Wowie, Hi guys, I missed you all so much- did you miss me? I know, I know it's been sooooo long since I uploaded a chapter buuut I've been settling into college and I've been wanting to plan out the story a little bit more. But I hope you all like this chapter cause whew boy it's been a long time coming. Anyway, I'm sure you all know by now that Welcome to Night Vale belong to Joseph Fink and Jeffery Cranor while Gravity falls belongs to Alex Hirsch respectively.

The Pines trio listens to the mysterious Radio show all the way back to the motel, Dipper trying to remember the face that matched the silky voice.

That silken voiced Radio host- really made Dipper uneasy,

In the motel, Mabel sits on the scratchy comforter. She's sat in front of the TV as an old black and white romance movie plays, and now she's using her swap-meet thread to mend a snag on one of her sweaters. She watched with awe as the snag seemed to almost disappear before her eyes. She grinned, looking up to show her brother who was pouring over the pages of the journal while Grunkle Stan was in the bathroom.

"Dipper look! How cool is this?" she tossed the sweater at her brother. Who wasn't ready for a bundle of glittery fuzz being thrown at his face. He yelped in surprise, his hands flying to his face. He pulled it away to look at it, he raised his eyebrows in question

"Your pumpkin sweater?" He asked

Mabel scoffed and shook her head "No, dummy- I had a huge snag in the pits, but I fixed it with this string I got at the swap-meet!" She jumped over to his bed "Look it's completely gone now!" She exclaimed, holding up the arms of the sweater to show off the newly fixed fabric "-too bad, now you have to smell 'em the hard way" She wrapped her arms around Dipper's head, laughing obnoxiously while she shoved his face in her pits. Dipper gagged and shoved his sister away "Mabel! Gross!" he scoffed. He reached for the newly fixed sweater that lay crumpled on the bed next to him, and examined the fabric, not being able to discern where it had been mended, "That string did this?" he inquired, turning his head to look over at said string on the nightstand, it glittered under the light of the lamp, changing colors in the light.

"Uh yeah- that's what I said!" Mabel said, snatching the sweater and tying it around her waist.

"Didn't that girl tell us this string could fix anything? Like- anything?" Dipper asked, picking up the spool and turning it over in his hands. Mabel nodded. "let's test it out on something else." Dipper proposed, sliding off the bed to crawl underneath it, and Mabel followed in curiosity. The twins huddled under the mattress.

"So what are we doing?" Mabel nudged her brother.

"Mabel- look." Dipper pointed at the hole in the wallpaper. The carving still faintly glowing against the wall.

Mabel gasped "Dipper!" and Dipper nodded.

"Why did you carve this into the wall? This is vandalism! You rapscallion!" she shoved her brother gently.

Dipper shoved her back, "I didn't do this!" he whispered

Mabel's gaze flickered between her brother and the wall. "Do you think it was the author of the journal?"

Dipper's eyebrows furrowed "I don't know.", he scooted closer to the wall to thread the string through the wallpaper, he watched as the paper mended itself and closed over the carving in the wall, the glittering string disappearing into thin air. Dipper's eyes widened "It really does work…" He reached out to peel away the wallpaper from the wall again to find that the carved warning was still there, he sighed.

"What'd you do that for?" Mabel whispered

"I wanted to test it, the first time I saw this I reached out to touch the carving and I was…Transported? I don't know, It- It was to a radio station, the one here in town- at least I think so. The radio host who was on the radio earlier grilled me about why we were visiting town with Stan." Dipper wracked his brain, but for the life of him he couldn't remember the face of the man in the studio where was teleported, he shrugged "Or I dunno, but something about them was- off."

"Really? You teleported?" Mabel reached her hand towards the wall and Dipper's own hand quickly shot out to stop her.

"Look Mabel, we don't know if this is safe," Dipper started

"Dipper, if you really think this has to do with the author of the journal then we have to check it out- what if that radio host guy knows something about him- what if he is the author?" Mabel pressed on "C'mon- mystery twins?"

Dipper hesitated for a moment, but slowly grinned, he held his sister's hand.

"Mystery twins."

Mabel reached her hand further to touch the bare wood underneath the torn wallpaper.

Cecil Gershwin Palmer loves many things, Carlos- obviously, bowling, cats, dogs, coffee, His niece Janice, his sister- and her husband Steve (not that he'd say that to his face) - but especially, Cecil loves Night Vale.

Cecil is very protective of the ones he loves.

He looks out the window of his studio, his eyes wander over the desert horizon. He swallows a lump in his throat when he feels his pulse quicken. He closes the blinds and turns towards the window into the booth, he grips the curtain that hangs above the window and draws them shut. His intern Roland had gone to get him a latte which should keep him busy while the evening weather droned on the airwaves.

He hurries over to his desk, he pulls open a top drawer and pushes up the fake bottom.

A clatter in the room startles him, the false bottom falls shut as Cecil slams the drawer and turns towards the noise.

There on the ground he finds two children, a boy – Dipper- and a girl which he assumed was his sister.

"Ow- Dipper get your butt off of me!"

"Hey! Get your knee out of my back first!"

Cecil's eyebrows shot up "-You too? What are you doing here?" He blurted- although seemingly talking to himself.

Dipper's sister pushed him off and onto the floor face-first, here goofy laugh cutting some of the tension.

Dipper moaned in pain.

"Woah- Your voice is so deep in person! That's so cool!" His sister exclaimed, jumping up from the floor.

Dipper pushed up onto his elbows "Mabel!" he scolded

"What? It is!" Mabel defended.

Dipper finally got onto his feet "Look, I'm sorry Sir- ah, um – actually I don't think I got your name Mr.…?"

Cecil's eyes flickered to the desk drawer and back to the children, he leaned his back against the desk, blocking the drawer from their view.

