It has been hours since our two adventurers had found their way home from the old caves of Gravity Falls, keen to examine their new trove.
Since then they wanted to believe in the usefulness of that old painting with its new and yet unsolved scripts.
And since then they did everything to make sense of what they have seen in that hidden cavern, just next door to those ancient writings of the well-known dream demon, with such similarity that it couldn't be a coincidence or something that should be ignored.
But the more they were looking it over the more confusion was filling their minds.
And even after hours of collecting the parts of the puzzle there were still no answers.
The table in the living room was entirely covered in a mess of notes, photos, sheets with cipher keys and all of the three journals. Nothing could lead to a clear solution, just vague assumptions or rough ideas that made them move in circles.
The mood was tensed, the mind was tired and after hours of puzzling over their found, Dipper and Ford decided to give their body and brain a pause by going to bed.
'Tomorrow is another day', is what Stanford said to his nephew who simply couldn't take his mind off of things once they gave him a new riddle to solve.
How was he supposed to sleep when he was just inches away from the answer they have searched for?
With a restless mind Dipper laid in his bed and couldn't sleep a wink. Mabel was already out of the count when he had laid down on the other side of the room.
His body was tired, his eyes were heavy and yet his head refused to shut up.
After minutes of tossing and turning Dipper rubbed his eyes and sat up in his bed, let out a soft but frustrated sigh.
"Ah man… already knew I would be up all night again...", he whispered to himself and turned his head over to his watch that had laid on the nightstand.
2:42 AM, oh joy.
He sighed again and picked up a little note he had brought with him from all of the others. The moon light was bright enough for him to read what he had scribbled down:
The green and one- eyed triangle along with the incantation. The words were marked and underlined in several colors, written again beneath in different orders and followed by possible translations.
Maybe he could come up with some more, just to feed his brain a little until he could finally get some sleep.
So he started to try out some more combinations, occasionally looked up some Latin words with his phone while his eyes got more and more tired.
But after minutes of racking his brain there were those other, disregarded ideas that started to echo in his head, not letting him ignoring it any longer.
What if he reads the new incantation aloud?
What if it wasn't just another and older version of Bill's summoning?
What if it leads them to something great that could actually help them?
But yet again… what if that was a big mistake?
Things could turn out better… or even worse.
Dipper's mouth went dry by that thought and read the words over for the umpteenth time, his lips refusing to open as the syllables rang in his head.
"Should I do it?", Dipper asked himself with silent voice, "Should I really do it?"
He held his breath and looked over to Mabel who laid there peacefully, her eyes still shut.
Not even a meteor could have wake her up now.
"…."
Dipper swallowed and looked back down on his note, inhaled with a spinning mind and sweaty fingers.
That could be the biggest mistake he had ever made and then his sister might never be able to sleep safe and sound again.
'There is no time anymore for half-hearted doubts or doubled safety', the words of his gruncle echoed through his head and he bit his lip.
He was right.
Was he right?
Should he really do it?
He took a shaky breath. And then, in a low whisper, Dipper read the incantation.
"Omniscient Oculum Triangulum... In coelo thronum suum… Spiritus ultra et citra.
Entangulum, Cum magna voce excitantum… Veneforis dominus ventium.. Veneforis venetisarium…"
The young boy could feel his heart pounding inside his chest, his eyes traveled around the dull lighted room as he held as still as he could.
But nothing.
"Haah…", Dipper sighed quietly. Half from disappointment, half from relief.
Another failed trial. He couldn't decide if he should be frustrated or rather happy that nothing happened.
Maybe it was the best. Who knows what evil forces he could have unleashed this time.
And with that the tiredness finally hit him with full power and he could feel the strength leaving his muscles.
That second of excitement seemed to have given him the last bit of exhaustion he needed and Dipper welcomed it with open arms.
He really had enough mysteries for that day.
So he laid down with his note still in his hand, his entire body so heavy as it were weighted down with a load of bricks. And as soon as his head sank into the pillow he fell asleep in the next second, deeply and peacefully like his sister next to him.
But it wasn't long before his dreams seemed to pull him down further and further…