(Will's POV)

Never again. Never again will I look at a convenience store the same way after yesterday. But then again, I never look at Chuck E. Cheese the same way after I played FNAF. But that's another story.

I just wanted to sleep in and do absolutely nothing for the day. Maybe binge watch some Gravity Falls on my phone while I'm at it…

Oh wait.

"Hey Will!" I hear Mabel calling. "We're going to the diner! Wanna come?"

"We'll get some bacon!" I hear Jason call after her. As tempting as it is, I really wanted to stay and get some sleep.

Or… if they're all going out…

"Nah," I yell while getting up and getting changed. "I'm gonna stay and watch the shop." I throw my top hat on as I rush down. "But if if I do watch the shop," I tell Stan, "I want a seventy percent raise."

"WHAT?!" He yells." Do you honestly expect me to add seventy percent to your generous paycheck of six dollars an hour?!"

"Ya know," I counter, "I could just come with you and not only make you spend more money, but also you won't make any money period when your gone."

"You got a deal." Stan tells me the next instant. "Come on kids, we're going. Also Will, Tyler is in the shop trying to decide shirts." He runs out the door to the car with everyone else while I hold up Dipper for a moment.

"Hey, Dipper," I start to ask him. "It alright if I borrow your journal real quick while your gone?"

"Why do you want it?" He asks me.

"A fair question, so I will give you a fair answer. I just want to find something out."

"You and me both." He tells me, taking the journal from under his jacket and handing it to me. "Be careful with it." He exists the room.

I go into the main gift shop where, sure enough, Tyler is there holding up two shirts, saying panther and puma for both shirts respectively. I just go and stand by the counter and read through the journal. After five minutes of Tyler trying out shirts, I decided to help him out.

"You know, how many people can say they have a puma shirt? In fact, how many people can say they know what a puma IS?"

He stops for a moment, and takes my advice and buys the puma shirt for twenty bucks (the economy is dropping nowadays!). After he leaves with his (stylish) puma shirt, I read the journal for a few more minutes before looking out the window. No customers.

Good.

The first thing I do is flip the sign to 'closed.' After I do that, I head to the vending machine and input the code to open the secret door. After closing it and going down the stairs to the elevator, I think hard to remember the password. After three minutes of thinking (and some trial and error) I get it right, and I enter the elevator going down to floor 3. When I enter, I marvel at all the technology that was from the late '70s and early '80s.

When I get to the window, that's when my wonder and excitement reach their peak. I open the door and stand before the universal portal. I whip out my phone and take a picture of it, just because. I then remember why I came down here, so I go back to the desk and pull out journal 1. Quickly flipping through it, I take pictures of as many pages I can. Afterwards, I take a spare piece of paper near my hand and write something down. Sorry that I like to keep people guessing, but that's just me. Deal with it.

I go back up to the shack, thinking of what I would need for what I was about to do. I then realize what I would need. I go on the store computer and search up a photo of Preston Northwest, then print it out. Gathering everything else I needed, I went out back towards the woods.

What I was about to do was dangerous, but I couldn't think of any other ways to get answers.

As soon as I was sure I was far enough and no one would hear, I set everything up.

"You know, Ford," I talk to no one in particular. "It's not a good idea to include the incantation for something you said to NOT do." I take a deep breath as I muster my courage. For a minute, I thought about backing down. If I did this, I would probably endanger the Pines early. On the other hand, this was going to happen anyways, and there was only one person… No, Triangle, who had answers. I let out my breath I didn't know I was holding and began to chant.

The next instant when I finished, I felt a weird feeling inside me, and I fell to my knees, reciting words that I saw in midair, but only in my mind.

Egassem sdrawkcab Egassem sdrawkcab Egassem sdrawkcab Egassem sdrawkcab!

What happened next was incredible to experience. Terrifying, but incredible. Everything turned black and white. I felt that time both sped up to a super fast pace, and a sluggish near stop at the same time. I felt my arms lift up, even though I didn't tell them to. Suddenly, I hard a high screech, like someone was scratching a chalk board.. Next, a small ding, like when something just finished cooking in an oven. Finally, a small triangle of cosmic space appeared, then grew larger and larger until it was the size of a 'Yield' sign. A single white eye with a a large slit appeared in the middle-top of it, and I heard maniacal laughter, which grew and kept laughing for five seconds. Then, all at once, everything was quiet. Deathly quiet.

The triangle grew arms, legs, and a top hat, and suddenly turned yellow.

