Hey! Man, I update way to fast. I'm on a writers block. Of course, this is three chapters from now, but I'm going to run out of cushion! I was really bored tonight, so I posted something. This chapter begins with a Leo and Bill play time. Leo should have never mentioned the scores. But you don't know what that means yet! Mwuahahahahaa! But I guess that's an empty victory, since you'll learn a few chapters down. Oh well. So yep! Time to respond to the fans!
EclipseHeart: Fear not! Wendy will totally be in this story! She will not be playing a major character, unfortunately. But don't worry! She has her time to shine in what is it... chapter 7? 8? I don't know. All you need to know is that she gets to show off her legit skills by climbing up a pole Princess Layla style (or was that some other Star Wars character? I dunno.).
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Bill was on a rampage. Which might be fine if he's in the dreamscape, where he can't hurt anyone. But it was not fine when he was in your body, possessing you.
Bill was punching, kicking, burning, falling, slipping, biting, poking, and breaking everything in his path, including his own body.
Which might be fine if you think pain is hilarious.
Leo did not think pain was hilarious.
"I'M GOING TO BREAK YOU, KID! I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU, INSIDE AND OUT!"
"Good luck with that," Leo said between groans, "people find me annoyingly hard to destroy."
Beo screamed and kicked the mast with his bare foot. Leo winced when he heard a crack, but screamed when it entered into his ghost body. At this point, he it hurt to even float around his mind. Which made no sense since he wasn't using any muscles or touching anything.
Leo remembered what happened earlier: Beo shot a fireball at the place where the pod was. When the smoke cleared, it was gone. Beo rushed over to see where it had gone, and saw it cruising towards Earth and deploy a parachute.
"NONONONONO!" screamed Bill. He kicked a barrel and sent it tumbling off the ship.
But Leo didn't care about the pain in his foot. He was too busy smiling for that. "Yesyesyesyesyes!" he cried.
Bill growled, "YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY, SPARKS? IT'S NOT. WHEN I'M FINISHED WITH YOU, YOU WILL WISH TIME BABY WILL GO BACK IN TIME AND WIPE OUT YOUR VERY EXISTANCE!"
Leo laughed. "I couldn't care less! My friends got away from you! Score one for Team Leo! Loss for Team Idiot!" Leo made a rather rude gesture toward Bill in his mind.
Bill laughed a maniacal laugh, "I LIKE YOUR STYLE, SPARKS! LET'S MAKE THIS A GAME…"
Looking back, he wished he hadn't mentioned the scores. Every bruise was one point. Every scar was five points. Every torn muscle was ten points. And every broken bone was fifteen. Bill score kept getting higher and higher, and he wanted a world record.
Bill let his arms go loose and swung the arms repeatedly against the mast, each time there was a crack. "NINE-HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN… NINE-HUNDERED AND FOURTY-EIGHT… NINE-HUNDERED AND NINETY-SEVEN… ONE-THOUSAND AND TWELVE!" Bill cried gleefully, the wounds already fading. "TRY BEATING THAT, SPARKS!"
Leo groaned, tears slipping down his cheeks. "Y-you're crazy…" he whispered.
"ONLY A LITTLE BIT. WHAT SHOULD WE DO NOW, SPARKS? KEEP PLAYING OUR GAME OR GO AFTER GREY?"
Leo hated himself for the words that came next. "P-p-please… go a-after G-G-Grey…"
"I LIKE YOUR STYLE, SPARKS."
Beo strode over to the ship's wheel. Festus had been silent this entire time, almost as if knowing that saying anything would make matters worse. But when Bill placed a hand on the wheel, he felt Festus shudder. He gave a questioning creak. Bill let Leo take over for a few moments. "I-I-It's ok-ok-okay, buddy. Just d-d-do what h-he says."
Festus creaked in protest, but Bill took back over. "YOU HEARD YOUR MASTER! DO WHAT I SAY! OR DO YOU WANT TO SEE JUST HOW HIGH THE SCOREBOARD WILL GO?"
Festus creaked a no, and allowed Bill to steer.
Bill confidently steered the ship, allowing Leo's memories guide him down.
"YOU'RE GOING TO LIKE THIS PLACE, SPARKS! IT WAS A STROKE OF LUCK THAT WE STOPPED HERE!"
"W-w-why's th-that? Does th-this place host a-a-a show for t-torturing y-y-young teenagers?"
"HAHA! DON'T I WISH! NAW, THIS PLACE IS GRAVITY FALLS!"
"W-what's s-so great ab-about G-Gravity F-F-Falls?"
"I HAVE A LOT OF OLD FRIENDS HERE. I THINK WE SHOULD VISIT A FEW!"
Leo winced. Any 'friends' of Bill can't be good. "W-who's that?"
"SHOOTING STAR AND PINE TREE, THAT'S WHO. THEY'LL BE SO GLAD TO SEE ME!"
Leo felt a glimmer of hope. From what he gathered, these people have had some experience with Bill. Maybe they could help him…
"HAHA! FORGET IT, SPARKS! YOU'RE FAR BEYOND HELPING NOW!"
