Beebly Boops was a normal store, by Gravity Falls standards. As their slogan suggested, they sold "regular games at regular prices". The worker of the noon shift, Clarissa Console, fit perfectly. Unlike the rest of the town, she hailed from Seattle. The weirdness hadn't rubbed off on her yet, and she fully intended for it not to.

"Is that everything for you Miss Corduroy?" she asked the last customer of the day. On the counter was a poster design software, "Poster Plus". The store had a small shelf in the back which held more useful software, but it was small for a reason.

"That's all," the customer replied. Clarisaa followed her to the door and flipped the open sign around. After closing up shop and collecting her possesions, she left the store. On her way home she passed by the final mayoral debate. Soos was twitching on stage and Bud Gleeful's booming voice could be faintly heard in her car. She hadn't bothered to go to any mayoral debates; she couldn't vote anyways. She pulled into her driveway and pulled herself out of her minivan. She fumbled with her keys and unlocked her front door. The meowing of her cat, "Spades", echoed from the kitchen.

"I'll be there in a sec!" she called. The cat's wailing intensified. "Yeesh, take a stress tab!" She dropped her stuff off by the entrance and walked into the kitchen. Spades always seemed to act more like a dog than a cat. After giving him his meal, silence filled the air again. Clarissa wandered into the living room and pulled out her laptop. With the local news playing in the background, she worked. She worked on a video game she was designing. It was going to be her big break, her one way ticket out of Gravity Falls. Once she got it done of course; that was still a long way away.

As line after line of code appeared on the screen her eyelids became droopy. The rhythmic purring of her cat and the mindless babble of the TV weren't helping. Stan had apparently won the election after climbing a cliff and punching some eagles. How… interesting… Her head jerked back. She had gone to sleep while working, and a loud bang had woken her up. She scanned the room, looking for what made the sound. Something wasn't right, she could feel it in the air. Putting her laptop down and getting up, she cautiously made her way to the kitchen. A bowl was lying on the floor, thankfully not broken. She reached down to pick it up but was interrupted by a cackling laughter. Frozen mid reach, her eyes strained to figure out what direction it was coming from. Suddenly, out of thin air, a pyramid appeared. It had an eye and she quickly related it to the pyramid on the dollar bill.

"Hey there!" the triangle greeted. "Names, Bill, Bill Cipher!" Clarissa pushed herself against the counter.

"Uh, hi," she nervously greeted. "I guess my name is Cl—"

"Clarissa Console, but I'm going to call you Ladybug!"

"Sure… Would you mind letting me slip by though?" She was trying to shimmy past him, but he was taking up the entire doorway.

"Oh, sure," Bill replied as he moved out of the way. "I'm not so fond of indoor dreamscapes. They're always so cramped." He trailed behind her as she sat down on the couch again. "Hey, girl, you listening to me?"

"Yeah, I'm just a bit busy to deal with floating geometry. You're probably not even real." Bill's eye narrowed.

"Kids these days," he muttered. After being completely ignored again, he snapped.

"SERIOUSLY KID, I'M TRYING TO TALK HERE!" he yelled. He grabbed her laptop and threw it across the room, where it punched a hole through a wall. The other side was pure white. Clarissa sat there and stared at it. "Now, can you please listen to me?" She nodded. "Good. Look, you've been watching the Gravity Falls election, right?"

"Yeah, a bit."

"Then you'd know Stan just won." She nodded her head again. "Good, we're on the same page." He hovered down lower and leaned toward her. "You're what fleshba— humans call a hacker, right?" Clarissa shrugged.

"I've 'corrected' a few of my grades before. Why, are you a part of the government or something?"

"HAHA! No, I'm not a black-coat. Just an isosceles looking for a deal."

"Well, if you want me to hack something for you I sorta need a computer." Bill paused.

"Oh, that! It's nothing to worry about, this isn't what you humans call the 'real world'." He rose into the air again and spun around. Or the everything else spun and he stayed still. "This is the dreamscape!" The spinning stopped just as quickly as it had started, and he became serious again. "Anyways, I need you to hack into the governmental criminal database and slander someone!"

"Uh… What?"

"Stan Pines is a criminal, but no one in Gravity Falls knows yet. All I need you to do is let them know!" Clarissa finally understood.

"And what would I get in return?"

"Y'know that game you've been workin' on? I can help you finish it in a day!" Her jaw dropped.

"For reals?"

"Sure! Just shake my hand, and we'll be nerd buddies!" He reached a hand out to her. She shrugged and shook it. A blue flame glowed around it.

"This is a dream, right? It doesn't matter what I do." Bill cackled.

"Whatever you want to believe!" he yelled, his voice echoing more and more until—

"Wow. What a weird dream," Clarissa groaned as she woke up. The TV was still going on about Stan's "American Rampage", and Spades was still purring on the arm rest. Her eyes drifted to the screen. A government site was open; the FBI website. She was about to close it when a small voice in the back of her head told her not to.

"Remember our deal," it whispered. She froze. The dream was real, or at least the deal was. She sighed and started up her DataCracker Software. It had been a while since she'd used it; she'd resolved years ago to get good grades properly. And here she was breaking multiple laws just to fulfil a probably hallucinated math class flashback.

"Hacking… Hacking… Password retrieval…" She read it out as the program worked on her screen. It was working about as fast as it did on her highschool's servers. Apparently they thought security was for dorks, because in a few more minutes she had the criminal records of every resident of Oregon. "Stan Pines, Stan Pines, Stan… Pines!" She located it and opened it up. The software froze as it downloaded it, and in another moment it was on her desktop. She smirked and shut the program down. The voice in her head told her to send it to the Gravity Falls News Centre, which she did with a sigh. "This had better pay off," she grumbled to herself while tucking into bed.

It did.

AN

I'd like to take the time to thank my reviewers, favers, and followers. You guys really motivate me! As for the story, I know the ending is abrupt. I was going to detail her game, but I think ending it where it did was better.

Next chapter, Dipper Pines! Easy peasy (hopefully :P)