"Well, well well, well well well well well well well well!" He says slowly at first, but speeds up. He continues. "The only thing I gotta say about this is…I love your sense of style, Ice! What with that hat of yours!"

"At least I didn't acquire it the same way John Wilkes Booth did."

"Awwww, you're no fun!" He straitened his bow tie and summoned a golden came out of the air before floating down to me. "I expected a lot of things, Ice. But YOU summoning me was not one of them."

"I have questions that don't have answers." I start, somewhat afraid. "And as much as I hate to admit it, you are the all-seeing eye. You know lots of things."

"You flatter me, Ice!" I continue like I hadn't heard him.

"I want to know WHY you brought him us back, and I would also like you to do a fetch job."

"Oh, ho, ho!" Bill laughs. "So you figured out you were from here!"

"That's another thing!" I nearly shout, accusingly. "I want to know how me and Jason got into 'Alternate' as I call it, for lack of a better name, when we ere from Gravity Falls!"

"You ask a lot." Bill tells me, circling me. "Information comes at a price. And what about the fetch quest? What do ya want me to get?"

"Let's work on a price for the info." I tell him, my voice dead serious. "THEN we will talk about tangible objects."

"Bill stares at me for a few seconds, then laughs. "You're smart, Ice! I like that about you!"

"I learn from the best." He laughs even harder, then wipes a tear from his eye.

"Alright, kid." He starts to speak when he calmed down. "For those two bits of info, it's gonna cost ya…I dunno…a favor. That I can cash in at any time."

"Uhhhhhhh, yea no." I tell him. "Not if it's you taking my body."

"Alright, fine. Any favor other than that. Big ocean. Lots of fish." Bill relents. He then holds out his hand, it bursting into blue flames. "Do we have a deal?" I reach to shake it, but something Bill says makes me hesitate. "Ya know, some stuff is best left forgotten." His voice is serious. "Sometimes knowing is a burden." Everything acts like it was put on pause, except me.

"Is it a deal?" I say to myself. "This is BILL we're talking about. His favor could be anything. He's unpredictable. On the other hand, I won't find out any other way. On the other hand, do I really need answers to those questions? Bill actually sounds sincere when He told me that. Right? On the other hand, the greatest treasure is knowledge. I doubt that it won't leave my mind if I decline. It's just one favor. Bill is also probably lying about the knowledge being a burden." Everything un pauses when I made my decision. "It's a deal."

"Alright!" He says, shaking my hand himself. "Before I tell you, let's work out the fetch quest. What do ya want me to get?"

I hold out a drawing of what's been appearing in my vague memories and dreams. He accepts it, takes a look at it, and after a few seconds, laughs. "Sentimental value? Or something else?"

"You keep to your own business, right?"

"Fair enough." He tosses it back to me. "This one is going to require a possession. Nothing major, just so I can confront something without revealing myself." He says quickly when he sees me opening my mouth. "And I can promise you I won't harm anyone or destroy anything."

I think for a minute, before I extend my arm. "Swear on Weirdmageddon that you won't harm or destroy in my body."

He was slightly taken aback by this, but only very slightly. "I swear on weirdmageddon I won't harm or destroy in your body." He says, his hand being enveloped in blue flames, and shaking my own. "I won't need you for a while, but meet me below the water tower at exactly 9:00 pm for that thing." He tells me. "Now, about your origins…"

