A young boy walked back and forth in a musty upstairs loft. He wore a set of boyish clothes topped off with a blue baseball cap. His hands repetitively squirmed over each other as he paced; beads of sweat dropped off of his pale, unblemished skin. The nervous looking boy's name was Dipper Pines. And he was terrified.

Now Dipper was no stranger to fear. Since moving to his Great Uncle Stan's Mystery Shack in Gravity Falls, Oregon for the summer a few weeks ago with his twin sister Mabel, they'd been under a constant bombardment from freaks and monsters from the woods around town. He'd faced down polyamorous gnomes, giant robots, sociopathic child psychics, even an army of clones of himself. He'd even say that living/working with his Grunkle Stan was terrifying in its own right.

But for some reason, while almost all of the dangers he and his sister had dealt with had been life threatening, and shortening on some counts, nothing had scared Dipper more than this. Earlier that day, Dipper had taken it upon himself to chase off the boyfriend of the Mystery Shack's only cashier and the object of his affection, Wendy, since she wasn't there for the day.

He insulted the teen, Robbie, and, after a short session of childish name calling, destroyed the teen's cell phone when Robbie had mockingly said he was going to ask Wendy if she want to go out on a date with the boy. After smacking the cellphone onto the ground and sending it to oblivion, Robbie challenged the boy to a fight.

"You. Me. Circle Park. Three o'clock. We finish this."

That's what Robbie said to him before storming off. Leaving to Dipper to come to the realization that he was completely and totally screwed.

"What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?" Dipper mumbled to himself. He had tried to get help from Mabel and Grunkle Stan, but they just made fun of him for being rash. Well Mabel did that, Stan just made fun of him for existing. They told him to either fight him like a man or hide like a wimp. Even the only other male friend Dipper had, Soos the lovable handyman, had just told him to either put up or shut up.

Dipper thought angrily to himself as he paced, "Where do they get off?! I'm not rash! Rash is throwing a television out a window because you couldn't find the remote! It's wearing a sweater around your legs because you couldn't find a pair of pants!"

As he thought, Dipper absently began to tap on the large leather bound book he kept in his vest's inner pocket, the Journal. A book Dipper had found while exploring the woods outside the Mystery Shack. The book had been a life saver for him and his sister since they'd gotten to Gravity Falls. It held knowledge on all of the strange creatures and happenings around the town. It had told him how to fight grizzled monsters and shown the paths to strange other worldly objects…..

"Wait! Duuuuh! The book! Why didn't I think of that earlier?" Dipper exclaimed. He pulled out the Journal and began frantically turning over pages, looking for anything that could help.

"I'm not dealing with those testosterone fueled jerks again," Dipper said as he flipped past the Manotaur's page. "Or the Gnomes… Don't have that time machine anymore… Not really feeling up to using that copy machine again. Three of me is probably as wimpy as one anyway… Oh what's this?"

Dipper had turned onto a page with the image of a blackened out triangle with arms and legs drooping from it. A white eye was stuck in the center of it; it also seemed to be wearing a bowtie and top hat.

"What is this thing? A dapper corn chip?" He read over the page. "Bill Cipher. Says he's a dream demon." Reading further Dipper saw crossed out text and large red words all over the page. "CAN'T BE TRUSTED" and "DO NOT SUMMON AT ALL COSTS!" stood out the most. The entry on Bill was largely a warning. The author had apparently met the demon several times, on account of the familiar way he wrote about it. Turning the page Dipper saw the words "LAST RESORT ONLY!" emblazoned at the top. Below was what looked to be a quick guide to summoning the creature.

Dipper read aloud from the book, "I have created an alternative way to summon Bill Cipher, as the previous way gave him too much freedom. This new ritual will bind Bill to me, like a familiar, until I manage to banish him back to where he came from. I fear the day I have to use this ritual. Everything will have come apart if I have to use this."

Dipper looked up from the text and thought. Was summoning this thing worth it? This thing, this Bill Cipher, was apparently the most dangerous creature in all of Gravity Falls. The Journal said he could destroy his mind and everything he cared for. On the other hand the demon could also give Dipper the upper hand he needed against Robbie. Turning Robbie's brain into gazpacho did sound nice…..

Dipper weighed his options. Summon an extremely dangerous demon to fight Robbie or get the ever loving crap kicked out of him and get humiliated in the process. The thought of Wendy knowing about the fight crossed his mind. If he lost, what would she do? Comfort him? Call him a loser?

"Get your soul destroyed by an other worldly monster or be humiliated by a huge jerk? Die awfully to an evil demon or get beaten up by a guy with a nose bigger than my arms?"

Dipper raised and lowered his arms like a scale as he thought. A beep came from the end table across the room; it was the timer he'd set on his watch. It was 2:30. 2:30?! He looked back at the instructions for the summoning ritual.

"Uh…. The book did say that he would have to do what I said. I just have to be careful that's all. Besides, not having a soul might be liberating. Give me a new worldview.

Mabel was finishing a late lunch of cheese wiz and crackers when she saw her brother, Dipper, runnig at full speed out the back door.

"Bye Mabel! I'm not doing anything weird! Not a thing!" she heard him yell as he ran past her.

"Huh?" she responded. She had barely noticed him until he was right next to her. It was hard to tear Mabel away from cheese wiz. She looked down and saw that he had dropped something in his wake. It was a single white candle; the kind you might see at a fancy restaurant.

Mabel looked at the lone candle for a moment before going back to her business.

"Whatever."

She opened her mouth and sprayed even more of the artificial dairy down her throat. After sufficiently filling her face with the stuff, she stuck several crackers into the mess, and began to crunch down the awful mess. Several noisy crunches later she had gotten it down.

"Ahhhh," she sighed. "You know food's good when it hurts going down. Whelp," she said standing, "Time to go help Grunkle Stan with his fear of heights. Now where are those handcuffs?

Dipper stood in a small clearing under a collection of Gravity Fall's old pine trees. He had pain-stakingly placed a series of candles in the shape of an isosceles triangle, and lit each one with the scrutiny of a professional arsonist.

"I have to make sure everything is perfect. One misstep and I'll get possessed, or killed, or whatever it is demons do. I knew I should have finished Faust," Dipper said, fretting over his handiwork. "I've only got ten minutes left." He did a quick once over of the ritual site. Everything looked in place. The alchemical symbols for gold was in place, the sacrificial decoder ring was ready to be smashed, all twelve candles were aligned perfec-

"Twelve candles! There's supposed to be thirteen! Oh no! No. No. No. There's no time to go back! The ritual's gonna fail!" Dipper looked at the site; the only misstep was the candle. Maybe he could replace the candle with something else. Dipper picked up one of the candles and snapped in two. He then stuck the now two smaller candles in their proper spots.

"Not sure if this is right…." Dipper looked at his watch, it was 2:55. "Close enough!"

Dipper got into his space, one foot exactly in front of the ritual triangle's shortest side, and began to read from the book.

"Triangulor! Isoscelment! Enslavemanate!"

The sky darkened as a blue glow began emanating from inside the triangle. Dipper could hear animals in woods begin to shriek. The wind started into a frenzy, blowing Dipper to and fro like a ragdoll. He felt a rumbling come from deep in his chest.

"Ughgh… What's happening? I feel like I'm gonna throw up." Dipper clutched his stomach in pain. Dropping to his knees, Dipper lost control of his body and began to chant.

"Regnah ffilc! Regnah ffilc! Regnah ffilc!"

The sound of maniacal laughter echoed throughout the air.