Part 24

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Back at the shack, I took out my journal. I flipped it open to the pages I wrote on Bill. First, I had pasted in the pages from the first three journals. Then I had written a bit on my own;

Before I started writing this journal, there were three more. My Great Uncle (the original author) and I had to throw them down the bottomless pit on account of them being too dangerous. As you can see, I haven't let all his work go to waste. I kept the most important pages, including THESE! The guy shown on these is NO JOKE. He destroyed his own dimension in search of power and would stop at nothing to get it. He's done so many things that I don't know where to start. Here's a list (disclaimer: this is just a sample!):

~He destroyed his dimension (mentioned previously)

~He manipulated my great uncle into thinking he was his "Muse"

~He possessed TONS of people (including me!)

~He ruled the "Nightmare Realm" which is just as bad as it sounds

~He destroyed Gravity Falls, Oregon and if it wasn't for the heroics of a group of very VERY brave people, he would have destroyed the WORLD.

My Grunkle Stan finally killed him with selflessness and a good amount of help. You never know with him though. He may still be out there one way or another. My great uncle Ford (the author) said something in his third volume. TRUST NO ONE! Although he's later come to think better of it, there is still one guy you should never trust no matter WHAT. Beware BILL CIPHER. Don't let his easy flattery and mind games fool you. Whatever he says, this guy is NOT YOUR FRIEND!!! Best wishes out there! ~Dipper Pines.

I read the page over and over. It felt like it was a note to myself. I couldn't believe it. The more I read it, the more I saw what I had been doing. I had been falling for Bills tricks again. I read the last bit once more. 

"Whatever he says," whatever he says. "this guy is NOT YOUR FRIEND!!!" 

The scribbly exclamation points drove the point home. Why was I doing this? How was I falling for this again? I knew what I had to do. That night. That night I would do what had to be done. I would get rid of his games once and for all. I closed my book and headed out to the woods.


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