Bill immediately snapped his gaze toward the sound, and you could see a tint of red beginning to replace the yellow of his body. You stepped away from him, not wanting to be in the blunt of his rage.

Four figures emerged from the darkness, red light bathing their features darkly. Each stood with their own weapon of choice, and the old men's glasses glinted menacingly.

"What. Are you. Doing here?" Bill snarled, floating in front of you protectively. You stayed silent.

"What do you think?!" Ford retorted, holding up a glowing gun. "We're here to stop you!"

"Yeah, you isosceles freak! You thought we wouldn't be ready for your next apocalypse attempt?!" Stan said, holding up his fists decorated with brass knuckles.

Bill let out a screech that echoed around the cave, forcing everyone to cover their ears. His hands were on fire, the blue light conflicting with his red glow. Bill snapped and raised his hands up, attempting to bring forth something from thin air. But nothing happened. He looked at his hands in even more fury than before. "DAMN RULES!" Bill screamed, his fire getting larger. "OF COURSE I HAVE TO ABIDE BY THAT ONE LAW! I WOULD DESTROY THIS WHOLE WORLD IF MATTER COULD BE DESTROYED OR CREATED!"

Ford raised his gun and cocked it, ready to fire. Dipper and Mabel had their weapons at the ready and Stan was prepared for Bill to attack.

Bill looked at you, inverted pupil staring directly into your eyes. He held out his hand, the flames dying down. "(Y/N), we're leaving. And getting as far from them as possible," he said, his tone still holding anger, but it wasn't directed toward you at all.

You had a hard time replying, and could barely get the words out at all, but you eventually spoke, "I'm... I'm not going with you. I can't trust you anymore."

The heartbroken look in Bill's one eye after that statement almost brought you to tears. It was so intense, so saddened, you could almost hear the shattering of his heart. You could see undeniable, unfathomable rage beginning to well up in him, the red glow beginning to blind you; yet he failed to utter a word or muster a move. The four shifted from behind Bill as he began to reach out his hand toward you, clearly to take you with him by force. However, he stopped. Bill flashed a blinding blue and disappeared, a loud snap following.

Ford, Stan, Dipper, and Mabel all ran over to you, Dipper catching you just before you fell to your knees. You felt horrible. You had just betrayed him. The guy you spent an entire month with, the guy who said he loved you, you betrayed him. The conflicting voices arose in your mind again, one screaming indescribable words of pure hatred toward what you just did, the other quietly trying to input logic, but it seemed to succumb to your feelings.

"(Y/N)..." Dipper whispered, pulling you back to your feet. "I... I know it was hard for you..."

"Hard for me?!" you snapped, pulling yourself away from Dipper. "You didn't see that look he gave me! He... he looked heartbroken! To think he had broken my trust! I... I pretty much broke him! Why did I have to listen to you..."

Mabel sighed, and walked over to you. She put an arm around your slumped shoulders. "Hey, I know this is really beating you up. But you can't snap at Dipper like that. I know he can be hard to get along with, considering he seems to take after great uncle Ford's lack of serious empathy-"

"Hey!" Ford yelled, earning him a punch in the arm from his brother.

"- But he did what he thought was best for you. What we all thought was best for you. It's not just Dipper and Ford who's had encounters with him, you know."

You looked at Mabel, your eyes filled with tears, "Wh-what...?"

"When he caused his first apocalypse... or Weirdmaggedon... he used my unwillingness to let Dipper stay back in Gravity Falls with Ford to his own advantage. He stole one of our friends' bodies and tricked me into giving him a rift which he broke mere seconds after. A tear between dimensions was opened and he trapped me in a bubble. It was my own personal paradise. Everything I loved was there. But it was missing something. Then Dipper and our friends came in and found me. I thought I had everything. My friends were safe, I was able to actually live in my own world with whatever powers I wanted, and summer would last forever with my brother. Until Dipper finally convinced me that the real world was outside of Bill's bubble, and the real world sucked. But you know what? You can make do for yourself there. Bill's known for using desires to his advantage, and he probably knew about your ex. He sort of put you in your own bubble. It's true he might have grown attached," Mabel said, earning a sniffle from you. "But he still needed you for something. I wouldn't put it past him to use his attachment to you to convince you to bring about another apocalypse. And then you would have the entire fate of the world resting on your shoulders, and if worse comes to worse, he would have trapped you. It's clear to see with how protective he's become of you that he would never kill you. But Bill just... he doesn't understand the difference between loving someone and caging an animal. And Dipper wanted to save you from that, alright?"

You wiped your eyes and quietly nodded. "Th-thank you, Mabel..." you mumbled into your arm. "A-and sorry, Dipper..."

"I-it's no big deal, really!" Dipper exclaimed. "Mabel explained it better than I ever would have anyway."

Stan and Ford walked over, each placing a hand on your shoulder. "We may be sixty years old, but one of us definitely knows what it feels like to see that look of betrayal in someone's eyes," Stan assured gruffly, gesturing to himself. "It's not exactly every day you destroy your own brother's chances at making it big in university..."

You gave a small giggle, a little unsure of how to react to that last sentence. You looked back to the wall with the button, and brushed the old men's hands off your shoulders. "There's this... button..." you said, walking over to it with a transfixed gaze. "I saw it and was about to push it before everything happened... It might answer the carvings. Maybe translate some of this writing," you said, placing your finger on the button once again.

