--Dipper POV--
We checked McGucket's house seven times in five days, even looking at old blueprints and double checking for deaths in the house and around the house for a hundred feet. Apart from that one lumberjack, there weren't many people who died around this area, especially not any cowboys who don't like mirrors. Maybe it was another thing from those weirdos' place. Sounds like something they'd have, I mean they have BOX DEMONS and their surprised by a triangle with arms and legs? What the heck?
Mabel has spent our free time with Candy and Grenda talking about boys. Still. Old habits die hard, I guess. Mabel told them about Ghost and Toast, and they instantly asked if they were hot, to which Mabel proceeded to retell the story of her proposing to Toast. She left out the death part, though. Smart move. I always went to talk to Wendy in the shack, and for once I told more about the situation than Mabel did. I ended up telling her of everything but the Box thing that Ford shot and the threat letter that may or may not be from Ghost. Grunkle Stan keeps insisting that Grunkle Ford will figure out how to get rid of them by the end of the month, but I don't think we'll be able to get rid of Bill within that time. He looked pretty strong last time we saw him.
We haven't heard much from the P.I.E team lately, though the Acachallas have invited us on things like bank robberies and visits to IHop. We went once, and in that time I almost lost both my hands and had to run from a twelve foot dinosaur with an attitude problem with the most annoying three people in the universe! Billy, Sue and Spencer I think... Sally was talking to Mabel the whole time and now she has a necklace made out of, I quote, 'Freddy's baby teeth' and a piece of yarn. Mabel likes it and is wearing it under her sweater right now.
"Hey, Mabel?"
"Yeah?" She asked, looking up from the counter, smiling. We were running the shop again while Stan did some out-of-shop restocking and Ford studied how to make another mind eraser gun, considering Mabel broke the last one. Suess was giving a tour, and Wendy was home sick (Cough cough, hanging out with her friends, cough cough), so Mabel and I were alone in the gift shop.
"What do you think Ghost and Toast are doing right now?" I asked her, watching the shop with a carful eye.
She shrugged, "I dunno. I've checked on them a couple of times, but they kinda shooed me away. They've stopped continuously crying though. Thats a good thing."
"Ghost is pretty much a child in a man's body." I said, scowling at the shelves.
"Aw, don't be so hard on him! He's a nice guy! To Toast most of the time, but he's still pretty nice." She replied, smiling.
"Yeah, right," I mumbled, continuing to wait for the flood of tourists. We continued in silence for a good two minutes before objects started flying off the shelves. As in there were literal objects floating off the shelves and violently smashing into stuff. Mabel squeaked and ducked as some werewolf spray began to fill the room. She tossed me a gas mask we had under the counter so we could actually breathe and see. In seconds, there was a tornado of things flowing around the room, and in the middle of it was the cowboy ghost!
We looked to each other, and quickly ducked for cover. "I'm lookin' for a Mabel and Dipper Pines!" He shouted, his voice booming through the chaos. "Someone want to send a message!"
"WE'RE HERE!" Mabel shouted, her voice muffled by the clattering noises and the gas mask on her face. He looked to her and his eyes narrowed.
"Ah, there you are. I've never liked children honestly... Always hiding..." He grunted, fingering a gun he held in his hand, "but he DID say not to injure, kill or maim..." He looked to me, smiling, "Ya'll got lucky." He let the objects drop from the air, "Alrigh'. Triangle says hi, and prepare fo' the worst summer of your life. Have a nice time because once the end begins, he says he's more prepared than ever, and he's barely started."
--Ghost POV--
Toast and I were tightening the bolts on one of the devices, when I felt a sudden urge to just... Pass out, I guess. "Toast... I'm kinda tired..."
"Seriously? Already? We just started working with this."
"Yeah... I just... Quick nap, be right back." I fell forward and passed out before he had time to protest.
--Toast's POV--
Aw... Crap... Casket's never done something like this to Johnny, and Cardboard Thing isn't anywhere near here so... "Sir?! Are you alright?" I dropped the broke device and checked Ghost's pulse. It was steady... I couldn't understand what was wrong with him until he stood up.
"Wow... This guy's mind is so crowed!" Bill Cypher said, standing up in Johnny's body, "Hi, Toast!" He looked like how Johnny usually would, expect his eyes. They were bright yellow and slitted.
"What the heck?!" I leaped back, ready to shoot, "WHA... HOW ARE YOU IN JOHNNY?"
"Well, I tore a hole in the poor guys mind, and now I can enter, leave or take over at any time I please through the crack." He rubbed his hands together in a very un Johnny-like way. "I've always liked having a bit of flair..."
"How can I convince you to leave?" I said to Bill, "Sir's had enough trauma."
"Yes... But what if I told you he was literally reliving his time in a mental institution."
"Don't those places drive more people crazy than they cure?"
Bill smiled, "YUP! You have about five minutes before he's as crazy as the others!"
"LEAVE THEN!" I grabbed the device Sir and I had been fixing, the Demon Blaster. It wasn't done yet, but it might work.
"Whoa, hold your horses! I'll leave." He stuck out his hand, handshake style, "If we can strike a deal."
"Alright." I said, "what do you want?"
"I'm so glad you asked."
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P.I.E Meets Gravity Falls (Being Rewritten)
Fanfiction-This book is being rewritten in another book (which hasn't been posted yet)- Mabel and Dipper Pines are excited to be having another summer in Gravity Falls and to see their Grunkles again. What they were not prepared for was the arrival of two str...
