When you found the journal you didn't realize all aspects of your life would soon fall into a downward spiral.

Coming at first, was your sleep. You spent the first night in Gravity Falls mooning over the journal, cover to cover. In second place came your sanity; Mabel also failed to mention that this sleepy town of Oregon was really a batshit crazy town at the heart of it all. Those cute little welcome signs were LIES.

Sometimes you re-read certain parts in the Journal because it sounded absolutely ludicrous as if a schizophrenic wrote the damn thing. Regardless, your mind soaked up all the knowledge like a sponge. In a crazy place like Gravity Falls, you couldn't second guess yourself, especially after spending a few good hours in the never-ending forest.

On one hand, during your midnight reading, one section, in particular, plagued your thoughts.

Bill Cipher. Whoever or whatever the hell that was.

It was a strange name for a strange being, actually, a demon, which was pushed aside by the author who apparently trusted this Bill. The writing of him spoke of deals that could make your wildest dreams become a reality, buuut it was a lost cause on your part. You had to be desperate to summon him, really desperate.

But at 5 am on a Monday, after finding out Dipper wasn't even remotely close to you (and having spent all your savings on this one trip), you were that desperate.

So what if you summoned a demon? It was the best chance for your hopeless romantic love-life, well, not really, but it was the cheapest option. All it'd cost would be a few candles, a picture of your grandma, God bless her soul, and quite possibly maybe...your soul. But that's beside the point!

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A cool breeze wisped by, nearly blowing out your candles all of whom were lit in a circle around a picture of your grandmother. You were creeped out by how the candles even melted the snow patch into a dead grass circle. Spooky indeed.

All set! I just need to summon him! You decide to stand at the circle's edge instead of sitting, the journal pressed up to your parka in attempts to keep it from the light snowfall.

"Triangulum, entangulum. Meteforis dominus ventium. Meteforis venetisarium!" By now you are belting out the enchantment, a strange feeling stirring within your gut.

All in one moment, a bright light envelopes your vision. There isn't any pain but you drop the journal to clutch your stomach. Something is controlling you now and you cannot stop it.

"Asetnoheptus..." It slips from your lips, the rest of the summoning spell, and leaves you feeling light headed.

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Finishing the spell frees you.

After you are sent heaving and in a deep sweat as woken up from a horrible nightmare. Sadly, the real nightmare was right in front of you, and said nightmare liked to have dramatic entrances; however, he did not have the time nor the energy to do so.

"And who is it exactly that has awakened me from my slumber, so that I may return?"

You lift your head up to the voice, uncurling your arms from underneath you.

No way. A knot tightens in your core. The Illuminati is real.

You let out the most horrendous snort.

"Har har, short stack, quite the comedian aren't you?" Mr. Bill Cipher looks completely different to what he was like in the journal. Honestly, the author's drawing of him was flattering at most.

Bill is small, extremely so. Smaller than a kitten actually. The tiny triangle floats gently down to you, slowly as if it was new to him. Meanwhile, you are laughing it up like Giggles McGee. Bill looks as if he couldn't give any more shits, simply narrowing his one eye and folding his arms.

"It's just—"you take a deep breath, "you're so—so much smaller than I expected!"

Cue more laughing. Bill at this point has had enough, he snaps his fingers and you find yourself seated in an armchair with a teacup in your hands. Suddenly there's a coffee table in front of you and across that table is Bill, who is also seated with a teacup in his hands.

"Tea?"

"Yes please," you cough, trying to kill the last of your giggles behind a grin.

"Pick your poison, kiddo. Chamomile, ginseng, oolong?" Bill waves his hand around, his fingers ready to snap at whatever you choose.

"Chamomile."

Snap! A teapot poofs out of thin air and pours steaming tea right into your cup.

Awesome. Stars sparkle in your eyes as the pot finishes filling your cup.

Obviously, as Bill can see, you are impressed by his display of power. And Bill himself was impressed because he didn't think he'd have enough strength to do so.

"In all honesty, I didn't think this would work," you take a sip of the tea, which warms your frost dried throat, "and now look where I'm at, having tea with a triangle in Gravity Falls!"

"Mindscape." He corrects you, completely downing the tea into his eye.

"Oh, excuse me, mindscape...so what is the mindscape exactly?"

"An interdimensional gap so to speak, well, more of a barrier. It's where your mind wanders and my dimension meet."

Oh. Neat.

"But anyway, strictly to business!" Bill threw away his teacup behind his back(?), which was consumed by a fire until it burned to nothing.

Bill laced his hands together, resting the elbows on the coffee table. Even though he only has one eye, he looks at you with a cheeky gaze.

"So kid, what're you in need of? I fetch up some deer teeth for a good price. Screaming heads are half off. Can't do much without my physical being of course!"

You bit your bottom lip, thinking about what you wanted, which was already known to Cipher. I mean, you're in his realm, so he would already know right? Either way, you failed to realize the situation you'd gotten yourself in because now you're going to be swindled. Again.

