On that day

When the world turned grey

And a demon broke from stone

A near-grown boy

Once filled with joy

Hid his family in Grunkle's home

Dipper Pines stared in shock as the world around him faded into shades of dull grey. He immediately assumed he was in the Mindscape, but he soon realized that he wasn't the only person in color. All the people around him were still moving; the people strolling down the streets of the Gravity Falls Town Square seemed puzzled at first, but they soon continued on their merry, ignorant ways.

Dipper, however, knew exactly what was happening. His Great Uncle Ford had warned him this day would come soon, but he hadn't expected it to be this soon. And yet, here it was, here he was, standing in the middle of the second apocalypse: Weirdmageddon V2. And, while the first Weirdmageddon had been filled with craziness and pure chaos, this Weirdmageddon seemed the exact opposite. It was quiet, the air was still, and instead of gaining new colors, the world had lost color altogether.

Dipper turned quickly on his heel and ran back up the street and towards the Mystery Shack. First things first, he had to protect his family. They were his top priority; always. So, words coming out of his mouth in a blur, he ordered Mabel, Soos, Abuela, Wendy, and anyone else still in the Shack to close themselves in his Great Uncle's old basement. It had survived the test of time, and the entire Shack was still protected by a fresh batch of unicorn hair. Ford and Grunkle Stan were still out in the Arctic, on their boat. But, at that point, Dipper doubted that they would be returning.

When he was sure that everyone was safe, Dipper found himself running again. But not of his own accord. He found himself running through the woods near the Shack; he didn't know exactly where he was going, yet he knew exactly where to turn to reach his mystery destination.

When he reached a small clearing, his legs finally allowed him to stop. In the center of the grassy clearing was the stone Bill Cipher statue, the only remaining evidence that the original Weirdmageddon had even happened.

All at once, he felt the exhaustion flood through his veins, but he had no time to rest. The second he took a breath, a voice echoed in Dipper's head, "Well, look what the apocalypse dragged in!"

The zodiac was fine

But there was a sign

Of one left out in the cold

A girl, insecure

But with motives pure

And long hair glittering gold

"That was pretty smart of you," Bill said, "Using the unicorn hair to protect the members of the zodiac and all."

Dipper didn't respond. He was too busy staring at the Bill statue in front of him. Or rather, the lack thereof. The stone Bill was missing, and thousands of minuscule rock fragments, as if the statue had burst.

Bill continued, "But you made one mistake," Dipper was paying attention now, "You forgot someone."

"What?" Dipper said, "Who?"

"Llama."

The unicorn hair

Both magic and fair

Protected the manor and hill

But she was not there

For the maiden so fair

Had moved to a smaller mill

"No," Dipper began, more puzzled than ever, "There's no way! We made sure to add protection to the mansion."

"But?" Bill said.

"But she doesn't live there anymore," Dipper's eyes widened in shock as he finally realized his fatal blunder. He and Mabel had completely forgotten that the Northwest family had moved out of their mansion after the original Weirdmageddon. They had kind of just assumed that Pacifica had still lived in the mansion when they protected it with unicorn hair.

"Don't touch her," Dipper could feel his own emotions betraying him, his voice wavering, "Bill, please don't touch her."

"Too late."

And so on that day

Her world turned grey

And her parents were nowhere to be found

Little did she know

That after his "show"

They would all be buried underground

Pacifica Northwest had never expected for her day to go the way it did. She had just assumed it would be a lazy summer day, like the days previous. When she woke up early, she went running, just like usual. When she got home, she expected her parents to be eating breakfast, just like usual, but they were mysteriously missing. The house seemed eerily still and quiet. She had just stepped through the doorway when the entire world turned grey.

She heard him before she saw him. She heard his laughter echoing across the world and through her head. She felt his pride and power moving with him, and she saw his yellow aura encase her.

Her feet hovered slightly above the ground before a bright blue light flashed in front of her eyes. She squinted them shut, but opened them to find that she was no longer in the grey world. Instead, she was floating in the middle of what seemed to be a galaxy.

She heard Bill's voice behind her, "Nice to see you again, Llama."

And so he appeared

The demon quite feared

With power almost in his hands

But what he needed most

Was a body, a host

Someone to enact his plans

Bill materialized in front of Pacifica, his reflective yellow sheen glinting with every movement.

Pacifica took a step back, "I thought you were dead, or erased from all time or whatever."

"Oh Llama, I think we both know that's not quite how the dimensions work."

"The llama," he said

"Has a brain in her head,

Despite what others may think."

The girl didn't taunt,

"What do you want?"

"Let us confer with a drink."

"You're smarter than you look, ya' know," he said, "Much smarter than people give you credit for."

"What do you want, Bill?" Pacifica snapped. She wasn't in the mood for a heart-to-heart discussion with a demonic Dorito.

"Ok, ok! I get it, you don't exactly trust me..." he said

"You tried to end the world."

"That was just a phase!" He shrugged. Pacifica stared at him, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised, she clearly wasn't buying his story.

"Fine," he said, "You don't have to do anything I tell you, but at least hear me out."

