The taste of smoke and ash filled his mouth. His body ached all over. Rubbing his head from the fall, Dipper Pines thought of what just happened. His Great Uncle lying to him for the entire summer, wait Dipper wasn't even sure if the elderly man in the fez was even related to him. The doomsday device staying on because of Mabel…Mabel! His twin sister, betraying him and the world! If it stayed on did that mean that he was d-dead?

He slowly opened his eyes. Dipper could barely see anything. There was smoke filling the room around him. Glass surrounded the floor. He started to make out the blue glow of the device in front of him. It must have fallen to the ground when the gravity came back. A piece of wood fell from the ceiling. As it hit the ground, to Dipper, it sounded like a shot gun firing at his chest. Tiny sparks of blue lighting spread around the portal, buzzing softly. Then it seemed like a figure emerged from the center of the portal. It stepped out, pausing for a moment. Dipper, squinting, could make out a person in a trench coat, which was blowing slowly behind him along with his hair. There was something on his back, like a gun or something. Behind him, the portal's blue light started to fade away.

The man began to move again, towards Dipper. Dipper heard the crunching of the man's black boots. The man stopped suddenly and looked down at the ground in front of him. Dipper looked down too. He realized what the man was looking at now. Journal #1!

The man reached his hand out, placing it on the six fingered hand on the cover. Whenever Dipper placed his hand on it, it never matched because his, like most others, didn't have six fingers. But this man's hand matched perfectly to the cover of the journal. They were exactly the same!

Was this…could it be, Dipper thought. The man picked up the journal with one hand and with the other he opened his trench coat to reveal three pockets, one with a quill. The man place the journal in one of the pockets. Dipper's heart was beating so hard, was this the author?

His eyes widened, his voice was hoarse, "W-what," Dipper squinted at the man in the trench coat, "who is that?" Dipper stood up, his legs aching and bruised. Mabel and Soos came to his side.

A rough voice came from Dipper's left side, "The author of the journals."

Dipper's heart stopped.

The author looked at him and took off his goggles, revealing his face. He looked like a younger Stan, an exact twin.

Stan continued, "My brother…"

Dipper, Mabel and Soos' mouths dropped. "Is this the part where someone faints?" Mabel asked in a shocked voice.

Soos laughed, "I am so on it, dude." Soos rolled his eyes back and fell over with a thud. Dipper felt so shocked, so betrayed, that he wanted to cry and scream and hide forever. He blinked, letting tears sting his eyes. He turned to Stan, "Your brother?" he whispered.