I need to start writing more frequently. Through writing this story, I've realized that I've kind of lost my spark. It'll come back with time, I'm sure.

Bill's maniacal laughter was still haunting Stan after he'd heard it six days ago. The day Weirdmageddon had begun, he'd immediately decided to hide out in the Mystery Shack, which, for some reason, Bill had come nowhere near. Stan had kept an eye on what was going outside, at least for the first few days. After that, there wasn't much left to look out for. Bill had burnt down buildings, taken everyone in Gravity Falls (including Stan's last remaining family members), and had even built himself a sort of fortress smack in the centre of the town. Floating in the sky, the humongous pyramidical structure loomed ominously on the horizon no matter where you were looking at it from. To Stan, it seemed to be Bill's way of saying Hello, citizens of Gravity Falls! Check out this giant pyramid I've constructed! You know what that symbolizes? Your impending doom!

Stan had had a few... unwanted encounters with the demon before, and knew that despite his outlandish demeanour, the triangular creature was more than capable of tricking just about anyone. But this definitely topped the list of nightmarish experiences Stan had had, which was saying something considering he lived in Gravity Falls, Oregon. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on, or how it had all begun. What Stan did know was that Bill wasn't going to be leaving Gravity Falls anytime soon. Without anyone around and without a plan, Stan had no way of confronting Bill that wouldn't end with either his death or petrification. Even something as simple as one hopeful thought was out of his reach. Stan was alone and trapped in the desolate wasteland he'd once called home.

Stan thought he was alone in the world (or in Gravity Falls- it didn't make much of a difference), but he was wrong. There was one other person who had escaped Bill's wrath, although just barely.

Blendin Blenjamin Blandin had been hiding out in various buildings around town, but the eyeball bats were able to find him every single time. There was nowhere they couldn't see, and so the only way to avoid capture was to stay on the move, constantly. Of course, he could have time travelled. Blendin had only tried that once, and had immediately decided that it was a bad idea. When he'd shifted forward back to his hometime, he had been welcomed by several banners depicting his name and face. He was a wanted man back home, but that wasn't even the worst part- the wanted ads had had a common colour scheme of neon orange. Neon orange banners were reserved only for the worst members of society; people who would not even be given a trial upon their capture. Supposedly, the criminals under a neon orange alert could not be given a second chance, they were too dangerous. The Time Anomaly Removal Crew would be on high alert, not resting until he was caught... or dead.

Returning home for help was not an option. A few times, Blendin had considered travelling to the past, but deemed it too risky. Any time travelling he did might leave a trail that would lead the TARC straight to him. As of right now, any time travel was out of the question. Blendin was stuck in Gravity Falls during a literal demonic apocalypse. Just his luck, he supposed... though it was partially his fault. Blendin angrily balled his fists just thinking about the way that monster had tricked him.

I'm a wanted man now. I can't go home, I'm stuck in this cesspool of nightmares, and it's all Bill's fault! Blendin thought furiously before kicking a small pebble down the street. Unfortunately, even the small noise got the attention of a pair of eyeball bats nearby. They shrieked and rushed towards Blendin. With a scream of his own, Blendin took off towards the outskirts of town.

A week after the day Weirdmageddon had begun, Stan was again wondering if there had been anything he could have done to prevent this, any of this. It had started out small, with Stan thinking I should have forced Ford to tell me what was really going on. Or maybe I shouldn't have let Dipper hang around him so much after all. What if I had just... 

Gradually, the what ifs had become more dramatic. What if I hadn't rescued him from the portal? Would this still be happening? What if he'd never built the portal in the first place? What if he hadn't called me for help thirty years ago?

His list of what ifs got longer by the minute. In short, he'd had way too much time alone with his thoughts. It was almost a relief when the eyeball bats showed up.

The inhuman shrieking was what alerted Stan to the prescence of the monsters. Well, that and the human shrieking, along with, of course, the door being violently rattled.