Leo shook his head. He couldn't lose hope. He knew if he lost hope, Bill would win.
Together, they sailed closer and closer to Gravity Falls… AKA, Leo's new hope.
"I'm telling you Mabel. Bill's up to something!"
They were sitting in the Mysterious Shack, do in they're chores. Dipper was sweeping and Mabel was rearranging things on their shelves.
"Oh stop worrying, bro-bro! Bill's always up to something. I'm just sorry for that probably-cute-guy he possessed."
"Yeah, but he said he had 'big things coming'! I mean, he said that before, but this time he actually came to warn me. Give me a chance to back out. It must be something huge for Bill to give us a chance like that."
"If you're so worried about it, why didn't you agree?" Mabel asked.
"Because this is Bill we're talking about! He probably had some diabolical plan or… some sort of catch that would benefit him."
"See? You said it yourself. He's just messing with you, bro-bro. Don't worry about it."
Dipper stopped his sweeping for a moment and sighed. "I wish Great Uncle Ford would let me go down there and help him. Ever since I told him about my dream he has been shutting himself up down there."
Mabel rolled her eyes. "You don't need to be by him every second of the day, Dipper. I bet he thinks you're annoying."
Dipper narrowed his eyes, "He does not!"
Mabel turned around and crossed her arms, "Does too!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
Dipper scowled and stuck out his tongue.
Mabel also stuck out her tongue and pinched her cheeks, "Thhbbbtt!"
"Oh! Mabel is a potty-mouth!"
"Dipper is a stinky-head!"
"Hey! Take that back!"
"You take it back!"
They glared at each other for a few moments, then burst out laughing. Grunkle Stan came walking through the doorway. "Hey! No having fun on the job!" he advanced on them but tripped over his shoelace and face planted. "Ow! My eye!" Mabel and Dipper laughed again and resumed their work. The bell rung, announcing more customers. Stan shot up like a bullet, "Yes! More innocent minds to deceive!"
Mabel and Dipper looked at the newcomers. It was a group of teenagers with backpacks. Shrugging, the twins turned back to their work. Just more unsuspecting tourists.
"Hi! I'm Stan Pines! Owner of the Mystery Shack, the shack of mysteries," he wiggled his fingers dramatically.
The blonde-haired girl looked closely at a 'jackolope'. "This is so fake. You can practically see the glue on the antlers. And you charge this at $250?"
Stan moved in, "Haha! You're funny, kid. This is a one-of-a-kind jackolope! Can't find one anywhere else! But I can tell you're a smart one. How about this: I'll cut the price, and make $500!"
The blonde haired girl stumbled back, obviously shocked. "That's insane! That's doubling the price! What do I look like, a walking piggy bank?" the Pines twins watched this in amusement.
"Actually, when customers come in, I sometimes see hallucinations of talking wallets and dollar bills…"
The black haired boy cut in, "Actually, we're not here to buy anything, we were wondering if you could tell us where we are, and maybe give us some directions."
"Why, you're in the Mystery Shack!"
"I know that," he said patiently, "I was more of wondering if you could tell us which state we're in. I mean, we are in America, right?"
Dipper raised an eyebrow. How could they not know which state they were in, let alone country?
Stan grew suspicious too, "What are you? Some kind of smuggler? I thought I already told you guys, I've sent the pugs to Mexico. There's nothing we can do about that now."
The teenager took a step back in surprise, "What? No! I just need to know which state we're in, that's all."
Dipper stepped in, "How can you not know where you're are?"
"I… umm… err… guys?" he looked back helplessly.
The black-skinned girl stepped in, "We're hitch hikers. We've been traveling for a few days now, and I guess we lost track of the distance." The teenagers looked at her in surprise, but nodded.
"Yeah, what she said," the Chinese-Canadian agreed.
Stan rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Fine, if that's what it takes to get you out of here, I'll tell you. You're in Gravity Falls, Oregon."
The teenagers gave small gasps and exchanged worried glances, but the first teenager nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Mister Pines."
"Your welcome. Now get out of the way! You're blocking the entrance." The teenagers filed out, allowing new people to come in. Stan rolled his eyes again, "Yeesh. What weird kids."
Mabel and Dipper exchanged glances. Dipper spoke up, "Umm, Grunkle Stan?"
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Is it okay if Mabel and I take a break? I mean, we've finished twice the amount on the list you gave us. Besides, I think there's a law about overworking children."
"Uhg. Fine. You have one hour."
The twins rushed up the stairs. "YES! Spy mission! This is going to be so cool! Agent Mabel and her side kick, Dipper!"
"Aww, why do I have to be the side kick?" complained Dipper.
"Because I said so. Now, what do we need?"
"Well, I was thinking walky-talkies, the memory gun, the Journals…"
"Yes, yes, those are all good. But are they as good as my…" she pulled out her weapon dramatically, "GRAPPLING HOOK?"
"Mabel, that grappling hook has not helped us whatsoever."
"Contraire, contraire, my friend. It has yet to prove itself." She patted her grappling hook lovingly.
Dipper rolled his eyes, "Fine, you can take it with us."
"YES!"
"But you have to be the sidekick."
