Dipper sat up straight, and cracked his knuckles on his uninjured hand. Names produced the most results thus far, so he'd run through everyone. And since Bill provided three results for alterations on his own name then he'd start with his own formal variant "MASON".

Instead of new ways to destroy his eyesight, this was merely a backup of Dipper's anagram note to Ford. But with commentary Grunkle Ford hadn't shared with him. "CRYPTOGRAM CODEX"?

A surprise download started. Once it finished, Dipper navigated to the computer's file manager and unzipped the codex.

"Just some gibberish fonts. You and Ford share the nerdiest secrets. I'd make baby animal pictures my secret download!"

"Actually it's more ciphers. Ford's shown me bits of most of these before, but this would make a nice cheatsheet. I don't suspect this old computer is hooked up to any printer though."

Mabel gave an idea-borne "oh!" and pulled her phone out of her sweater pocket. She pulled up and took photos of all four. Dipper closed out the first three, but hesitated on the last one.

"You know it's weird. I get the titles of the first three, but what the heck is a 'theraprism'? The raprism?"

"Maybe it's The Ra Prism and it's from some Egyptian dimension Ford visited. Ooh or a cheerleader ra-ra! That sounds fun!"

"I guess…," Dipper conceded, closing the final font and returning to the search bar. Names. Well, why not everyone in the zodiac circle Ford drew?

"STAN" brought up some shopping pages. Dipper tried three times, but beyond Mabel enjoying the classic dogs playing poker painting, this seemed fruitless.

"SOOS" was the rambling note Mabel had him contribute to the Book of Bill.

"ROBBIE" was said-teen's private social media chat detailing Thompson's and his terrible idea to get wishes from Bill. Dipper had multiple questions, but he's pretty sure his primary one was still 'what did Wendy ever see in him?'.

"PACIFICA" was also her entry in the Book of Bill, and now Dipper regretted not letting Mabel type her name instead of BABBA earlier.

"Hey Dipper, do you think we can get to her social media page here? I forgot to look up her account earlier."

"Look it up yourself—I meant on your phone!," he retorted as Mabel began the search for "PLATINUM PAZ"

"But then how would I get to see you sweat over seeing a pretty girl's makeup tutorial?," Mabel teased, but her smile faded a bit when it loaded a short-story length pop-up instead of Pacifica's normal social media accounts. "Oh, I didn't know she had a blog."

"I don't think she does."

The two twins started reading. This took place after the haunted soiree, and written as dramatically as Pacifica herself. Mabel gave him a playful elbow shove at the first mention of his name, and he rolled his eyes at Mabel's constant obsession with romance. Any hint of further joking died off when they scrolled to the next page, the thunder rumbling outside. They read in silence for the next few paragraphs, Mabel squirming unhappily and Dipper's mind racing with the events of that night. They'd made up and she did the right thing in the end! It was all her parents' fault! So why…

"I don't like this story, Dipper. It's like when I had nightmares after Waddles nearly died to a pterodactyl," she whimpered, eyes tearing up.

Dipper squeezed his sister's hand, but kept scrolling. Soon it became obvious the true reason this nightmare was on the computer, it was all one of Bill's manipulative deals. It even had a too real image for a normal dream. Dipper pointed out the line that it was Mabel's car taco that helped Pacifica avoid a life-ruining choice, which netted a watery smile from Mabel. The story ended shortly after Pacifica woke up, and Dipper closed out of it. He felt like he intruded on her private thoughts. What would he even say to her the next time he saw her? Dipper noticed Mabel had returned to her phone and was tapping away at it.

"Are you texting someone?"

"I'm telling Pacifica we're having a sweet dreams sleepover with Candy and Grenda the day it gets sunny again."

"You know she'll have no idea why you're suddenly insisting on this right? If there's even a signal down here..."

Mabel slapped her phone down on the table, giving Dipper a distressed look.

"Bill almost got her because she thought she had no friends! Well now she'll get two more, and the comfiest sweater I can make. It'll be like a warm hug. And the four of us will watch the sweetest happiest girls night movie we can rent."

How did Mabel manage to turn every scenario into something positive? Her presence in this mystery hunt turned a potentially dreadful unsettling slog into something full of stickers, snacks, and a determined upbeat attitude. Bill might make them falter, but he'd never break them again, not when their siblingship was as close as ever. And he clung to that even as he saw the candle flicker blue out of the corner of his eye.