Baked For Revenge (Complete)

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Dipper's pov

Mabel and I explained what was going on to Grunckle Stan and Grunckle Ford, we also filled Johnny Toast in on what he had missed while he was dead. Still gonna need an explanation on that one. I'm not sure how much he heard because majority of the time he was try to calm Johnny Ghost, who was having what appeared to be a panic attack in the corner. Weird thing was I think one of his eyes was red.

"Okay," said Great uncle Ford, "two things. One, how did you," he turned to Gavin, "Manage to resurrect Bill? And two, what if the demon girl finds us and somehow gets in?"

I looked up at him.
"I thought you would know."

Johnny Ghost suddenly got up.
"I do. First, clear all the shelves from the center of the room."

Grunckle Stan glared at him.
"Why should we listen to you?"

"Because you have no other options."

We all pushed the shelves up against the walls. Johnny Ghost then pulled out a marker and started drawing something on the floor.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Well Toast," he said not looking up, "Remember when we met the Winchesters?"

Johnny Toast smiled and seemed to get it.
"Oh, you're drawing a demon trap."

Ebony groaned.
"She is not a demon. I refuse to believe it."

Maxwell laughed.
"She was on fire and had a tail. What else would she be?"

Ebony shrugged.
"A Charmander?"

Johnny Ghost stood up.
"Done. When she steps inside she won't be able to escape until either the trap in broken or she isn't a demon anymore."

Great Uncle Ford examined the trap.
"Impressive. What do we do now?"

Johnny Ghost shrugged.
"We wait."

We all sat around waiting for what was probably hours. Johnny Toast paced back and forth while Johnny Ghost went back to panicking in the corner. Gavin just watched his brother, clearly annoyed.
"Johnathan Toast, what are you doing?"

He looked over.
"At the moment all I seem to be doing is working up an appetite."
He suddenly looked very scared.
"Sir, my bag is still out in the van."

Everyone but Grunckle Stan and Great Uncle Ford backed away.

Johnny Ghost looked through his messenger bag and pulled out a bottle like the one from the night before.
"I always carry one extra."

Johnny Toast opened the bottle. I didn't notice before but underneath the smell of blood I'm pretty sure I smelled alcohol.

Ebony gave him a disapproving look.
"Toast, what exactly is in that bottle?"

He froze.
"Whiskey."

"I should have known."

He looked defeated.
"Well it's not my fault this stuff tastes awful. I had to do something to make it taste better."

Grunckle Stan pointed at the bottle.
"Make what taste better?"

He didn't answer. Instead he chugged the bottle and went to sit beside Johnny Ghost. Ghost was pretty much having a full mental breakdown.

"Sir, please tell me the tea thermos is in your bag also."

Ghost shook his head. Gavin, Maxwell, and Ebony backed up.

"Sir, you have to calm down. We are in a small building with multiple people. Now is not the time."

Suddenly the door burst open and something landed in the center of the demon trap. It was the girl.