"Well, I heard that you can make someone's wildest fantasies come true. So..." you trail off, avoiding eye contact with Bill, and clutching your tea a bit tighter.

"So...?" If Bill could smirk he would totally be smirking about now.

"So I was wondering if you could help me with my Highschool sweetheart!"

It's embarrassing you have to admit this to a triangle, much a less a demon, who probably has never experienced love. Then again, neither have you. This whole crush thing is still kinda new. Anyways, you don't know why confessing feels embarrassing, but it does and it bothers the hell out of you. So much so, you turn beet red and clink your nails against the teacup to ease your mind.

Either she's crazy or extremely desperate, was Bill's first impression of you.

"I can help you with your sweetheart, in exchange for some help on a project of mine." Bill lights his fingertips on fire, it sparking between them much like a coin being rolled would. " You scratch my back and I scratch yours sorta thing. So, whaddya say? We got a deal?"

You don't hesitate to accept the deal.

And what a shitty decision that was. At least go over the terms and conditions before accepting them. At the moment, you failed to realize how this would screw you over in the future, but apparently, what matters more was landing a date with someone you've barely spoken to, much less knew of your existence.

"Deal! I scratch your back, you scratch mine," your lips stitched into a grin as you set down the cup of tea.

"Great! Sealing the deal is a sinch! Take my hand, shake it, and boom! Your wildest dreams come true." Bill sounds as if he's laughing now, but you pass it off. You're getting what you want so what does it matter?

Bill's hand lights completely on fire. It is an azure blue, capturing your attention, and alluring you into the flames. Dangerous is the first word that comes to mind, yet entrancing. It doesn't stop you from taking his black hand and shaking it, which strangely does not burn you.

Again, awesome! You take your hand away, still mesmerized by the fact you didn't get burned.

You were wrong, once more, because not a second later a burning sensation spreads on your wrist. You turn it over to find a similar triangle to Bill burned there. After receiving it though, the strange heat melted away as if it never existed.

"Ack! Does this usually happen?" You look up to Bill, who is just as surprised as you were judging by how wide his eye was.

"Strangely, no."

Bill doesn't linger on the subject anymore, and that leaves you wondering if his reply was a lie.

"Anyways! First things first, you've got to get me around the barrier—not exactly the mindscape, that for now, I can leave. Some simpleton created this other barrier to keep all the weird smuck inside Gravity Falls, including me sadly."

Bill poofs away the coffee table and tea, leaving just the two of you seated across on another, "When I tried to leave, the barrier turned me into a statue, only later of course."

Sounds as if he didn't deserve it. A slight frown forms on your mouth, giving you a dark expression. Lord almighty, could you get any more gullible?

"How sad! Do I have to destroy it?" You yank your sleeve down, covering the insignia to where you felt comfortable.

Bill made a finger gun with his hand and out popped a fake mini "Bang!" flag,"Bingo! It's simple, really. Just destroy the barrier and move my statue past it."

"Where is your statue?"

Bill extends his body a bit larger, an image lightly appearing on him as letting an old indie film run across.

The statue looks exactly like him only made completely out if stone with his hand out. Moss climbed over his hat, entangling him as if to draw him closer to the ground. The image zooms out to the forest area with his statue, giving you a clear view where it is.

"Don't worry! We'll get to that bridge when we cross it short stack," Bill reverted back to his usual (small) shape.

"For now, just worry about the barrier..." Bill poofs away the chairs, and thankfully he has left you standing in the forest clearing, "...have to warn ya, it won't be easy to find. Unicorn hair is a slippery thing, easy to miss."

Unicorn hair? Unicorns are real here?! Your eyes go wide for a second and Bill looks like someone pinched him. He squints his eye at you and shrugs. For a second there you sounded very familiar to someone he knew all too well, someone he wanted revenge on. Meanwhile, you are left standing in awe that unicorns are real. Your parents lied.

"Yeah, they're real, kiddo." He rolls his eye, preparing to leave this conversation.

"real jackasses."

Bill's muttered comment goes over your head.

A bright light steals you from your 10-year-old imagination haze, causing you to search where it came from. Bill was ascending, the same bright light that swallowed your vision earlier right behind him.

"Anyways! Good luck, and remember..." Bill throws his hands up for dramatic flair, "reality's an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold! Byeeee!"

With Bill gone you find the forest floor swaying beneath you. Unfortunately, you nodded too far off into from the sudden awakening and crashed to the ground. Now, everything was back to how it should be. Color and feeling returned to you, but you wished the pain from the fall would leave your nose alone.

Overhead, the early morning sky was beginning to peak with pink streaks forming across blue. Drowsiness slumbered over you while trudging back to the motel in the snow, your pack getting heavier with each step. On the other hand, you were thankful no god damn woodpeckers decided to bother you this time.

After the summoning, though, you could never shake the feeling of being watched. And it bothered the shit out of you.

— Chapter End —

Eyyy sorry this is a day late! I was busy all Friday and had no time ;-; I also have exams coming up so please bare with me if the next update is a little short or comes out later~