Greetings, prospective readers and welcome back to The Monster I Could Become! Last chapter did pretty good in my opinion, and that gives me the drive I need to keep working on this bad boy! Now then, before we start, someone in the reviews seemed a bit confused on how my pairings of Dipcifica and Wendy X Alcor the Dreambender were gonna work. Well, long story short, Alcor can date Wendy Corduroy while Dipper dates Pacifica Northwest because wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey stuff. Also, fair warning, this is going to be something of a filler chapter, as I want to get something set up. Well, I've babbled for long enough, let us begin!

Chapter Three: The New Demon On Campus

The following morning, Dipper yawned loudly and stretched as he sat up in his bed before climbing out of it and making his way over to the mirror on the nearby dresser.

"Good morning, Dipper," the Pines boy said, flashing his reflection a charming smile before moving to wake up Mabel, but before he reached her, something reached his ears. It sounded like…

Violin music? Coming from inside the Mystery Shack? thought Dipper, his interest piqued. I'll wake up Mabel then we'll go and investigate that music.

Upon reaching Mabel, Dipper shook her and said, "Good morning, Mabel. Who's my favorite Mabel?"

"...boys are a bore, let's show them door… we're taking over the dance floor…" sang Mabel as she turned her body away from Dipper.

Dipper thought about how best to wake up Mabel for a few minutes before an idea came to him. "Mabel, a unicorn just teleported into our room, and wants you to help save their kind!"

"SAVE THE UNICORNS!" yelled Mabel, shooting bolt upright in her bed with a huge smile on her face. A few seconds later, Mabel realized that Dipper had tricked her into waking up. "Aw, come on!"

"Mabel, do you hear that violin music?" said Dipper.

Mabel held her hand to her ear, and sure enough, she heard the violin music. "Does Gravity Falls have some kind of orchestra or something?" she asked her brother.

"No, I'm pretty sure that music is coming from inside the Mystery Shack. You wanna go check it out?" asked Dipper.

"Well, I'm awake anyways, so eh?" said Mabel with a shrug as she climbed out of bed and followed her brother downstairs, following the violin music playing within the Mystery Shack. It wasn't long before the Mystery Twins arrived at what could only be the door to Alcor's room, given how decorative it looked.

Cautiously, Dipper and Mabel cracked the door open and peeked inside the room. There, standing in the center of the room, was Alcor, his eyes closed and an actual, peaceful smile on his face as opposed to the devious and sinister smirk he usually wore, as he played a violin with the skill and grace of a professional.

"Whoa, Dipper, I didn't know you could play the violin like that," whispered Mabel.

"I didn't know I could even play the violin. But, seeing this, maybe it's time to trade in my tuba for one," whispered Dipper.

For the better part of fifteen minutes, Dipper and Mabel stood there, transfixed at the humanized demon as he played his eerie and haunting tune on his violin. Once Alcor stopped playing, Dipper had to stop Mabel from giving the demon a round of applause. Well, that is, until Alcor spoke up from within the room.

"Well? What did you two think?"

Dipper and Mabel froze in place as the door flung open to reveal Alcor in his entirety, still wearing that peaceful smile on his face as his black and yellow eyes gazed down upon his younger counterpart and his twin sister.

"That was incredible!" squealed Mabel, a huge smile on her face as she clapped her hands.

"I'm with Mabel, that was actually pretty cool!" said Dipper, a smile of his own on his face.

Alcor chuckled. "Let me guess, still playing the tuba, Dipper?" he said.

"Well, after that performance, I'm thinking I might trade mine in for a violin," replied Dipper.

Alcor chuckled again. "Well, truth be told, I just picked up the violin for shits and giggles. Then, I liked it, then I got pretty good at it. Anyways, now that practice is over, shall we head down to breakfast? I haven't had a decent meal in a very long time."

…

Grunkle Stan's cooking is about the same as I remember, thought Alcor as he munched down on his plate of "Stan-cakes," which were basically pancakes, but with the possibility of having some of Stan's hair in it. Back when he was Dipper Pines, he would've turned up his nose at the disgusting culinary concoction, but ever since he had become Alcor the Dreambender, he had eaten things ranging from human and/or demon hearts to human souls. So for him, Stan-cakes were the definition of gourmet food.

"All right, there, future-Dipper, we gotta think of something to help you pass off as a normal person… easier said than done. Plus, we gotta think of something for you to do at the Mystery Shack outside of sitting on your ass," Grunkle Stan said to Alcor.

"I've already been giving that a bit of thought. I was thinking I could pose as Alcor Pines, with you being my grandfather on my father's side. Long lost, recently found. Figure that should provide a viable explanation as to why I look so much like Dipper," said Alcor. "I mean, you know how in some TV shows a character's cousin or other distant relative looks almost exactly like the character? Figure we can play off of that."

Grunkle Stan gave it some thought. "Well, considering how sketchy my past is and how hallucination-y my memories are, I can see that being both a believable cover story, and something that might actually have happened at some point."

…

Meanwhile, in Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey, a young man of around sixteen years old who very heavily resembled Grunkle Stan was playing video games in front of a rather large TV in the apartment above the pawn shop that had been in his family for three generations.

