Behind the curtains of the Tent of Telepathy is where you really get to learn who they are. No one has been there other than Gideon and Pacifica..On accident, and they had to pay for it. Behind the curtains is where Eric Gleeful was cloned, where Will Cipher gets hurt..And where the twins laugh at nearly everything causing anyone pain. After one show they decided to open up a book of spells..And this is how Will Cipher got into their hands..

 "Bro-Bro I'm bored.." Mabel said as she laid down on the velvet couch. "Look here what I found." Dipper holds up a journal. "Summoning spells!" Mabel quickly sat up and took the journal. "I wonder if we could get BILL CIPHER here!!" "That would be cool sis but I'm afraid that might not happen.." "Well we are going to try!" Mabel opened up the book and they both started chanting in Latin after lighting a few tea-light candles. All of a sudden a large blue light shone, causing them both to fly backwards. "Gh-..We should've done this at the mansion.." Dipper rubbed his forehead. "You think?!" Mabel sighed. "It was you're cho-.." There was Will, in his triangle form of course, and his eye glowing red. "WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE?!" Will shouted. "That is no way to speak do your master and mistress! Who are you?" Mabel stood up. "Master? Mistress? No one owns me...I am W-Will. Sorry for yelling.." He kinda cowered back a bit. "It's fine, for now, and I am your Mistress.." Mabel snapped her fingers and sharp chains wrapped around Will. "Sign this or die, we know your weakness, and we have enough weapons to gouge that eye out." Will's one eye widened and he slowly signed the paper "What is it f-for?.." "Oh, only for you to now become our property..You are ours now, we can do whatever. We. Want. To you." Dipper smiled and grabbed the chains around Will. They all went to the mansion where Will got beatings every single day for messing everything up..

 And that is when the twins decided they needed someone to start doing the chores, because Will was to scared, too clumsy, to do anything for them. (Or at least that's what the twins thought)