I'm back! Hello! Woo, it's been a while! So sorry I haven't posted in a while I've been super busy, but you probably don't want to hear my excuses, you want the story! Let's get to it!

I don't own ParaNorman, Supernatural, Gravity Falls, etc.

"So, where do we go from here?" Mabel asked. "Our room, or our grunkles room?''

Dipper shrugged. "I don't know. Do you think we should sleep first, or find out what happened to our grunkles first?"

Mabel bit her bottom lip thoughtfully. "Let's find out what happened to our grunkles. Norman, lead the way would you?"

Norman grumbled unhappily at the prospect, still being understandably mad at them for leaving him tied up, but led the way down the hall anyways, nodding at the guy behind the desk. Norman snatched a key off the hooks while the guy, 'Kevin', his name tag read, gave a blind-eye to them. Norman nodded his thanks and got an indifferent nod in return. He gestured down the hallway and began walking with Dipper and Mabel trailing behind. Dipper cleared his throat and began to speak.

"So, Norman, how did you find out about all of this hunting business, anyways?" Norman coughed uncomfortably but answered it anyways.

"A couple years ago after the Aggie incident, a couple of government agents came and investigated the incident. They promised the townspeople money for any information, and one of the kids at my school gave it." They all jumped when Neil cut in, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

"Alvin. He told them. He was with us 'cause he was just about to beat up Norman when the zombies rose."

"Anyways, they took me to one of their compounds once Alvin proved he wasn't lying. I managed to escape and asked a ghost taxi driver to give me a ride. He took me through a shortcut in the forest. It was pretty cool." Dipper cocked his head.

"Wouldn't the government agents have come back to look for you?"

"Yeah, they did, but my family hollowed out a space in the walls for me to hide in. My grandma told me when they were gone and the agents only came back that once."

"Wouldn't they have seen your grandma talking to you?" Mabel asked.

"She died about three months before Aggie came back," Neil clarified. Mabel nodded.

"Oh, okay."

"After that, I started to investigate other supernatural incidents. I couldn't be the only one to know about this kind of stuff. As it turns out, I was right. I met a hunter a couple months after the FBI agents came who I helped to catch a ghost in a neighboring town. He taught me everything there is to know about this business, and even gave me a book with all his notes. I use it all the time and study it when I'm bored. He had to move on to a different town, and I haven't seen him since. It was cool, actually, because there was this one time when I got really sick and I had a really bad fever. The next day, it just was gone. I later learned that a door to the underworld had been opened and had let loose a thousand or so demons. I caught one and exorcised it. As it turns out, when I was a baby, I used to babble the same kind of words I used to exorcise it, or so my parents told me. A couple more hunters rolled in and out of town after that, and I got a job at the hotel so I could keep track of them and help them, whether indiscreetly or otherwise. Ah, we're here." Everyone looked away from Norman and at the door he was currently standing in front of. Dipper chuckled at the irony and everyone else grimaced. Room 237. Norman opened the door and everyone warily walked in.

"Woah," Neil whispered. "This place is trashed."

And indeed it was. The beds were not made, the tables covered in papers and rotting food, and many other things. Norman gave a low whistle. "The bill for this is going to be huge!" He exclaimed.

Dipper looked at him incredulously. "That's what you're thinking about?"

Norman blinked. "Well, yeah. What are you thinking about?"

"Where the heck they are."

"Oh." Neil sharply pulled Norman aside.

"Dude, does that spray painting on the side of the wall look familiar at all?"

"What?" Neil grabbed his face and aimed it at the wall above the bed.

"Oh." There was a sloppily painted triangle with an eye in the center that seemed to be watching them. Dipper joined them looking mad as heck. Norman looked at him in confusion.

"What?" He asked, though he knew perfectly well who the painting on the wall depicted.

"His name was -or is, I guess- Bill Cipher. Mabel and I encountered him when we were twelve. Mabel?"

"Yeah?" She looked up from some papers she was shuffling through on the table. "What?"

"Have you heard anything from Bill lately?" Mabel's face went dark.

"No. Why-oh." Mabel saw the spray painting.

"How did he survive?" Dipper asked rhetorically. "I thought we had destroyed him."

"So did I," Mabel admitted. "How do you think he survived?"

Norman took a quiet deep breath, then spoke. "He invoked the name of Axolotl. That's how."

Everyone turned to Norman. Neil gave him a warning look, but Norman ignored it. "How do you know Bill?" Dipper asked dangerously.

"He began to visit me in my dreams about three weeks ago. He was the one that taught me how to summon the so-called 'Sith-Lightning' as you call it."

"You made a deal with him, didn't you? Because of you, my grunkles could be dead." Norman took a step back, seeing the aggression in Dipper's body language and held up his hands.

