60 MINUTES
Finally, after all these years. Countless centuries of nudging along humanity, patience, aligning the stars and planets and galaxies, getting tiny bits of entertainment by hundreds of humans, all never at once, patience, the years of waiting for an opportunity, and it all will pay off.
Gravity Falls, a good name, and it will soon come true. All of his realm will merge with the physical realm, and it will be so much FUN. The demon chuckled to himself, the clock was ticking down, and he couldn't wait.
"Mabel, where's Grunkle Stan and Wendy?" Dipper asked, his voice one of panic. After the hours of studying the journal, and using that blacklight, the twins had cracked the code behind Bill Cipher, a nasty but snappily dressed dream demon capable of who knows what.
"Dip they're getting the rest of the stuff from the car, don't worry. We've got like, a bazillion people here, we'll be fine." His sister said nonchalantly. "Mabel, we have almost half the town with us, and that won't be enough. Bill is going to be stronger than ever, and we need everyone's help."
They had everything, a leaf blower, holy water, salt, the karaoke machine, the journals, the hints from Stanley, Mabel's grappling hook, Waddles, and a good twenty people backing them up. Maybe, just maybe, this would work.
Grunkle Stan would lead one group to distract Bill, Wendy would lead another group pretending to be the group that Dipper would lead, which would be the actual group that threw off the demon's plans and saved the world. Grunkle Stan, dressed in his usual suit save for his fez and eyepatch, carefully led the way, while Wendy and Dipper snuck around the back.
"Gonna reign chaos across the four dimensions, gonna do it today, yessir, I'm gonna bask in the confusion, gonna do it today." Bill hummed to himself as his clock struck down.
30 MINUTES
"Hey, I'm talking to you, you obnoxiously yellow triangle!" A voice rang out. A yellow slitted eye scanned the perimeter. "Over here you glorified shape!" The familiar voice rang yet again. The demon swirled around to meet his accuser, Stanford Pines. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Stan Pines, the lovely old chap whose mind I had to invade not too long ago. How's everything been? Has the weather been kind?" Bill laughed, an ever present demonic undertone ringing in his voice.
"Face it punk, we're not letting you stir up any more trouble." The man's gruff tone made Bill let out a fake gasp. "Watch your tone mister, we don't want any- Hey what are you doing?!" He whipped around to face Wendy Coduroy, who appeared to be reciting something in Latin. The searing burn of holy water made the demon angry.
"Sto͟p̢ ͠i̛t!" His body illuminated the darkening sky with a furious red glow. "I don't like that." He said calmly, his tone betraying his appearance. With one hand, he continued the plans like normal, and the other hand held a shrieking ball of lighting, barely contained in his enormous fist. Without a word, he struck several people at random with the sparks.
10 MINUTES
"Go faster Dipper!" Mabel whispered, tugging at her brother's sleeve and pointing to the destruction happening not 50 feet away from them.
"I'm going as fast as I can Mabel, this takes time!" He whisper-yelled, quickly etching on the page with the salt/cursed berry solution, just as the journal said. If done right, when burned, the paper will damage Bill enough to buy time for the chant, which should distract the demon, who will end up being unable to complete the ritual for mixing the two realms, the world will be saved, hooray hooray.
But it didn't work out like that.
Just like that, a spark of lighting struck the page, and it burned incomplete. It was only when the demon felt the dull, aching burn inside his being that he turned enough to see Dipper, with the third group. Wait, if Coduroy's group wasn't doing the ritual, and Stan Pines's group was just a distraction, that ment that he had been tricked. The humans thought they could trick Bill, a well-known and powerful dream demon. How could they?!
60 SECONDS
Y̶̼̼o̪̺̤ͅu̗̺̰͎͓̦̫ ̜͚t̖̙̟̦͙̖ͅr̴̟̞͚͎i͇̘͖̼c͢k̨͎e̡͇̥͔ḑ̖̣̬̗ͅ ͙͎̤͘m͚̹̥̭̲̦͡e̫̭̲͖̥̯͙!̜̯̦͉͇͈̠ ̭͔̤͈͉̖̟O̝͔͙̖h̤̝ ͉͖y̸̰̗͎̠̻̲ou̴͉̻̗'̞͍͔̬r̜̘̰̠̼̬e̖̠̣̗͢ ̹͠g̫̮͡o҉͔̘i̩͝n̟̫̹͝g͇̟̦͙͕̗̺ ̥̼̬̦̘͈to̧̱ ҉̭p̨͓͚a̟̝͔̫͡ͅy̼̹̞̳̻̯̭,̴̭͇̬̺̪̜ ̱̳͚͚y̵͔̗̻̹͓̖͎o͞u̳͙̳̱͚̙ ̙͘A̖̟̪͍͍͝ͅL̶̖͎L͎̳͍̤̦ ͔̦ͅW͚͖͖Į͉̟̫̤̝LL̴ ͚͡Ṕ͙̳̠͖͓̠A̯͎Y͖̭͖̯! With a wave of his hand, every living being floated weightlessly towards him, unable to move away from his grasp.
"The chant! Everyone yell the chant!" Someone cried. "Magnus daemon obligantes, unde veneras te in regnum bestiae foedae!" Over and over the phrase was chanted, drowning out the demon's growls and shrieks.
