Critical Rift

Part Three

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When in the fourth dimension our whole reality changes. As we move to a higher frequency, our former reality falls away. Things that we believed to be true are no longer true. Things that were false are now no longer false. We are able to see things we could not see before, do things that are impossible. The fourth dimension allows us to move through time as if it were a plain.

Therefore, if you mess with the plain, you mess with time. And Bill had messed with a lot of things. Ancient tribes now worshiped him, scientists called to him for knowledge, he was practically a god in the eyes of humans. They were so easily manipulated. All you has to do was flaunt a little magic and they would bow down to you. This much power was delicious. If he could mess with time in the fourth dimension, think about all the physical objects he could manipulate in the third. It was decided. He would get there one way or another.

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While not being able to solve any of the mysteries of Gravity Falls, Ford became increasingly desperate. While searching for creatures in the forest one day he stumbled over a cave. It was dark and damp. He slowly stumbled in looking around for any sign of life or possibly an entry-worthy discovery. on the walls a glimpse of red caught his eye. Scribbled on the wall was an inscription regarding something all-knowing. Ford felt uneasy. But all of his theories were leading to dead ends. He was *desperate*. The inscription warned him not to read it, that this powerful being would bring doom to us all. Mustering up all the courage he had, Ford recited the incantation out loud. He waited in silence for a moment, but nothing seemed to happen. He left the cave, disappointed, but decided that this fable was just odd enough to be worthy of an entry. He walked off to a calm patch of the forest and sat against a tree. He began sketching in his journal. But his eyelids grew heavy and his mind became fuzzy. He decided a nap wouldn't hurt. He laid back on the tree trunk and lulled off to sleep. He opened his eyes only a moment later. Journals and pages began floating about the plain randomly. He suddenly came to his senses and began to walk around.

Bill watched from a distance. He already knew about Ford, because he had already met him. Now was his chance.

He flew up to him, "Hiya, smart guy!"

Ford staggered back in a panic.

"Woah," Bill laughed, "don't have a heart attack, you're not 92 yet."

The man looked around in a spur of curiosity, "who are you?"

"Name's Bill! And your name's Stanford Pines, the man who changed the world, but I'm getting ahead of ourselves; let's relax! Care for a game of interdimensional chess?"

A table and chairs developed, scooping Stanford up. A chessboard came into being and placed itself on the table. Bill sat across from Ford and snapped his fingers, forming a teapot and cups.

"Have a cup of tea!"

A beverage was poured for Ford and he smiled a bit. He decided it was safe and moved a piece on the chessboard.

"So, what is all this?" Ford asked.

"Well you see, I'm a muse, a being who presides over the arts and sciences. I choose one mind every century to inspire. And you, Stanford, are one heck of a mind!" Bill floated a pawn across the board.

"Really?" Ford attempted to hide his flattery.

"Well, yeah! You know, Sixer, you could complete your research in Gravity Falls with a portal. It would be really simple, actually. I could help you."

"Like a research assistant?"

"Sure, if that's what you call it."

"And you know about this stuff?"