He snapped his fingers and Pacifica found herself sitting in a glowing blue chair suspended in the space. Bill sat (or maybe he hovered? It was hard for Pacifica to tell) in an identical chair a few feet in front of her. He snapped again, and crystal wine glasses appeared in front of them, each filled with a sweet-smelling purple liquid. Bill took hold of his and offered Pacifica a toast, but she refused to touch the floating glass.

And so on that day

They sat in the grey

In the silence of thundering sound

She wondered and thought

He preached and he taught

And he hoped a weak spot could be found

There two sat there, suspended in a frozen galaxy. Bill talked to Pacifica for what felt like hours on end, slowly and carefully poking and prodding into her personal faults. She held strong, however, not allowing her emotions to be manipulated by the dream demon.

Pacifica was especially good at pretending she didn't care. She had spend most of her life putting on a mask of elitist disinterest, and this skill came in handy when pretending Bill wasn't getting to her. His voice was rising in volume, to the point where he was almost yelling; but she remained calm and distant.

He soon found a chink

He was just on the brink

Of breaking through her shield

he realized, soon, he shouldn't yell

Whispering works just as well

And so she fell

Pacifica's eyes were drifting away from Bill; her attention was no longer on his threats. Until he said one word. One name.

"Dipper."

Her head snapped back to Bill, her eyes casting a worried glare, and her back stiff. She cursed her emotional instincts for betraying her, but she attempted to replace her nonchalant mask, "W-what are you talking about?"

"Llama, honestly. I thought you would've known this," he began, "We are in your head right now. Time isn't passing for anyone in the outside world. This is all happening on one instant. And, since we're in your head, I know everything you've been worried about. And you've been worried about Pinetree."

Pacifica stared at Bill, her jaw slack and her mind racing. She tried to stop thinking, but the only think she could picture was Dipper.

Bill spoke again, "Oh, I see. Ya know, of all people to become a couple while I was gone, you two were the last ones I expected. Although, I can't say I'm surprised. You really bonded with each other on that night with the blue axe ghost."

"You were there?"

"I'm everywhere."

They sat in silence for a moment. Pacifica was too scared to speak; afraid of what Bill might do to Dipper if she said one wrong word."

"Do you really think he'll forgive you?" Bill said.

"What?"

"After all that time you spent tormenting his sister?"

Pacifica felt her voice cracking, her emotions betraying her, "That- that was years ago. They said they had forgiven me."

"They felt bad for you. After they learned how bad your relationship was with your parents, they decided to become your pity friends. They pretended to care about you because no one else did."

"N-no! Y-you're lying..."

"Am I?" Bill was whispering now, his voice chilling Pacifica to the bone. He spoke again, "There's a way to fix it. Just shake my hand, and you can have a second chance to prove yourself to them. To prove that you are deserving of their friendship."

He offered Pacifica his hand, blue flames encasing it. There was silence for just a moment.

The boy had been running

Running to something

Running to the girl he left behind

"Well, well, well."

Said the girl who fell.

The girl he wanted to find

Dipper had run down the street as soon as he made it out of the forest. He ran as fast as he could to where Pacifica's new house was. He ran, despite the aching lead that seemed to poison his exhausted veins, he ran.

When he reached where her house had stood, he saw only a pile of rubble. In the center of the smoldering ashes sat Pacifica, her pale clothes stained black by the ashes around her.

She sat facing away from the road, so Dipper couldn't see her face. Her long hair floated against the light breeze as Dipper slowly approached her. He reached his hand out and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Well, well, well," came her voice. But, it wasn't her voice. It was a horrifying combination of Bill's voice and her's, and it seemed to echo across every point in time and space, "Dipper 'Pinetree' Pines. Just the man I wanted to see."

Dipper took a step back in shock, but tripped over a piece of burnt wood and fell to the ground. Pacifica- or, what used to be Pacifica- stood up and turned to face Dipper. Her eyes were glowing yellow, with pupils like snake eyes. A grin crept across her face that seemed to sneer at his helplessness.

Dipper watched in terror as her body began to glow a bright blue and her feet began to lift off the ground. In a flash of blinding light, she had completely transformed. She was now suspended above the rubble, a long dress that seemed to be made of the stars whipped around her. She smirked down at Dipper as blue flames encased her hands.

"For the longest time," came that horrible voice, "the one thing I wanted was to get my revenge on the Pines family. I've been watching you, Pinetree. And I must say, it is hard to find a weakness of yours to exploit. Once I got your Great Uncles out of the way, I knew I wanted to take you down next. But because of your stupid precautions, I couldn't use Mabel as a pawn. And then there was Pacifica. Poor, Pacifica," it laughed, "She was stubborn, that's for sure. But she couldn't help but worry about you, and that's how I knew I had found a weak spot. Your feelings for each other are what will be your downfall."

"Let her go, Bill."

"Easier said than done! Pacifica made a deal with me, the strongest kind there is. We are one in the same. She's still in here, somewhere, but I'm in control. The only way to take me down is if she goes down with me," he cackled out that laugh of his for a moment, then the voice switched completely to Pacifica's, "So what'll it be, Pinetree?"