"Or it could be a trap," Dipper warned just before you began to apply pressure to the button.

"We'll just have to see," you replied, feeling a selfish wave wash over you.

You pressed the button and instantly you could hear machinery begin to spring to life behind the walls of the cave. Ford looked around, looking almost like a cat with large, attentive eyes. You began to follow the noise to the opposite wall. Suddenly, the carving with Bill etched into it slid backward, shaking old dust from the walls. It slid into the wall and you were left with a dark hole in the wall, a soft breeze coming through and disturbing the once still cobwebs.

Dipper pointed his flashlight into the hole, and it seemed to go on so long the light was unable to reach the end. You shivered, pulling your coat closer to your body and keeping your legs covered in the thin, yellow pajama pants close together. "Should we go in...?" Dipper asked in barely above a whisper.

You nodded. "It's the only way to know what's really going on. And what's up with the carving of Bill. The whole thing with the quill is really starting to freak me out..." you answered, taking the first step into the dark tunnel. The others quickly followed after, and Dipper shined his flashlight around, scribbling every now and then in a journal with a blue pine tree on it. You smiled a little at that, enjoying the company of someone else interested in the things around them.

Eventually, the end of the light's reach touched a wall. You all picked up the pace and found yourselves in a large, circular room, covered in Native American runes. A pedestal sat at the edge of the circle, a leather-bound book resting on top of it. A necklace with a small deer skull pendant sat around the book, dangling off the edge. You walked over to the book curiously, each step raising your excitement until you stood in front of this ancient book with a faded silver, six-fingered hand placed on top of it. "Six fingers...?" you questioned, tilting your head.

Ford, who had been staring at the floor, suddenly snapped his gaze up and walked toward you. He looked at the book, all color draining from his face, making him look like a ghastly ghoul in the flashlight's bright light. "I-I didn't write that journal, though..." he mumbled. He tried opening it, but it stayed shut. It glowed weakly. "A spell. There's been a binding spell put on it."

You looked around for any clues and fount yourself staring at Native American text carved into the wall above the pedestal. You couldn't read it yourself, but you were able to decipher just enough to have a slight understanding of what you needed to do. You pulled out your quill from your back pocket and looked at it, then looked at the book. You noticed a small bottle of ink sitting in the corner of the pedestal, dusty and the top layer dried from centuries of uselessness.

Hardly thinking about what you were doing, you dipped your quill into the ink and placed it onto the book. Ford let out a horrified gasp, seeing you about to deface an ancient journal. Mabel, Dipper, and Stan quickly scrambled over to see what the fuss was about, and saw you writing a perfect zero onto the silver hand.

Almost instantaneously, the book glowed a bright purple and then slammed open, making all five of you jump back in surprise. "THE ONE WITH THE GOOSE FEATHER QUILL, STEP FORWARD," a bodiless voice instructed. The other four stepped back, and you stepped forward, curious and afraid. Something flew out of the book, and it settled onto a crevice in the stone wall above the pedestal. A large, majestic-looking hawk looked down on you. "ARE YOU THE ONE WITH THE GOOSE FEATHER QUILL?" it questioned, gazing directly into your eyes.

You gulped and nodded, "Y-yes..."

"THEN YOUR ARRIVAL SIGNIFIES GREAT CHANGE. YOUR TRAVELS THROUGH LIFE HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE. AND ANOTHER'S TRAVELS HAS BROUGHT HIM TO YOU."

The thought of Bill crossed your mind, and you could not help but shed a tear.

The hawk's hard gaze softened, and it flew onto the pedestal. "I see you had not yet seen the change in him, have you?" it asked somberly.

"Everything just... I don't know... He was wonderful, but Dipper and the others said he was tricking me and everything's just so... zigzagged... I-I can't understand..." you mumbled.

"Dear goose, you have chosen a terrible choice. Neither I nor my brethren can see what will happen clearly. You are a traveler, and that has clouded your sight. You are truly faithful, for you are still loyal to him. However the same cannot be said for your friend the demon. He sees nearly as much as I see, but he is blind. Blinded by released emotions. He the arrow, you the bow."

"But... what does my choice do? What's going to happen?" you asked quietly.

The hawk lowered its head, then looked back toward you. "My brethren have tried to help the six-fingered man, as did he who came before him, yet both refused. They have given up on helping you humans, but I see something different in you. You created an impossible change in a demon's stone heart, and you feel dearly for him and all life. I will help you. I will show you. But I request that you do not disappoint me."

You nodded. "I won't," you replied.

The hawk raised its wing, then brought it down. And suddenly you found yourself in complete darkness.

A/N: Hey! I hope you're enjoying this! I know this is starting to seem a little strange, but it will make sense in the next few chapters. I'm deciding to use the "Native Americans knew all of this would happen before hand" thing Alex Hirsch used for Ford's reasoning behind the Cipher Wheel and cave and whatnot to the extreme in here, and I am doing my research. Plus I had this idea of "Hey, what if the symbols for the Cipher Wheel were used before, but by other people?" I won't focus too much on that bit, but I am planning on making a sequel and if you guys are interested, I wouldn't mind putting my little tidbit of headcannon in there if you all are okay with it. Well, more like the entire freaking story is based around it. Only if you all are okay with it, though! Anyway, I have the entire internet to look through so I can gain all human knowledge and use it to my advantage to take over the world. So, see ya!