Greasy's diner, Dipper's POV
We were eating lunch with Grunkle Stan while Will watched over the shack, and I couldn't help but wonder why he had wanted the Journal. Suddenly, Grunkle Stan ordered for us. "Yeah, I'll split a salad plate with a small side of ketchup for the girl, and some sauerkraut for the boy. And for the older boy, how about your cheapest bread?" He asked Lazy Susan. "Or you could order us real food." Jason offered. "What, do I look like I'm made of money?" Stan asked. A dollar bill came partway out of his sleeve as he said so. "Tap tap." He said, putting it back in. "Frankly, yes. And I'm sure that a wealthy man like you wouldn't want the owner of the New York New York Hotel and Gambling Parlor in Las Vegas to find out just how he made all that money, would you?" Jason asked, smiling cruelly as he held up his IPhone 6. The contact he was on read 'Big Al Capuzzo'.
Stan started sweating, before slumping. "You're gonna ruin me someday, kid." He sighed in defeat. "A large apple pie to split for all of us." He changed the order. "Okay!" Lazy Susan agreed. "But Grunkle Stan, I want pancakes! Pie is for Dessert!" Mabel pointed out. "Don't worry, Mabel. I may not have mafia connections like Jason, but I can get us free pancakes." I said, pointing to an old machine in the back of the diner. "Man tester. You?" Mabel read in disbelief. "Uhh, Dip. I'm not so sure that's a good idea." Jason commented in a warning tone. "Oh, come on guys! I'm plenty man enough. See this chest hair?" I said, pulling down my shirt for them. "Aah! Aah! The smoothness is unbearable!" Stan yelled. Jason, Mabel, and he all started laughing. "Sorry, Dipper." Mabel mentioned.
I growled, walking over to the machine. I grabbed it, pressing with all my might. I got past little girl, housewife, hillbilly, and finally touched Man. I smiled in triumph, before the tester went all the way back down to little girl. A slip printed out, that said, 'You are a cutie patootie!' "Aw, guys, it's probably just busted. Probably ran out of steam power or whatever." I started saying. "Hey Dip. Mind if I try?" Jason asked from behind me. "Sure man, but it's totally busted. You probably won't even get to Woman on this." I told him, stepping aside. Jason squeezed the handle tight, before it shattered in his hand. The marker went all the way up to Manly Man, before smashing the tester's head off! It landed on the plate of Pancakes, knocking them onto everyone's plates. "Yes! Yes! That's my boy!" Manly Dan cheered, picking Jason up and parading him around the diner. "Sorry!" Jason called to me, before Dan tossed him into the air. I ran out before anyone could see me cry, before heading off into the forest.
Jason's POV
When Dad finally put me down, I walked over to Mabel and Stan. Mabel was presently drowning her pancakes in syrup, while Stan was drumming his fingers impatiently. Suddenly, a pie and a Caesar salad slammed down on the table. "Food! For you!" Lazy Susan told Stan. "Thanks sweetie sugar- I-i mean cakeypie- I mean-" Stan cut himself off after stuttering. Lazy Susan laughed before leaving. "Wait. I think I'm having an idea here." Mabel started. "No you're not." Stan argued. "You- and her- AAH!" Mabel squealed, before Stan clapped his hand over her mouth.
"Shh! Shh! Okay, yes. I have a thing for Lazy Susan. Just don't go shouting it around the neighborhood. But I've been out of the game for so long I wouldn't even know what to do!" He told her. "Grunkle Stan, I need to fix you up." She said. "Mabel honey, if you can fix that-" I started, pointing at Stan, who was presently shoving his face in a pie. "Then you will successfully prove to me that there are miracles." I told her. Mabel smiled. "Challenge accepted." She told me, taking a bite of her pancakes as she did so. "Challenge accepted." She repeated, her words garbled by the syrup running down her chin.
Mystery Shack, Jason's POV
Mabel was presently staring at Grunkle Stan between a finger camera. She hit a button on her boom box, and started playing a song. "Okay. First we desperately need to work on appearance." Mabel decided. "I have a few things to offer in that department." I offered, smiling. "Fine. I don't trust you, kid, but I appreciate that I can't trust you." He agreed. I smiled, before getting to work. I grabbed some cologne, something he desperately needed, and poured it on him. He spit some that got in his mouth out. "Okay. You know what? I already regret this." He started, getting up. "Soos! Wendy! Tie him up!" I told them, getting behind him and putting him in an armlock. Mabel stared as Soos and Wendy tied up Stan's arms and legs. "Guys, are we sure this is the best idea?" She asked over Stan's protesting. "Probably not." I commented, as we finished tying up her Grunkle.
She smiled. "Okay. So what should we do?" She asked. "I'm thinking… You could work on Grunkle Stan while I go find something that I've been looking for." I told her, smiling as I walked to my room. When I got in, I opened up the laptop. I typed in a secondary password that I had discovered by accident. TRIANGLE. This opened up the files for Journal two. I had yet to decipher the password for the first Journal, but I was sure I could find it where Ford hid the second journal: The elementary school. But that wasn't what I was looking for right now.