"No, Dipper. I told you. I'd dealt with demons before Bill. I know about deals, and I didn't make any. He didn't even offer his hand for a handshake. Also, he showed me what he looked like when he appeared to you. He didn't look like that. He looked... human. I think he found a body of his own, or something. I don't know." Dipper visibly relaxed and sat down. He put his head in his hands and groaned.

"What could his endgame possibly be? What could he possibly gain by teaching you powers he knows full well that you could use against him?"

"Maybe it's not Bill that took your grunkles, Dipper," Norman suggested. Dipper looked at him as if the thought hadn't occurred to him.

"What?" He asked. Norman swallowed nervously.

"Maybe someone just wants you to think that it's Bill. Don't you think that whoever's done this knows that that's the conclusion you'd instantly jump to? There are other demons out there, too many to count, in fact. I trust him." Dipper sighed.

"When Mabel and I were twelve, our parents sent us to stay with our Grunkle Stan in Gravity Falls. There, we helped him get our Great Uncle Ford back to our dimension from wherever he was. Fifty or sixty years ago, Grunkle Stan had accidentally shoved Great Uncle Ford into the portal that sent him away in the first place. Bill had tricked him into a deal that made Grunkle Ford build the portal. Bill tried to take over Gravity Falls and kill us all. If not for Mabel and I's Grunkles, he would've succeeded too. I can't just sit back and pretend that Bill can suddenly just turn good. If he's doing something, it's because it can benefit him." Norman bit his lip and nodded, even though he felt that wasn't necessarily true. The Bill that he knew might've once done this, but he wasn't like that any more. Or at least, it seemed that way to him.

"Maybe he hasn't changed. But if there is something in this whole thing for him, it wouldn't have anything to do with your Grunkles. You already beat him once. If anything, he's going to learn from this and not mess with you and your family anymore. Perhaps-ah!" Norman exclaimed. Dipper looked at him in shock and worry.

"Norman?! What's going on? Are you okay?" Dipper's voice faded away as Norman lapsed into a vision and everything went went black.

Norman groaned as he slowly came into consciousness. Shaking off the last of the weariness, he warily looked around. He was in the forest, chained between two trees. On the trees to his right, there was a familiar face in a similar position as Norman. "Bill? Are you okay?" Norman asked.

Bill looked up at him and frowned. "Kid? What are you doing here?"

Norman swallowed. "I-I don't know. I fell into a vision and woke up here. I'm not really here, am I?"

Bill laughed dryly. "I'm afraid you're very much here, kid. They must have grabbed your psyche while you were traveling to whatever vision you were going to have. Here, let me see if I can get you out of this."

Bill focused intently on the chains that held Norman in place, and they began to shake violently. "Bill, no!" Norman exclaimed. "You've got to get yourself out of here, don't waste your energy on me!"

Bill didn't seem to be listening, as he kept right on what he was doing, and after a second, the chains broke, and Norman was free. Bill slumped weakly, exhausted with his lack of energy. "Now, kid, get out of here. They're going to be here, and all of my energy is going to be wasted if they catch you."

"No," Norman said, determined to get Bill out. "I'm not leaving you for the wolves."

Bill chuckled weakly. "What an appropriate name. The puppies, they ugly." He chuckled weakly again, though what at, Norman wasn't sure. Norman shook it off, and focusing, he concentrated his energy to his fingertips and fired at Bill's chains. After a second, they gave way and Norman did the same to the other side. Bill broke free and fell to the ground. He smiled up at Norman.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me behind, kid. I won't forget this. Now, get out of here!" He commanded, and with a snap of his fingers, Norman's world went black.

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"Norman? Norman, can you hear me? Are you okay?" Dipper's voice brought him back to reality, and suddenly, Norman realized he was in Dipper's arms. With a yelp, he pulled away from Dipper, which Dipper didn't seem to notice.

"Are you okay, Norman?" Dipper asked again, obviously very concerned.

"N-no," Norman stuttered. "I'm fine. It was just a vision, that's all."

Dipper raised an eyebrow. "Just a vision? You were floating, with green lightning swirling around you. What happened?"

Norman bit his bottom lip and opened his mouth to answer, but the things in the room suddenly started to float and swirl around menacingly. Dipper, Mabel, and Neil took up defensive positions with guns at the ready, and Norman looked around warily. He seemed to be doing this a lot, he thought to himself. Norman yelled in surprise and pain as chains appeared out of thin air and wrapped themselves around him. A vague shape began to take shape in the air in front of him and Norman inhaled sharply as the figure fully came into the room. It was... a frog. Wearing bright pink lipstick.