--Ghost POV--

I just stared at them with a look of utter disbelief on my face, while Toast asked for a longer explanation. Apparently, 'You guys are trapped here' didn't quite cut it for either of us.

Gee, I wonder why.

So there's this weird magnet around Gravity Falls that only traps weird things in it, and since Bill's last attempt to take over the universe, it seems the magnet has gotten strong enough to not only hold Armageddon (or as they called it, Weirdmageddon) but two normal ghost hunters. When they walked to the barrier, they could make it through, much to my disappointment. Where Toast and I really weird enough to be held back by this or was this just a mistake? Either way we'd be stuck there until their... as they said 'Grunkle' Ford can fix it. So until then we were stuck in the gosh darn town. Toast called Spooker and asked him to use his stuffed demon cat thing to send stuff like phone changers, changes of clothes and maybe a bit of whiskey. Spooker actually asked if he could join us here, and I yelled at him for even suggesting it. I was already sick of this place, I was not about to go through major annoyance for possibly the REST OF MY LIFE. Plus I didn't want two demons AND the Acachallas on my butt. Instead, Toast ended up leaving Spooker in charge of PIE.

"The place is going to be demolished when we get back." I muttered as toothpaste came flying through the break in space/time, smashing into a tree and embedding itself in the trunk. "I'm not using that." 

"So where are you staying?" Mabel asked, innocently enough. Was it just me, or did she keep glancing at Toast? Maybe she was another fan girl...

"Uh... We don't really know yet... Maybe an inn?" I said questioningly, looking to Toast, who just shrugged and continued talking to Dipper about why we trust Spooker while more bathroom supplies came exploding through the portal. "We didn't bring much money... Johnny, tell Spooker to send cash. They may not have an ATM here."

"Yes, sir." Toast replied, finishing his conversation with Dipper and turning back to the phone. Dipper began to thumb through his book a bit and I turned back to Mabel, who was staring at Toast again.

"Are... You okay there, Mabel?" I snapped my fingers in front of her eyes a couple of times and brought her back to reality. She was smiling again. I don't know why her smile freaked me out so much, but it did...

"Say... How old are you and your partner?" She glanced at Johnny again and I almost burst out laughing. Mabel was another victim of Toast's charms. 

"Well, I'm twenty-six and Johnny's twenty-eight, Spooker is... well... he's ghost so... His actual age is unknown. I think he's at least twenty-five? We have another employee... Colon, but he's only worked with us for about two weeks, so we're not sure about his age either."  Mabel just stared at me, and I pretended to have a shock of realization, "Oh, did you just mean me and Toast?"

"He's so..."

"Much older than you?"

"Perfect!" She startled me with that. I wasn't expecting her to think that maybe a 15-17 year age gap didn't matter... Maybe she was another who had thought Toast and I were teenagers... I guess we had aged REALLY well.

I just looked at her, then to Dipper, who just kind of gave me a look like 'roll with it' and went back to searching through Johnny's backpack behind a barrel, while Toast just watched him. "Uh... Your not the first to fall for his charms honestly... He has an army of fangirls. Including several ghosts... So..."

"Pff. That's never stopped me before! Imma go talk to him!" She marched past me, I looked back at Dipper, who was reading Johnny's ghost book, with much confusion. I glanced at Johnny and he mouthed out 'Macaroni'.  I just stared at him, slightly disappointed. Only Johnny would have a chapter about drugs... And I guess only Dipper would not know about them. I watched Mabel tap Toast on the shoulder and she had Toast in a bear hug before he had even turn around. She whispered something to him, and Toast just set her down and speed walked over to me.

"I think she asked me to marry her..." He said, looking back at Mabel. She was holding one of his hairs in her and and a scrapbook in the other. She seemed to be glueing Johnny's hair into the book. I started laughing, "did you tell her to do that, sir?"

"No, I told her your age and she just rolled with it. I didn't know she'd want to MARRY you." I continued to laugh while Toast frowned at me disapprovingly. "OHMYGOSH YOU HAVE YOUR OWN MADDIE FRIEND! YOU AND BILLY CAN MAKE A CLUB!" I fell on the ground and I couldn't breathe. None of Toast's fangirls had gone this far. In fact, he asked his deceased wife to marry him, not the other way around. This was too good.