Pull up file on specimen 453? the computer asked me. I clicked enter, starting the file load sequence. When it was fully loaded, I found what I wanted. "Recently I learned that deep within the mountains live a peculiar species. Incredibly magical, along with powerful hereditary abilities, inside Gravity Falls' steepest mountain live dragons!" I read, smiling. I knew that there was something off about the 'Sheep disappearances' in Gravity falls! I grabbed a list of spells that Will and I had found from the safe, along with an Axe. I stared at it for a few seconds, before putting it back. "Naah. Going up against a dragon with an axe wouldn't do anything. What I need is an offering." I decided. When I walked out, Mabel had squeezed Stan into a grotesquely small girdle, and he looked like he was going to pop.
I chuckled, before exiting. I Trekked a few miles into the forest, before I finally found what I was looking for. "Blood orchids!" I gasped in fascination, looking at the flowers not yet bloomed in the grove I had entered. I carefully stuck my hand high above them, before pricking my finger with a needle. I winced, watching as my blood dripped onto the now blossoming flowers. When they were in full bloom, they were a disturbingly garish bouquet of various color flowers stained red. However, the red quickly faded into white, as the flowers, now in full bloom, became swirls of their original colors, such as Red, Orange, Blue, Purple, and Yellow, and White and Black. "Perfect." I commented, carefully picking the flowers at the very bottom of their stems in order to avoid the ultra sharp thorns that would pierce right through my delicate flesh and bone. As I picked each one, I put them in a small leather satchel against my hip.
I smiled, before continuing my hike to The mountain ahead of me. As I reached the foot of the mountain, I heard a voice. "Blood Orchids. Such a powerful ingredient. And they can only bloom when someone who has one foot in the light, and one in darkness willingly spills their blood on it." Someone behind me commented. I turned around to see a man who looked older than Mayor Befufflefumpter standing next to a large Boulder. "Then you are who I am looking for." I stated. He smiled. "I would hazard a guess that you're right. However, do you believe that you are worthy of entering the sacred home of my people?" He asked me. "Honestly? No. But I have to take the chance. I can't live my life in fear of what may happen if I make the wrong choice." I decided. "Then you are more worthy than you are willing to admit. You may enter." He told me, smiling once more.
I grinned as he showed strength beyond any normal man and pushed the boulder to the side, revealing a passage into the mountain. As I was about to enter, I decided to study him once more. "I know you from somewhere." I decided. "Not from your present life. However, I believe that you are far more special than either of us realizes. And I do in fact know your destiny." He told me. I nodded, walking through the threshold. "When you know what you must be ready for, you will know what question you need to ask. Only then will we meet again." His voice echoed around me, as I walked further down the passage.
When I saw the glow of magma at the end, I knew I was in the right place. I walked to the end of the tunnel, before reaching a huge crater. The only entrance was at the other side of a magma pit covering the entire crater! I carefully opened the scroll of spells we had, skimming until I found the right one. "Necromancy, Shape-shifting, Curses, Conjuring… Come on! Where is it? Ah! Elemental spells. To use elemental spells, you must generate the power within yourself. Higher level spells require a natural affinity for the element you're looking to use." I read. I scrolled down the Ice element spells, looking for the one I needed. "High level… Should only use to combat fire element spells. Warming: If user does not have an affinity towards ice, spell will freeze the user along with the target." I read. "Well, I'm just going to have to hope for the best." I decided.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, raised my hands up high, before breathing out, throwing out my hands as I did so. Suddenly, I heard a crackling sound. I watched in shock as the lava actually hardened into stone, without any steam escaping to damage me or the scroll. I tentatively stepped on the igneous rock, careful of any heat that may escape. But to my surprise, I felt a flash of cold run up my foot when I stepped down! "Ooh! Cold, cold, cold!" I muttered as I hopped across the rock, trying to avoid stepping on the frenzy cold surface as often as I could. When I made it to the other side, I walked back into the tunnel for about another mile, before I noticed that I heard a roaring sound. "I must be getting close! They should be right around this corn-AAAAAAAAHHHH!" I screamed, as I fell down a pitfall.
When I finally landed, I hit a curve and started tumbling down the tunnel. When I finally stopped, I groaned, so dizzy I couldn't see straight. "Ohh. I landed on my keys." I moaned. I got up, before hearing a painful CRACK! "Aah!" I screamed. I held my arm gently, as I felt my wrist snap. I stumbled in the direction of a glow I saw, hoping it was a way out. When I got there, though, it turned out to be torches! I ventured further, seeing houses the size of skyscrapers, and a giant city that must have encompassed the entire inside of the mountain! I saw a shadow fly overhead, and looked up to see, "Dragons!" I gasped.
