Seven days...
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Time's up Blendin'.
Even time it's self can't stop me from reaching my goals.
The hourglass is empty,
and once I deal with the Pines, you're next!
Didn't anyone tell you what happens when you mess with time?
Could he just state, that for the record, Blendin' Blandin's voice was the single-most annoying thing he had ever heard? And he had heard a lot of things! Even his own voice was nowhere near as strained and whiny as that pathetic man's! It was so squeaky it could give Dipper a run for his money, and at the same time was like nails on a chalk board! He was like some kind of giant, sweaty, squeaky-toy. He wondered if dogs attacked the guy because they thought he had a squeaker. Hmmm... Maybe he should lock him in a pen filled with werewolves the next chance he got to see what happened. The full moon was only a few cycles away after all...
Of course, that wasn't the greatest idea what with the full moon showing up soon. The first thing he was going to do was tear out that idiotic coward's throat. He had never been so repulsed by a human up until this point. Until this excuse for a multiple-celled organism showed up.
Time was a tricky thing. But it was a tricky thing that he often enjoyed messing with. So much havoc could simply be created by freezing and unfreezing the universe for all eternity! Of course once you froze time, that meant it couldn't be stopped for all eternity because eternity no longer existed.
Oh details! Who cared about such insignificant things when there were more important matters to think about?! Including the hows and whys on how a single man with the ability to time-travel could meddle so much. To any normal person, it seemed like nothing. But that man had gone back and altered the past more times than once, aiding the twins, preventing dangerous things from happening, time in and time again.
See, the thing was, he didn't mind time-travelers. However, what he did mind was when they interfered within his world, and caused events that he did not want to happen. Of course, he then had to go back and fix everything himself. It took up more of his own time! He had planned and waited too long to receive any interference in his goals. Now was certainly not the time for people to think that they could simply get in his way and escape unscathed.
No. He wanted retribution for all the times that Blendin' Blandin' had nearly stopped something critical from happening, nearly caused the end of it all...
If people (And particularly large babies.) Could just keep their noses out of his business, then everything would be fine! But nooo! Everyone was always out to "protect the universe" and "prevent the impending doom!" They just couldn't let him have his fun while it lasted!
Blendin' was the one assigned to "clean up his cosmic time-messes" as they so politely put it. The guy was always a few time-minutes behind. Sweating, stuttering, and worst of all, getting in his way. He knew better than to invoke the "wrath" of that stupid Time Baby, and had to leave the man alone. The last thing he needed was an army of Time Police attempting to prevent his goals.
But, time was rapidly running out for Blendin' Blandin'. Oh how that man would rue the day he joined the Time Police.