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Elia's P.O.V.

Ah, Summerween. The very word made me flinch with memories. In the two years I'd lived in Gravity Falls, neither of my Summerweens were very productive: arguing parents, mystery-addicted friends, bosses constantly in a state of cease-fire that might flare up again into an old war, a lot of blood on everyone's hands (fake, yes, but still blood), and too much candy for safety. Thus, I did what I always did on Summerween when the sun descended beneath the horizon; I climbed up to the top of the falls, took out a notebook and a sketchbook, and began write and draw. I wasn't very good at drawing, and my handwriting sucked, but it helped me pass the time.

Hours later, I woke from the light doze I had unintentionally drifted into. Sitting up, I yawned and rubbed my eyes. It wasn't very late; the moon was still rising, and I could see the light of Summerween melons glinting faintly on the streets below. Tiny forms moved like ants around the annoyingly angular streets.

A rustling sound from behind me caused me to look around. Something yellow and glowing caught my attention. I looked at it. Oddly enough, it looked like the pyramid on the back of dollar bills, except yellow and just kind of...floating there.

"Ummm…" I said.

The pyramid turned around and looked at me. It actually bloody turned around and looked at me with a single tan eye, again like on the dollar bill, save with a straight line for a pupil.

"Oh, ho, ho!" a nasal voice said from nowhere. "Look what we have here!" The pyramid flew towards me, causing me to jump backwards, and circled me, regarding me with its sole eye. I could see that the pyramid was 2-D and had two stick arms, two stick legs, and a top hat floating above its top point, all black "Hello, Llama! I don't think we've met," the nasal voice said again. The pyramid stuck out a hand. "The name's Bill, Bill Cipher." He tipped his hat courteously with his other hand.

"You're a floating yellow pyramid," I said, "with arms, legs, and a top hat."

The nasal voice laughed. "Who're ya kiddin'? Of course I am!" it said. Apparently, the pyramid had a voice, and an extremely annoying one, too.

"You appear to know me," I continued.

"Oh, I know lots of things, Llama" the pyramid, or Bill, as it referred to itself as, said. Suddenly, it expanded and darkened showing a lot of strange stuff that I never knew existed. "...lots of things," the voice said again, much deeper. Then Bill turned back into its original form, eye twinkling.

I stared at Bill, shaking my head. "Is this a dream, reality, or both?"

Bill emitted its insane laugh again, floating up into the air and closing its eye. "Who's to say it's any of those things?" it asked before turning serious. "Thing is, kid, I need some help. You seem like a nice specimen."

I chuckled mirthlessly, rolling my eyes. "Like hell some floating yellow pyramid's gonna get help from me."

Bill regarded me, heaving a surprisingly bitter sigh. "You're not going to cooperate, are you, Llama?"

"What gave you that idea?" I asked dryly, gathering up my stuff.

Bill sighed again. "Well, llamas always were stubborn." Then it stuck out its 2-D arms in front of it, the palms facing towards me.

I looked at the arms, then at Bill, then back at the arms. "Great. You're holding your arms out at me. So wh-" I stopped as a tingling rushed up my neck. It felt as if hundreds of spiders were hurrying up and down my spine. The thought alone made me shiver.

"This might hurt a little," the annoyingly nasal voice of Bill said.

"What's that sup-" I was cut off as every pore of my body erupted in flames. I don't know if they actually did, but it certainly felt like it, and I couldn't look to see anyway, seeing as I had collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain.

This might hurt a little. Biggest bleedin' understatement of the century. Honestly, what is it with this town and understatements? Weird. No kidding. Backwater. About as backwater as New York, at least by cryptid standards. And now this!

Ye gods, what was the world coming to?

Dipper's P.O.V.

"Stanley, what's that light on top of the falls?" I asked.

"What?" Stanley asked. He peered out of the car window. "What light?"

I looked at the top of the falls. Strange, I was sure that a light had briefly illuminated the top of the falls. Was my mind playing tricks on me? No, there it was again, as bright as a firework.

"Stanley, you might want to see this," I said.

Stanley sighed. "Fine, kid, I'll look at the top of the falls if you want me t-" He broke off as the light appeared over the falls a third time.

"Where's Elia?" my grandfather asked.

I shrugged. "She didn't come trick-or-treating with us…"

"Ya know, that reminds me of that triangle guy, Bill something-or-other," Mabel said.

"Bill Cipher?" Stanley said.

"Yeah, him!"

"Didn't you blow him up with a box of fireworks?" Pacifica asked.

"Yup!" Mabel said. "The light just reminds me of him."

Meanwhile, I was thinking furiously. Last summer, the isosceles triangle-shaped yellow dream demon Bill Cipher had entered Grunkle Stan's mind on a mission from Gideon Gleeful, and had later tried to destroy Journal 3 using my body. After forcibly ejecting him, Mabel had seemingly destroyed him with a box of illegal fireworks Stan had given her by chance. However, there was always the possibility of him having survived…

"Stanley, do you have something I could use to get to the top of the falls quickly?" I asked.

"Sure, why?" the Author replied.

"No time to explain, can I just use it really quickly?"

Stanley pulled over to the side of the road, got out of the car, pulled out a pair of shoes from his satchel, and handed them to me. "Rocket shoes," he said. "They're fuel guzzlers, so…" His mouth formed an o-shape. "...so how 'bout I come with you?"

I had guessed that my grandfather would eventually guess what I was about to do, so I said "Yes", tying the laces of the rocket shoes.

Cue dramatic/creepy violin music.

Yay for cliffhangers! Yeah, I brought back Bill (ha ha, onomatopoeia), but that was because I just can't bring myself to think that a bunch of fireworks is enough to kill the omniscient dream demon we all know and despise. And yes, Elia is the Llama on the Bill Cipher wheel, or so I have it. Feel free to provide suggestions for later chapters in the reviews.