His face was bright crimson, "sir, please help?"

"What can I do? It's not like any of your fangirls ever gave me the time of day, why would she be any different?" I asked between gulps of air. "Ohmygosh this is hilarious!

"It's not that funny, sir..." But I could see the edges of his mouth twitching a bit. He totally thought it was funny too, he just didn't want to admit it.

"Oh man, I'm using this against him for the rest of our lives," I thought to myself, finally calming down.

"Or we could make it another one of our secrets!" another voice in my head suggested. I was too dizzy from laughing so much to make out that this wasn't my own suggestion. I thought about it. Maybe it would be better to keep this quiet. If anyone hears, all the fangirls would be to intimidated to do it as well, and I could also do with another laugh. I began to cough as I stood up, Toast was chuckling a bit.

"Toast. I've decided to keep this quiet." I told him, putting a hand on his shoulder

"Oh, thanks, sir." 

I patted his shoulder, "but if this happens again I'm recording it and sending it to Spooker and Colon."

"Sir..."

I put my hands up in an 'I surrender' way, "okay, just to Spooker. But still, that was pure gold." I gave a thumbs up sign to Mabel, who was still smiling. Ugh... That smile freaks me out... I kinda wish she would stop. My wallet flew through the portal a second later and it smacked into my face. "ugh... SPOOKER WORK ON YOUR AIM!" I rubbed my face where my wallet hit it, "Gahh that hurt."

"Sir, maybe we should camp in the woods."

"Why?" I asked, looking at Johnny. Dipper and Mabel were searching though his ghost book with much curiosity. Maybe they weren't used to this kind of stuff?

"According to Dipper, the people here can be stupid and curious. If they touch the wrong thing it could end badly."

"Oh... Well, I'M pitching the tent. BOTH of them. YOU can surround the area with the salsa and stuff." I said, catching Johnny's wallet as it flew out of the portal, "here."

I walked over to Dipper and Mabel, who were snickering over the page on Amiee that Toast wrote when we first met her. The sketch of the ginger French aristocrat looked almost exactly like her so much so that I almost shuddered. "Uh... May we have our book back?" I said, tapping Dipper on the shoulder

"Is it true your afraid of this ghost? She looks harmless!" Mabel chuckled. I just took the book from her.

"You've never seem Amiee in the action. And thank you." I closed the book and began to walk away when Dipper stopped me again.

"Hey, we've never seen most the things in that book, and you have a much different ghost rating system then what we have."

"Really?" I replied uninterested. Toast was trying to shake Mabel off him while catching things that came through the portal. At this point Spooker was sending our bedsheets, which I found unnecessary. "How so?"

"Well, your level count seems infinite. Our only goes to ten..."

"Seriously?!"

"But its more like a 50 on your standards or something. You also have a main batch of ghosts you deal with and we have whatever comes up, though its mostly Bill."

"Yeah, whats the point?" I asked.

"Why is our ghost stuff so different? I mean, we both (mostly) deal in the same stuff, how is it that you don't deal with gublins, or how the gnomes we deal with are so different? It doesn't make any sense"

"Now that you say it like that, your right. Thats very weird... Wait, what are your gnome like?"

"Crazier than yours, but not, as Toast's book says, 'knife-wielding psychopaths who strike when your back is turned'. That just sounds wrong."

"Believe me, it is. But they do it. I've had my back scratched by a knife more than once." I decided to ignore what sounded like faint laughter in the back of my skull

"How are you still alive?" Dipper looked impressed and I internally debated wether or not to tell him the truth. I looked to Toast, and he continued to struggle. Mabel was climbing him like he was a jungle gym. It was strange to watch.

"Does she always do that?" I asked, pointing at Mabel.

"Your changing the subject." Dipper crossed his armed and rose an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I'll get back to that, answer my question, please?"

"Sometimes, but not often anymore. This is the first time in five weeks."

"Okay... JOHNNY TRY PLAYING DEAD!" I suggested to my partner.

He struggled a bit more and tried to pretend to collapse. It didn't work. "Help?"

"Alright, but just this once." I pulled out my pistol and shot Johnny in the stomach while Mabel was perched out of the way. "There you go." And I watched my partner crumple to the ground, dead.