"Aww, poo." she kicked the ground.
Later, they were sneaking around town, following the suspicious teenagers. Dipper took out his walky-talky, "Agent Two? Agent Two? Do you read me? This is Agent One."
"Read you loud and clear, Agent One. And is it just me, or are those guys hot?"
"It's just you. I'm going to try to move in closer to hear what they're saying. Cover me."
"You can count on me, bro."
Dipper logged out and snuck up closer. He heard the blonde dude talking, "—lost our transportation. How are we going to get to Gaea if we don't have our ship?"
"I don't know, Jason. But we can't go anywhere without Leo. I'll bet that Bill guy destroyed half of the Argo already," said the Native American girl.
Dipper's heart skipped a few beats. Bill? No. It can't be their Bill. There are probably hundreds of other guys named Bill.
The blonde haired girl spoke up, "So that settles it: we need to find a way to get Bill out of there."
"How?"
"By finding this Pine Tree and Shooting Star, of course. They must know something for Bill to mention them."
Dipper gasped. Pine Tree and Shooting Star? Those were their names! The teens rounded a corner. Dipper, distracted with the new information, followed them. But as soon as he rounded the corner he was thrown up against the wall. "Ahhh!" he cried. But the cry soon died in his throat as he felt a blade resting on his throat. He saw it was the black-haired teen holding him down.
"Why are you following us?" he demanded. Dipper looked around and saw the other teens holding weapons too.
"I'm… uh… I'mnumumm… I don't… Ah… I mean…" Dipper stuttered, too scared to speak.
"He was asking a simple question. Why are you following us?" demanded the kid named Jason.
"Yeah. Are you a monster?" asked the burly guy.
"I'm not… I don't… I mean, I'm not a monster!" Dipper cried, finally able to get a full sentence out of his mouth.
"Then who are you?"
"I'm-" He was cut off short by a yell.
"I'm comin' Dipper! Back off, you crazy monster things that look like cute boys!" he saw Mabel jump out of nowhere and hold out her defense, "GRAPPLING HOOK!"
"Mabel, no!" Dipper cried.
"Hiya!" she shot at the kid holding Dipper. The kid dropped Dipper and moved out of the way just in time, "Battle formation! Dipper! Get your memory gun or whatever!" Dipper started searching around in his vest.
Before the poor teenagers could fully process what was happening to them, Dipper had the memory gun out and ready, "Don't move! I have a memory gun! If you so much as blink I'll make sure you won't be able to remember your own names!"
"Hey, aren't these the kids from that tourist trap?" asked the dark-skinned girl.
"I said don't move!" he shouted, training the gun on her, "Now tell us your names and how do you know about Bill?"
The one who pinned Dipper raised his hands in defense, "Easy, kid. We don't mean any harm. Here, my name is Percy."
"And the others?"
Percy pointed to each teen one by one, "Annabeth, Piper, Jason, Frank, Leo, and Hazel."
"Where's Leo?" asked Mabel.
The teenagers suddenly looked sad, "Oops, I guess I miscounted heads," Percy muttered, "How do you know about Bill?" he was obviously trying to change the subject, but Dipper allowed it. He wanted to stay on topic anyway.
"You first," he demanded.
"Alright, fine. Bill, the demon guy?" Dipper nodded, "He kinda' possessed one of our friends, and we're trying to fix it."
"How do you know about Pine Tree and Shooting Star?" he asked.
"We don't know that much about them, or if they even exist. Bill just mentioned them, and we were hoping they would know what to do. Why? Do you know them?" Percy asked hopefully.
Dipper and Mabel exchanged looks, "We are them."
So! They met! Whippy! How were the twin's characters? Stan's? Annabeth's? Bill's? Sorry, I'm really paranoid about making characters to OC. I will take ideas, flames, constructive criticism, and above all, reviews. Please review guys! I'm talking to everybody! Except you, EclipseHeart, you've been with me since the dawn of time, and I appreciate that. Do you guys like this cliffy? Probably not, 'cause nobody likes cliffies. If you guys like Danny Phantom, I posted a nice oneshot of him and his mom. Nice, quick, simple. The perfect thing if you had a stressful day. Or for any day really. I'm really proud of it. Anyways, I do not own Gravity Falls, Percy Jackson, or Star Wars, 'cause you can never be to careful.
Two quick things: One, does anyone know how much you water an Aloe plant? I got one at a White Elephant exchange. I named it Allie.
And two, if you're bored or you just want to learn random, interesting facts, look up the Peacock Mantis Shrimp. I did a slideshow on it. They are awesome. Go look up peacock mantis shrimp Oatmeal comics, and click on the link. the comic has nothing bad in it or anything, it just gives you the facts in a quick and really funny way. I swear, it is not lame, but it will in fact leave you questioning, 'why is the Indominus Rex from Jurasic World not part peacock mantis shrimp?' You will not regret looking it up. (I do not own Jurassic World).
So anyway, reviews get me updating faster than normal. Favers and followers are great, but reviewers are my favorite! Thanks for your support! Now I really need to go to bed. The earlest I've went to bed in the past two weeks was 12:00. SUPER tired. So anyway, bye!