30 SECONDS
He dropped everyone, and clutched his eye. S̵̴̢͚̮͎̤̜̩̏̆͊̇t̺̫̐̍͒͘͜o̼̬̙̽ͦ̍̍̓̈̑̚̚͜͡p͇͖͖̤̰͑͂̆ͨ̓̓ ̡͓̩͕̲̖̞̺̝͉̑͛́͞S̲͕̠̟̻̳͕̈̋̑̽ͦ̕Ț̸̡̡̬̭̓̿ͥͩ̒͋ͥ̾̒Ȯ̖̲͡P̜̹̪̙̲̼̝̤͒̓͛̄͗̚ ̠̜̿̀S̨̙̏̍̂͐ͬ̅ͣ̽̒͟T̷̤̘͚̥̲͎̠́ͭͪ̈̋O̲͎̟̲̟̽͢͝P̜̭͑̍ͫͥ̚ͅ ̥͉̦̤̇͋̉ͯ̅ͣ̈͑̀̚S̵͔̝͓̄̓ͨͬͩ͒͆̀ͨ͢T̝̹̙̐͌̽͌Ŏ̧̠̜̫̦͕̂̆͢͞P̸̑̅ͯ̉̋͏̪̠̜̺̙͢ ̍҉̼S̶̮̹͍̭̤̰͎̟̼̿͑͑̌̅̅ͧ̅Ṫ͚̟ͬ̿̃͝Ơ̸͍̞͈̞̦̩̜̿ͧ̐͝P͈͉͕̤͕͉̯̈́ͮ́!͔̱̦̻̣̱̮͙̹̈̈́̔͋̇ͮͧ͗ He waved his hand back and forth, messing with the alignments he had worked on. The planets were almost out of order.
10
"Dipper it's not working! "Mabel yelled. "Just keep doing it!" Dipper yelled back.
9
The demon froze all who were chanting's mouthes and shut them.
8
"Yes, yes it's going to work after all!" He giggled.
7
Giggling, followed by maniacal laughing.
6
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU THOUGH YOU COULD STOP ME!"
5
"Hey Bill, look over here!" Was that a voice?
4
The demon turned to see the Pines twins chanting that cursed Latin.
3
"NO!" Bill screamed curling his fists and losing focus.
2
"Look at your plan now!" Bill turned to see his portal rapidly closing, despite his best efforts.
1
The portal closed. Dead silence, followed by the deafening explosion of said portal.
After collapsing on itself, it exploded with energy, breaking the barrier of magic in Gravity Falls and sending it all around the world. As for inside the town, it looked as though an atomic bomb went off in the outer ridges of the woods.
In the center of the crater was the twenty or so people who stopped the end of the world, and the demon who caused it all. Bill, who received the full blast of the portal, was in bad shape. Even for a demon of his greatness, a blow with that much energy was sure to kill him, and he wasn't happy about that.
Dang this hurts, and this isn't funny. I need something. What do I need? A body? Yes. But where? Where can I find a suitable one? Bill dragged himself to inspect the people who lay nearly unconscious with him. His eye fell on a particular boy with a blue hat with a pine tree on it, and he formed a plan.
With a final burst of energy, the demon floated quickly to the boy and forced himself into the body, but something went wrong. He wasn't strong enough to take control, and now he was stuck, unable to move when a white hot pain bolted through his body.
It wasn't supposed to hurt, but man did it hurt. It felt like he was being skinned alive, then set on fire with boiling acid. Bill couldn't believe how hard Dipper was holding on, or maybe he was too weak to properly possess him, who knows? All the demon felt just before he withered away was Dipper's will to keep his mind, and himself drifting away into the void.
Dipper had won, and he lay in the wake of the battle somewhere in a giant crater, with his twin nowhere in sight. He saw a quick glow of yellow before feeling it. Pain, excruciating, digging under his skin and muscle. It hurt so badly, someone must have ripped out his insides, melted them away with poison and acid, shoved them back into him, and used stabbing him repeatedly as a way of sewing him back together. It made torture look like paradise. Then, black.
Mabel woke to the sound of screaming, not just any scream, but a bloodcurdling, someone-is-dying, this isn't a joke scream. It was Dipper's voice. Her heart was pounding in her ear, her blood was ice. She had to find him, she had to.
She could hear the shriek ringing in her head, and knew he had to be dead or dying if he ever made a sound like that. Despite her best efforts, she could not find her brother. If she couldn't find him, maybe he really was…No! He was alive, he had to be.
Maybe he found the others, and she just imagined the horrible, nightmare-inducing cry for help. It wasn't until Grunkle Stan confirmed that he had heard it and couldn't find Dipper that she started crying. She asked everyone, Soos, Wendy, Old Man Mcgucket, Lazy Susan, even Robbie. No, none of them had seen him, and they all heard it.
Her sobs were the only sound that echoed across the destroyed landscape. The tears washed her face, making it sticky and shiny. She sobbed harder than she ever had in her life, and ever would. Her brother was dead, he had to be, and she couldn't even say goodbye or see him. He died that day, and she had heard his last sound. _
The next day, Mabel was still searching, she would have all night if Grunkle Stan didn't make her sleep. She didn't sleep though, she just sat there, alone. She wouldn't rest until they had either found him, or his body was found.
Finally, at noon, she found him, lying in his normal outfit that had been ripped to shreds. Mabel slowly walked towards him, before resting her head on his chest and listening for his comforting heartbeat that… Wasn't there.
His heart wasn't beating, oh god was he dead?! "Dipper? DIPPER CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" She yelled, shaking him.
No answer, just a low groan. Mabel's eyes shone with so much happiness they should have burst. Even if he answered in a groan, he was alive, alive and breathing, and that's all that mattered.