"Cecil, my name is Cecil Gershwin Palmer." Cecil's fingers hovered over the knob on the drawer

"I'm Mabel!" Dipper's sister grinned, holding out her hand towards him, and Cecil flinched away slightly, a little involuntarily.

"Yes, but what are you doing here- in my studio, I didn't-" Cecil Began only to be interrupted by Dipper's crackling voice.

"Actually Mr. Palmer, we wanted to ask you about this" He opened his vest and pulled out a ragged looking book, he turned it over in his hands to show the cover which was emblazoned with a golden hand and a number three.

Cecil's eyes widened and his stomach plummeted when he saw the journal.

"Where did you get that?" Cecil asked

"No way- you are the author aren't you!" Mabel exclaimed, jumping up and sitting in Cecil's spinning desk chair beside him. "I thought that the author would be some science geek or something!"

"There's nothing geeky about science- I love science." Cecil defended "I'm practically a scientist-er well my boyfriend Carlos is- but, that journal- I had nothing to do with that journal!" he pointed an accusing finger at said journal.

"Whaaaat? Really?" Mabel sounded disappointed, and a little disbelieving.

Dipper shook his head, "No, Mabel, look- he doesn't have six fingers,"

"-You're right I have ten." Cecil interrupted seriously. "-well technically eight and two thumbs," he glanced over at Mabel "-That's science you know,"

"Wait! Are thumbs not fingers?" Mabel looked at her hands

"Mabel!"

"Look, you kids really shouldn't be here while I'm broadcasting, the weather is almost over and I can't have you kids in here during the show." Cecil started.

"-The weather? All you're playing is music?" Dipper's eyebrows scrunched together

He and Cecil stared at each other for a moment

"-Anyway, I don't have anything to do with that journal!" Cecil reaffirmed adamantly. "And I'll ask you to please leave my studio."

"But, do you know who the author is? O-or anything about the journal really- please!" Dipper insisted.

Cecil swallowed, his eyes flickered over his shoulder to the drawer before slowly crawling back to Dipper and Mabel.

"I don't know who the man who wrote that journal is, but I do know that he had help, and he was helped by an old and powerful being. That this being- this thing, can wipe him clean out of existence, out of the memories of those who knew him." He reached for his headphones, "I don't remember who he was- and it's better that I've forgotten him- and you children should forget about finding him." Cecil pressed a button on the switchboard on the desk.

"Welcome back listeners,"

The twins found themselves back under the motel bed. Mabel rolled out from under the bed frame, Dipper crawled out soon after, Dipper looked at the book in his hands, his eyes scanned its rough surface and his mouth pulled into a frown.

Mabel put a hand on his shoulder when they heard Stan open the bathroom door. Dipper hid the journal underneath the comforter.

"Augh," He stretched, "Wow, my legs are numb now- good thing everything came out alright in the end. What year is it? Right kids" Stan laughed to himself, expecting an "ew, gross" or a "c'mon Grunkle Stan" but found the two looking quite solemn

"ah…what's wrong with you two?" Stan raised an eyebrow.

Mabel's eyes shot to Stan and quickly smiled, "Dipper just cracked a huge fart!" She chuckled "I was trying not to breathe any fumes!"

Stan laughed "Way to crop dust your sister Dipper!"

Dipper's jaw dropped open "What? I did not!" Stan only laughed "Ha- sure, look kid you don't have to be ashamed- be loud and proud!"

Mabel elbowed her brother "-It almost suffocated me!" she joked

"All jesting at Dipper's expense aside, I'm hungry- you kids wanna order a pizza? I don't feel like facing circus freaks out there for a burger."

"Sure," The twins shrugged as Stan picked up the room's landline to order

Dipper turned his back to his Grunkle to uncover the journal. Mabel turned to her brother.

"Dipper, you heard what Cecil said- Whatever helped the author of the journal is super powerful, like popstar illuminati powerful- and it could erase you from my memories," Mabel nudged her brother. "Maybe we shouldn't be looking for him anymore."

"Mabel, I need to know the truth." Dipper insisted.

Cecil took off his headphones and turned off the switchboard. He waved to Roland in the booth who turned to leave.

When he was sure that Roland was gone he opened the desk drawer, opened the false bottom and reaches for a pamphlet, worn around the edges and clearly rarely used.

He flipped it open and pried apart two sticky pages covered in a thick, dark substance. Cecil grimaced.

He glanced down at the Russian written on the page, the harsh characters sketched rashly onto the page. He quickly shoved the pamphlet into his fanny pack and pulled his baggy argyle sweater over his head. He clocked out of work and kept his head down as he walked to his car.

He sat behind the wheel, his heartbeat elevated, his breathing uneven. He felt like he was having a panic attack. He reached for his phone to call Carlos,

"Hi Pooh, how are you? Are you on your way home? I'm at ralphs right now, is there anything you need me to pick up?" Carlos answered after a few rings, starting off rambling a little bit. His voice brought a smile to his face, his breath evening out.

"Oh, no, I'm fine sweetheart." He smiled "I just wanted to call and tell you I have to run some errands before I head home." He glanced at the fanny pack and his hands went to the steering wheel, his thumbs rubbing circles into the feux leather.

"Oh!" Carlos responded "Oh okay, well then I'm making a casserole for dinner! So make sure you're home soon- oh, and I know you wanted to watch catfished so I set it to record."

Cecil turned on the car, "Of course, I'll be home soon Sweetheart, I love you."

He could practically hear Carlos' smile over the phone "I love you too Cecil." The phone clicked and Cecil drove out of the Radio Station parking lot.

He rode in silence, his hands shaking but his eyes were determined. He was going to keep Night Vale safe, he was going to protect everyone he loved.

Again.