the one bandaid he already wore. "Bad luck doesn't exist."
"Maybe, maybe not. But a trickster demon might." Dipper said. This got Ford's attention.
"What do you mean?" Ford reached over and sat down in a chair. "A trickster demon?"
"Yeah. I was reading my textbook for my demon class and I-."
"The class Gilroy teaches?" He folded his arms over his chest. "Whatever he is having you read is-."
"Grunkle Ford." Dipper interrupted. Stan and Mabel poked their heads in at Dipper's voice. "The book says that there is a demon that pulls pranks on people.. It's small and will keep pulling pranks until the person is dead or it is called off."
"Wait why would there be a demon haunting Grunkle Ford?" Mabel asked.
"Gilroy." Ford frowned. "He's the only one with the knowledge and ability to."
"Why would this Gilroy send a demon to chase you?" Stan asked folding his arms over his chest in a way that mirrored Ford. "I would expect it out of that old hag Ice but not some random guy."
"Gilroy and I… We don't see eye to eye." Ford frowned. "We have different perspectives… In fact the two of us got into an argument this morning." Ford looked at Dipper. "Does the book say anything useful on catching the thing?"
"No." Dipper frowned. "But it said that the demon is small. And I figure we beat Bill so why not this little guy?"
Ford nodded. "Alright… So then Dipper. What do we do?"
Dipper looked at Ford in shock. Ford had always been the one to call the shots… Not Dipper… "Right." Dipper nodded. "Since it's after you Grunkle Ford you'll have to play bait."
Half an hour a later they were out in the backyard and Ford was holding a hammer, looking a little uncertain. He glanced over at Dipper and then began to lightly hammer a nail into a board. He was pretending to make a bird house, not that he was happy with it but Mabel insisted that he make a birdhouse.
Dipper, Mabel and Stan all stood around the perimeter hiding behind trees and looking around. Dipper had shown the picture multiple times to each of them and now they were looking for it.
Dipper touched the makeshift vacuum container unit and looked over to where Mabel and Stan were moving slightly along their lines. He moved slowly as his eyes scanned over the trees above him. He had to find the little creature before it hurt Ford worse than it already had.
"Ouch!" Ford grumbled, apparently he had hit his thumb with the hammer. "Darn it! I am so sick of this!"
Dipper heard laughter. Like a small wicked toy laughing. He looked up to see the creature sitting on a tree branch. It did have three eyes; one red, one green and one gold. Dipper slowly walked towards it, makeshift containment gun at the ready. He stepped forward slowly and quietly until he arrived at the bottom of the tree. Then in one quick motion he turned it on and pointed it up and caught the little creature in the container. "GOT IT!" He yelled. He looked down as the little creature glared at him. It's red eye seemed to be glowing more than the others.
"You caught it?!" Mabel came running over. "Wow." She crouched down and looked at it. "Hi there little demon!"
"Don't talk so friendly to a demon Mabel." Stan scolded as he walked up behind her. Ford followed a moment later, shaking his hand, still grumbling.
"So this is the little demon that has been cursing me all day?" Ford crouched down and the demon stuck it's tongue out at Ford. "I don't like it."
"Hey." Mabel said suddenly. "What is it wearing?"
Dipper looked closer. He could see it as well. A small necklace made of bones. "Isn't that… The same thing the bat had worn…" He looked up at Ford who looked just as shocked.
"What does this mean?" Stan asked.
"It means that Gilroy has a bigger plan." Ford frowned. "And we need to take care of this little guy." He moved away from the creature. "I'll see what I can figure out… I might have a way to send him to another dimension…"
"Hey." Dipper said. "Let's make a deal demon."
"Dipper!" Mabel gapsed.
"He's not Bill." Dipper said calmly. "We take that necklace of bones off you and you leave and go back home." Dipper looked at the little demon. It looked at Dipper and blinked a few times with all three eyes.
It chirped and nodded and tugged at the necklace. It chirped again.
"Dipper…" Ford warned.
"I know what I'm doing." Dipper reached down and opened the container. The demon flew up slightly and continued to tug at the collar as it chirped over and over again.
Dipper reached down and pulled the bone collar off. It didn't seem that hard. The little demon continued to chirp happily. It swirled around them for a moment and then zipped off.
"Was that a good idea?" Mabel asked.
"Well it's leaving Grunkle Ford alone." Dipper smiled. "Plus I'm kind of hoping it gets its revenge on Professor Gilroy a little for what he did to Grunkle Ford."
"Thanks Dipper." Ford rubbed Dipper's head. "Let's hope it actually does something good… And we'll have to keep an eye on Gilroy… Dipper you're going to have to be careful."
"I will." Dipper nodded. "Leave it to me."
"I would love to help." Mabel smiled.
"Okay." Dipper grinned. "We'll work together. Mystery Twins."
"Mystery Twins." Mabel grinned.
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