Wendy and Dipper had to wait a couple of days before returning to the quest at hand. Wendy had to go back home and do things around the house, since she wasn't there the night she and Dipper began investigating. Luckily, it gave Dipper more time to solve some codes from what he obtained at the Tent O' Telepathy.

The two were in the twins' room, sitting on Dipper's bed. It was covered in books and papers, including the ciphers they found, the letters, and Journal 3.

"So, what'd you figure out?" Wendy asked.

Dipper laid Journal 3 out on both their laps, flipping through the pages. "I really didn't get much." He shrugged. "A lot of things saying to 'Trust no one!' and 'The eye sees all.' The one thing that stood out was, 'The end of the world is closer than the end of summer.' Wasn't that helpful, although, it did mention how creepy Bill was."

"That is pretty accurate. But, hey, speaking of Bill, he visited me in my dreams last night again..."

She went on to tell Dipper how it happened.

The previous night, Wendy had been exhausted. She had been working vigorously around her house to keep things in order, as well as work, and it was awful. She was super stressed, and ended up falling asleep early, hoping to escape it. Bill did not help with that—he merely made it worse.

Wendy appeared in the log cabin again, fireplace burning and crackling. Again, her ax laid on the floor. She bent down and gripped it tightly. "Hello?"

Then she waited for Bill to appear, and when he emerged from thin air, Wendy was not happy. "Bill, what is wrong with you?! You're messing up my life!"

"Hey, hey, easy there, Red. I did tell you before that things would get better for you if you just handed over the journal."

"And I already said no. Why do you want it so badly anyways?" Wendy said.

Bill made a shrugging motion, floating down closer to Wendy. "Well, that is classified... but you can find out if you give it."

"No."

"Gee, you're stubborn, Corduroy. Just like your father."

"Ugh," Wendy rolled her eyes. "Don't talk about him right now. He's been really hard on me, and if you're gonna make my life miserable, don't involve my family!"

Bill paused for a minute or so before speaking again. "Uh, yeah. Telling a demon how to make you mad isn't really the best idea."

"Well, I don't care!" Wendy retorted. She pressed a hand against her head in aggravation. "I can do whatever I want, okay! You don't control me."

Bill turned a shade of bright red in anger, and grew in size. His voice turned all creepy again, and he was staring Wendy down.

"YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME?!"

"No, you're just being annoying!"

"So are you!" Bill growled. "And you need to listen to me—"

"Then stop making my and Dipper's lives awful!" Wendy's grip on the ax increased; her knuckles were white. All she wanted at that moment was for everyone to live a life free of fear of this triangle freak.

"You listen up right now, Corduroy," Bill zoomed right up to her face, making Wendy stumble. "I am going to get that journal whether you like it or not. I can get it with or without your help. You may be resistant now, but I know exactly what it takes to get you to break. Know that."

"...And that's all he said. I threw the ax at him after he spoke that and then I was awake. Short and not sweet," Wendy finished.

"Thanks for telling him to lay off me, too," Dipper said with a small smile.

"Hey, you deserve to be left alone," Wendy replied. "So—"

Mabel walked through the open door at that moment, Waddles behind her. "Hey, guys!"

"Hey, Mabel," Dipper said.

"You going to Candy or Grenda's?" Wendy asked.

"Yeah, Candy's," Mabel said with a smile. "I thought since you guys are investigating that I should go do something myself. Tell me what happens when I get back tomorrow!" Mabel grabbed a duffel bag full of clothes, movies, books, and games, and headed back out the door.

Dipper and Wendy said goodbye back, then went back to conversing between themselves.

"So, what're we gonna do tonight?" Wendy asked. "Watch really bad movies?"

"Yep. If anything unusual comes up, we can just go check."

"Sounds like a plan," Wendy said.

Dipper looked out the triangular window. The sun was setting; it was probably about 8 P.M. "We should probably start getting the snacks ready," he suggested.

"Then let's do it."

Wendy followed Dipper out of the room, mentally readying herself for if anything were to happen. At the moment, everything seemed too normal, and if Wendy knew Gravity Falls, that was bound to change.

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