"Hello, young mortal." A voice spoke up from behind me. I turned around, to see a woman with a reptilian tail standing behind me. She was a few feet taller than me, and looked like she had been fused with a lizard. "Did I hit my head on my fall?" I asked. "No. In fact, only someone of magical blood could have broken the spells guarding our home. So you are not in fact totally mortal." She told me, cracking a smile. "I came to ask if I could learn all you know." I told her, handing her the Blood Orchids. She looked at them, clearly appraising their worth. "Well, you're in luck. My name is Sithia. My mate is the leader of our clan. He has the ability to sense the worth of anything. I will take you to him." She told me. I nodded, following as she walked towards the largest house near a fountain.
When we reached it, she opened the door, and called in. "Wildfire, I have a guest!" "I'm well aware, let him in." A deep male voice called. She nodded to me, and I followed her in. When I got into the living room, a man practically double my height with Red scales instead of his wife's Green was waiting for me! He took one look at me, before turning around. My eyes widened in fear. "Have I done something wrong?" I asked.
"What? No, not at all. I just want you to place your hand on the center of this board." Wildfire told me, showing me a circular board made of wood. He placed it on a table nearly my height, and grabbed a step stool for me. I gestured lamely to my broken wrist. Sithia took it between her hands, before a powerful glow emanated from them. When she stopped, I looked at my wrist. It was completely healed!I stepped onto it, and placed my hand in the middle of the circle, noticing the intricate carvings surrounding it as I did. When my hand was in the center, four lines suddenly shot out from under my palm! They touched four of the eight symbols carved into the wood. When I looked to see what they were, the light from the lines suddenly flared up!
I blinked away the spots in my eyes, as I felt the board get removed from beneath my hands. When I stepped off the stool, Wildfire stared at me again. "You have very powerful magic. In particular an affinity for Water, Air, and Healing, as well as powerful Dark magic." He showed me his board once more, pointing to the gust of wind, drop of water, moon, and potion glyphs. "But how is it even possible? I mean, up until a few weeks ago, I lived in… Crap! I forgot!" I cursed.
"It's not important. What is important is that you already had magic in your previous dimension. If you didn't, you wouldn't have survived dimensional transportation outside of a ley line. Or you would have gone mad." Wildfire told me. "Like McGuckett." I realized. "But how did we end up there in the first place?" I asked. "You were never really there. It's more like your mind was switched with an alternate reality's version of you, and then in order to keep the balance, reality warped to create an explanation." He explained.
I stared at him, utterly confused. "Don't worry. You're not supposed to get it." Sithia told me, smiling. "And Will? What about him?" I asked. "He is your opposite. You keep each other balanced. Where you have Water and Air, he has Fire and Earth. And where you have Darkness and Life, he has Light and Necromancy. However, you can combine your magicks to create many great things. You are more powerful than many I've met. And I'm older than this universe!" Wildfire told me.
"Woah." I whispered. Suddenly, I heard a faint roaring! "You can't stay here much longer. There are those who would kill you as soon as look at you here, either from fear or hatred. Go! And take this." Sithia told me, handing me a backpack. "What's this?" I asked. "An extra-dimensional backpack. It can hold anything magical inside so you can call them out as needed. It's indirectly connected to our entire archive of spellbooks so you can use them. Now flee through here, and do not stop until you're outside, or you'll take the risk of being sent to another dimension. It's a leygate that connects every ley line in Gravity Falls." Wildfire told me, pushing a rock aside to reveal a circular tunnel carved with various runes. I nodded, before running in.
As I ran in the absolute darkness, I heard a faint rumbling, before light suddenly appeared in front of me! I ran into it, before being blinded! When I finally could see again, I saw that I was outside the mountain once more. And in the distance, I could see the Northwest Mansion! I started walking towards it in order to get my bearings. As I walked, I kept on getting a sense that someone was following me, but whenever I'd turn around, no one was there. Suddenly, I heard a rattling sound. "DAMN YOU, HIDE BEHIND! GO GUT SOMEONE ELSE!" I roared angrily. When I turned around. I sent my magic searching for the closest magical creature, just to make sure it was gone. When I couldn't find anything, I dropped the spell, satisfied.
However, when I finally got to the mansion, I heard a voice I'd recognize at any point. From my nightmares. "Heya, bookworm!" Someone called to me. I turned around, hissing, "Bill." "That's one nickname you could give my kind host." He chuckled, as my eyes widened. "You're inhabiting Will? How?" I asked. "You're taking this quite calmly." He noted, sounding disappointed.
"On the inside in screaming my head off." I told him. He smirked. "And in answer to your other question, he let me possess him. He wants something done, so I traded him for a favor." Bill told me. "Okay. One final question. Why did you send us here?" I asked, one eyebrow arched and glaring distrustfully at him.

Hey guys! PT4700 here! So, half of this was written by me, and the other half by Jeptwin. I want to apologize for the looooooooooooong wait, and hopefully you will like this enough to stay with us. Also, this was supposed to be out a couple weeks ago, but I was busy and just kept forgetting.

Ciao!