"Yeah, man, if Grunkle Shermie's stories about my Great-Uncle Stanford being some kinda genius on par with Einstein just like I am are true, then I don't know how the Hell he wound up running some tourist trap up in some backwater town in Oregon. You know, comparing the stories about my Great-Uncle Stanford and my Grandpa Stanley Sr, it almost seems like somethin' bad happened to Great-Uncle Stanford and my Grandpa Stanley Sr. hijacked his life or somethin'," Stanley Pines III said into his gaming headset before one of his friends gave his response. "One problem, though: my Grandpa Stanley got himself moidered, apparently there was some kinda car crash up in Oregon and his brakes were cut. Guess he musta pissed off the wrong people. And I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have been declared dead if there weren't no body. Anyways, I gotta go, almost time for the Pines' Pawns to open."

…

"Yeah, I'm sure I can forge a few documents to help pass that off fairly easily. And I suppose you have an idea for what you want to do around the Mystery Shack?" said Grunkle Stan, raising an eyebrow.

"Indeed I do. If it's okay with you, I'd like to be a second tour guide, another Mr. Mystery if you will, help take some of the workload off of your back, make things easier and less stressful for you. Plus, twice the Mr. Mystery means twice the tourists, which means twice the money," Alcor said, causing a smirk to appear on Grunkle Stan's face, clearly meaning he liked the sound of that idea. "Besides, as a demon, playing humans like a harp is kinda in the job description, especially when it comes to my most powerful and greatest of abilities."

"And that power would be, what exactly?" asked Dipper.

Alcor smirked at his younger self and shrouded his hand in blue flames. "That would be the Power of The Deal, Dipper. Making a deal or signing a contract with the devil or any other demon is anyone's downfall, as my kind are the masters of the art of the serpent tongue, and it helps that most humans can't be bothered to read the fine print or pay attention to the wording of the deal. You get what you want, sure, but you usually get screwed over big time in the process. Plus, the more bargains a demon strikes, the more powerful they become," the dream demon explained.

"All right, then, Al, get yourself cleaned up and get ready. It's almost time for the Mystery Shack to open," said Stan.

…

"Ladies and gentlemen, looking around my grandfather's Mystery Shack, you will see creatures, novelties, and befuddlements the likes of which the world has never known," said Alcor, wearing an eyepatch over his right eye as he led a group of tourists through the Mystery Shack before stopping at something with a tarp covering it.

"While I regret that we were unable to secure an actual unicorn for you to be astounded by, we do have the next best thing. I present to you… THE UNI-CORPSE!" cried Alcor, pulling off the tarp to reveal what appeared to be a prosthetic unicorn skeleton with matted bits of fur attached to it, causing the tourists to jerk away and gasp in shock and awe.

"Take your picture with it for $5-no, $50, $500!" said Alcor, marking up a nearby sign with a black sharpie as he spoke.

The tourists stood there for a moment before they all pulled out huge fistfuls of cash, each of them begging to have their picture taken with the rotting unicorn.

Heh, suckers, thought Alcor, a broad smirk on his face as he took the tourists' money and helped them take pictures with the exhibit.

...

Meanwhile, in the Mystery Shack Gift Shop, Wendy Corduroy was leaning back on the chair she usually sat on at the service desk, texting her friends about one thing or another. However, one thing that she couldn't seem to stop thinking about was the teenage demonic doppelganger of her boss' great-nephew. True, she was aware that Dipper had a massive crush on her, which she knew was just puberty doing its work, having gone through something similar at his age on top of hearing the things he whispered under his breath from time to time whenever they hung out together, but she figured that she'd wait until he finally fessed up before talking to him about it.

Alcor, on the other hand, now that was a different story. Wendy couldn't deny that she was attracted to him, but the question was if he was attracted to her in the same way, and beyond that, were they even compatible? Although, now that she thought about it, it was kinda the other way around with how Dipper felt about her.

Well, if he does feel the same way about me, I'm sure he'll ask me out at some point, thought Wendy. It was something that she'd picked up a while back when she had first gotten a crush on a guy and tried to ask him out, only to get shot down almost immediately: let him make the first move.

...

As the sun set over Gravity Falls, Alcor called out the front door of the Mystery Shack as the happy tourists left the tourist trap with decidedly lighter wallets, "And don't forget! We put the 'fun' in 'no refunds!'"

Heaving a sigh, Alcor pulled off his eyepatch and joined Dipper, Mabel, and Stan in the living room, where they were all hanging out watching Ducktective on the TV.

"Well, Al, I can safely say that you make a pretty good Mr. Mystery!" said Stan, beaming with pride, to which Alcor gave a smirk.

"What can I say? I guess it runs in the family," the dream demon said with a playful shrug.

Stan heaved a sigh. "Now, if only there was some way to get the young people of this town to come out here and spend money, then we'd make a fortune! That's the problem with today's kids, they're just not into things like novelties, snow globes, museums and befuddlements anymore!"

"Well, maybe you should try selling them that they'd be interested in," suggested Dipper. "Something like, I don't know, something fun."

"Yeah, like a party!" added Mabel. "Plus, it'd be a great chance for me to make new friends!"

At Dipper and Mabel's words, Stan adopted a thoughtful sort of look, a scheme to rake in the dough forming in his mind.

"Something fun like a party, you say…"

And thus concludes Chapter Three! Sorry for this being a shorter chapter and all, but I kinda wanted to get Alcor's plan to pose as Stan's grandson and his part in operations of the Mystery Shack established. Plus, I figured I'd through that last scene with Stan's ACTUAL grandson in there just for giggles. Anyways, if you liked what you saw here, then be sure to fav, follow, and review, and I'll see you guys next time for Double Dipper. Or, I guess in this case, Triple Dipper.