For a couple hours, we talked about all that had happened over the three years since I'd left. It turned out, they weren't in Gravity Falls much when I was gone anyway. The whole town had shut down.

"Everything completly fell apart," Dipper said. "It turned out that Stanly hadn't been himself for the last thirty years. Things happened, explosions and whatnot. But in the end, we got rid of him."

"How'd Stan take it?" I asked.

"Not too well," Mabel said. "He wanted to fix everything, but he just couldn't."

"Wait," I looked around. "Where's Stan anyway?"

Mabel and Dipper glanced at each other, saddness showing in their eyes. Mabel turned to me with tears in her eyes and shrugged. "H-he's gone..."

She grabbed me and cried into my shoulder. "W-what?"

"The machine sucked him in," Dipper said, tears edgeing to slip down his own face. "He was trying to fix it, but it wasn't safe enough. The machine suddenly switched on at full force. He was swept in with a couple other things."

What? Wh...I was lost for words. I tried to comfort Mabel the best I could. "Is this why you wanted me to come?"

Dipper nodded. "Soos married Melody, his girlfriend, last year and the moved to Portland together. Wendy's been looking for a collage to go to and isn't around much. We've decided to close the Mystery Shack until Stan comes back." His voice finallty cracked at the end. A tear fell, then another. He finally just burried his head in his hands and close to slilently sobbed.

I tried to comfort both the twins at the same time, but I've never had to comfort a guy before. They never said it, but I know that they think Stan's dead. Who knows, maybe he is. Hopefully not.

After a while, their sobs turned into snores. I glanced at the clock. It was already nine. I sighed and lightly set Mabel down. I went out to my car and grabbed my suitcase. Then I walked into the living room and made myself a bed out of the recliner. I closed my eyes, not relising how tired I was, and fell into a deep sleep.

~

In my dream, there where voices screaming or whispering things I don't remember. I don't even remember who was saying them. I tried to run away, but it felt like my feet there glued to the floor. I tried to scream for help but my voice didn't work.

But one voice stood out from the rest. "Nice to see ya again, Short Stack."

"Bill?"

"The one and only."

"What are you doing here?"

"Nothing much. The Pines actually got rid of me, for now. Just you wait. Big things are coming, and I wouldn't wanna be you when they do."

"What do you mean? What big things?"

"See ya later, sucker!" Then his voive dissapeared.

All the other voices died down too. My dream was replaced with a veiw of the broken down machine. It started to glow. First dim, then brighter and then brighter. It was blinding. I took a step backwards.

Then lighting flashed from it. I could hardly look at the machine it was so bright.

Suddenly, figures came out of the machine. I could hardly see their silluets.

Something hit me in the stomach. My eyes widened. It didn't hurt, but when I looked down, there was a hilt of a knife proding out. Blood pored from it and I screamed.

Two figures walked over to me and grabbed my arms. I still couldn't see what they looked like. I tried to escape their grip, but it was too tight. They started to drag me to the machine. I knew what was going to happen.

"Have a nice trip," said one of the people, who sounded familiar, but I didn't know why. The two people let me go and pussed me headfirst into the portal.

A/N:
Sorry I didn't write yesterday
I was at a concert
Now I'm horse and super tired, but it was so fun!
Hope y'all liked this chapter!