P.I.E Meets Gravity Falls (Being Rewritten)

The Nerd Messed Up...

--Dipper's POV--

ARRGH! I can't find Bill or Ghost at all! Not even a trace! Every once in awhile, I do hear this creepy laughter, but it always stops the moment it starts. I might as well go back and find Grunkle Ford to tell him I lost them. I sighed and pulled out my compass, the town seemed to be behind me instead of the way I was going. I turned around to start walking back when I saw a dead bird lying on the ground, stained scarlet from its own blood. I didn't know what to do, not many Gravity Falls creatures go as far as to kill, and if they do, they never leave behind much of a trace. I crept toward it, trying hard to stay quiet, and when I got close enough, examined the body.

It's left wing was fine, but its right wing and chest had a multitude of deep wounds and the almost-gone sun's dramatic sunlight didn't help it look any better. I looked closer, the wounds weren't jagged like I thought they were, but smooth and parallel, there were just so many that they collapsed upon themselves. "They look like knife wounds..." I thought to myself, poking it with a stick. I looked around a bit, for anything, even footprints, but I saw nothing hostile. I clicked on a flashlight so I could see better and began walking back to town, ignoring the sinking feeling I had and the pit in my stomach.

I made some pretty good progress in a couple minutes. I could see some lights through some of the trees. It was then I noticed I was being followed. 

I kept hearing some chuckles and someone humming, but every time I turned around, nothing was there. "This is worse than the hide-behind..." I mumbled as I turned back around, almost running into a man in a blue/red hoodie. "Sorry, sir," I said, not looking up.

"Don't be sorrryyyyyyy" He chuckled, "I've been looking for you!" I looked up and was greeted by a slightly familiar face. His eyes were blood red and stretched wide like a maniac. His hair was so dark it was almost black, and his mouth was stretched into a long smile. This was the kind of guy I wouldn't ever want to be looking for me. I've clearly never met him before, why did he look so familiar?

"Haha... Really?" I said, trying to move around him, "well I don't know who you are, really, so I'm going to go now. I'm actually looking for a couple of people right now, myself." I smiled, cautiously.

"Really? Have we not met yet? Huh..." His smile faltered momentarily, "I need to get out more. Maybe stab stab stab some things more." I almost froze when he mentioned stabbing and looked at his hands. The red on his hoodie looked more like blood, now and in his right hand he held a knife. "Well I know who you are, and that's alllll that matters. Most my relationships are one sided anyways." He said, laughing a bit.

"Okay... I really have to go now, Mister-"

"Jimmy Casket! At your stab-vice!" He chuckled, "I've been soooo boreddd, Billy Bill is so mean, keeping me all locked up and outta Ghostie's miiiinnd! I wanna play now. Do you want to PLAYYY with me?" I began to panic, squirming past him, I made a break for the town, only to run into a tree. I started to get up, but I met his eyes again, they were harsher this time, and still more familiar.

Wait, did he mention Ghost?

"Where's Ghost? What do you mean Bill kept you out of his brain? Are you another demon?!"

"A demon? ME? HA, I wish!" He laughed, "a lotta people see me as a demon, though. Maybe it's cause of Knifey." I froze then.

"Your the one who wrote that letter..." I gasped slightly, trying to shuffle away from the crazy person.

He stopped to think about it, "Oh, yeahhh, that." He smiled wider, which I didn't even know was possible, "Yeah, that was fun, seeing your spooked little faces the next morning, AHAHAHHAHHHAHAHA, I KNEW I SCARED YOU BAD, BUT NOT BAD ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU SLEEP DEPRIVED!"