"Come on, open up!" An unfamiliar voice screeched. It took Stan a moment to come out of his shock and bolt to the door. He'd barely had time to unlock it before it swung open, narrowly missing his face, and a small man stumbled into the building, backing quickly away from the door. Stan promptly slammed the door, shutting out the two eyeball bats who had been jostling each other, trying to reach the two men. For what seemed like forever, the bats circled the shack agitatedly, still shrieking and occasionally trying to shoot lasers from their pupils... but nothing happened. Eventually, they flew away, leaving the two people in silence.

"Uhh... are you alright?" Stan asked, his voice shaking. The immediate threat had passed, and Stan could finally get a good look at the other guy. He hadn't noticed immediately, but something about this man seemed familiar. He was mostly bald, with a small flop of thick, brown hair on the top of his head, and was slightly on the chubby side. His gray goggles obscured his eyes, and he wore a gray jumpsuit with a belt that held a tape measure.

"Y-yeah. I'm f-fine." He stammered, and Stan decided he had definitely seen this guy before, even if only for a fleeting second. "Where am I?" The man asked.

"You're in the Mystery Shack." Stan told him quietly. "And as far as I know, we're the last ones in Gravity Falls." The news didn't seem to surprise Gray Man, it just seemed to sadden him.

"Just as I thought." He muttered, then stood up. "I'm Blendin, by the way."

"Stan Pines." Blendin took a look around, but said nothing. Stan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Where did you come from?" He asked suspiciously. "You aren't from around here, and yet you seem almost familiar to me." Blendin sighed and turned towards Stan, frowning. Or maybe that was just his face. It was hard to tell. Since his arrival, Blendin hadn't shown any emotion besides despair.

"I came from the far future. I'm a time traveller." Blendin paused, as if the news should have shocked Stan. In a way, it did, but after the past few months, Stan could believe just about anything.

"I wo- well, I used to work for the Time Anomaly Removal Crew." Blendin continued bitterly. "My job was to go back in time and straighten out anything that may have had the potential to cause a ripple, hole, or other fault in the timeline. The fact that you find me familiar doesn't surprise me, really. I have had a few assignments in Gravity Falls."

"Well, that clears things up." Stan muttered, and his eyes fell on the tape measure hooked to Blendin's belt. "If you're a time traveller, why do you carry a tape measure?"

"It's a time machine." Blendin replied, totally deadpan. Stan almost had to stifle a laugh. A tape measure-time machine? Now he'd seen everything. "It works the same way as a regular tape measure, except for instead of inches or feet or centimetres, the units of measurement are things like hours, weeks, days, things like that."

"Huh." Stan hesitated, getting an idea. "Is there a limit to when you can go back to?" Blendin eyed Stan warily before shaking his head.

"No, but there is a strict time traveller's code. There are countless rules concerning time travel." Blendin raised his eyebrows as if recalling some unpleasant memory. "You can't be too careful with this stuff."

"No." Stan agreed quickly. An idea was forming in his mind, but for it to work, he'd have to be on Blendin's good side. Even then, it might take some coercion. "That aside, do you think there's a way to go back in time and prevent this... y'know, Weirdmageddon, from happening?" He blurted without thinking, and Blendin stared at him for a long time.

"No.." he finally said. "At least, not without infracting several of the rules of time travel. Any damage we try to undo may inadvertently cause much, much more trouble in the future." Stan felt like he'd just been plunged a hundred feet underwater. There wasn't a way to stop Weirdmageddon from occurring. "But," Blendin continued, breaking into Stan's train of thought. "There are certain cases in which the rules need to be disregarded." Blendin took a deep breath. "And considering Bill has completely broken down Time Baby's molecules, I'd say this is one of those situations." Time Baby?

"You're serious? We can really stop Bill from ever leaving the Mindscape?" Stan asked, incredulous. The idea seemed too good to be true. He honestly hadn't expected to find a plausible solution to this so soon.

"If we're careful, yes." Blendin stated. "You've got to do exactly as I say, though. I'm currently a wanted man, Stan. If we get caught by the TARC..." Blendin paused. "Well, we'll both be dead."

So this will be a three part fanfiction. Actually, I'm considering making it a two parter instead. I don't know. We'll see what happens with the second part. I might finish it there, or I might take it a little further. There will not be more than three parts, though. I'm sure of that.

Anyways, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed part one, and I will be back with part two probably within the next few days!