Dipper lay awake on his bed in the dark attic bedroom. His mind was racing. Theoretically his plan to summon Bill would work, but as he lay in bed, his mind buzzing with ideas. A realization dawned on him; he had no way to summon the demon. Dipper quickly began to try to figure out ways around this. He considered more primitive ways to summon demons, other than the surefire way described in one of the three journals, but quickly realized that if there was one demon, there were probably others. Dipper had no intention to accidentally sell his agency to a demon more powerful than Bill.
Dipper's eyes eventually began to feel the weight of the day, and drifted shut, soon after, Dipper was enveloped in sleep's sweet embrace. He had no dream, it was as if he opened his eyes and it was day. He felt no different; he was still as tired as before. Groggily, he shifted his position and got out of bed. A glance at his alarm clock let him know that it was well past the Mystery Shack's opening time.
Having no motivation to fulfill his responsibilities, he took his time. He changed into his usual ensemble and headed into the bathroom. After he finished cleaning his teeth, he removed the bandage for the wound he'd received the day before. The cut wasn't deep, but still hurt. He was careful when removing the bandage so to gently break the pieces of skin and dried blood that had sealed the two together. He tossed the bloody bandage into a nearby garbage pail, and began to wash the slightly healed cut.
He wetted a nearby washcloth in the sink, and dabbed at the flecks of dried blood surrounding the cut. The cut was horizontal, spanning the length of his whole left cheek. Once he finished making the cut look presentable, so as to not off set the happy demeanor of the Mystery Shack, he checked his watch to find that it was almost time for his shift at the register. He walked down the stairs and entered the gift shop to relieve Wendy of her shift.
Dipper walked up to the register and Wendy looked up from scratching the paint off of the table. Her eyes went first to the scar on his cheek, and lingered there for longer than they should have, before looking him in the eyes to greet him.
"Hey, Dipper, are you okay?" She asked
"Yeah, I," Dipper paused a little before thinking of an excuse, " I just fell down 'is all, I'm fine."
Wendy didn't believe Dipper's obvious lie, but decided not to ask. She had been told that he had snuck out, and to keep an eye on him, but she had not been told the details of what happened.
Dipper relieved Wendy of her shift, and sat down in her place. Dipper trudged through his shift, helping the mindless customers with emptying their wallets. Dipper noticed that, throughout his entire shift, Wendy never left the gift shop. She was always within eyesight.
At the close of his shift, he began to help close down The Shack. He spoke his goodbyes to Wendy and Soos as they left for the night, then headed up to his room. He entered the dusty attic, and crossed over to where his journal lay. He lifted the leather bound from its resting place, and sat down with it on the bed.
Dipper poured over The Journal for the next few hours, trying to find a way to summon Bill. He tried using the black light, and every other way of revealing secret messages. He tried lemon juice, water, and even fire none of them yielded any secrets.
He put the book down and rubbed his temples, he was getting nowhere. He decided to go downstairs and get a glass of water. It was still pretty early for the residences of The Shack, Stan would, most likely, still be awake. Dipper walked in to the kitchen, and served himself a glass of water from the tap.
It didn't taste the best, but it was still refreshing. Dipper looked around and felt odd. He couldn't figure out what it was, but it made him fell weird, something wasn't right. He looked into the family room and realized what it was. The rest of the house was dark, and there was no noise whatsoever.
Curious, Dipper walked to the front door and tried the handle, it was locked. He had no way of unlocking it, since it required a key. He walked all around the house, but found no sign of Stan anywhere. Finally, Dipper arrived at the last room he hadn't checked, Stan's.
He opened the door quietly, and stepped inside. The room was silent, no snoring, but just to be safe, he went over to the bed and found it empty.
He looked around the room. Stan didn't tell him he was going anywhere. He continued looking until his eyes fell on a painting on the wall. It was the painting that concealed a hole in the wall behind it.
Dipper walked over and touched the gold frame. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist. He gripped the painting with both hands and pulled it off the wall.
Dipper gasped in disbelief at what he saw. There, in Stan's room, was journal number two. Dipper reached out and removed the book. He turned it over and over in his hands. His mind was filled with questions as to why Stan had the book. He opened the journal and read the first page. It was much like the first page of Journal 3, but with some minor differences. An idea suddenly struck Dipper.
Journal 3 mentions Bill like the author already encountered him, He thought, and if Journal 3 was written after Journal 2, then there has to be some mention of him in here, and maybe, just maybe it might have…
Dipper frantically flipped through the pages until he found an entity in the shape of a triangle, Bill. He read the page. Sure enough, it had instructions on how to summon the demon.
The still quiet of the house was suddenly broken by the sound of a car door shutting from outside. This unexpected sound jarred Dipper from his thoughts, he had to act fast. He reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone, he aimed the camera at the page and quickly took a picture. He threw the journal back into the hole, and resealed it with the painting. He shut the door quietly behind him and ran into the living room, He jumped on to the ground and turned the TV on just in time.
Stan entered through the door with grocery bags in each hand.
"Hey kid, help me take these in," He said, gesturing to the parked car outside.
Dipper got up and walked outside. It was mildly cold, and the moon was high overhead. Dipper grabbed as many bags as he could, which was all of them, closed the trunk of the car, and headed inside.
Dipper dumped the bags on the counter and helped Stan put them away. Afterward, Stan trudged into the living room, sat down, and began watching the TV.
Dipper announced to Stan that he was feeling tired, and that he was going to bed, before marching up the stairs and into the attic. Dipper shut the door behind him and pulled out his phone. He went to his photo album and selected his most recent picture. He managed to snap a clear picture of the journal page, so clear that he could read the smallest writing without zooming in.
He read the list of what you needed to summon a demon, and began gathering supplies. He found some old candles in a box in the closet, some fake blood in a rusty can in another box filled with old Halloween gags, and a picture. The picture was the only one he had in his room, the one of he and Mabel, it was a small price to pay to get his sister back in flesh and blood. He put all the supplies in a pile and shoved them under his bed.
Dipper climbed into bed and began to wait. He didn't want to do it while Stan was still awake, in case he came up to check on him, so he decided to do it while he was asleep. He waited for a few hours, silently listening to the TV downstairs, waiting for it to be turned off. Once it was, he waited a while longer for Stan to go to sleep. Once he was satisfied, he got out of bed and pulled out the supplies.
He looked at the picture of him and Mabel sadly before dipping his fingers in the fake blood and crossing out the eyes. He lay the picture down and surrounded it by six candles and then proceeded to light each one. He took out his phone and opened up the picture. Whispering he said the incantation so as to not wake up Stan.
He waited.
Nothing happened.
Confused, he said the incantation again, louder this time.
Still nothing.
He said it again. This time, there was a large gust of ice cold wind, all six candles went out. Dipper sat in the dark, waiting.
Nothing else happened.
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Sorry for the late update, I was sick, hey, at least it wasn't three weeks!
Rejoice with me! For it is winter break!
Next Chapter: probs Thursday