-- Mabel POV--

"Well that was horrible." Dipper mumbled, kicking the ground. We both had rashes from where whatever that explosion hit us, even though it wasn't much. Dipper says the rashes were probably radioactive, but it tasted like salt when I licked it so...

"Aw comon!" I said, jumping next to him, "it wasn't THAT bad!"

"RIIGGHT! We just witnessed the return of the greatest threat known to man, which occurred because A TEENAGER IN A HOODIE LOST HIS DOG."

"He looked more in his twenties..."

"Well we only saw parts of his face. What if he's still in town?"

"We'll be able to recognize him. He cut of his hand, Dipper! You can't just grow your hand back!" He seemed to consider it, "PLUS he'll probably have his pet by then, hopefully, or he'll set up lost posters and maybe put his face on them?" 

"Mabel I don't know how you stay so positive."

"Well someone has to be the optimist!" I said, messing with his hair as I did. He swatted my hand away, smiling. "Just chin up! Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford will be back from their sea voyage by tomorrow. It'll take more than a couple of velociraptors being snuck on a place to keep them from us!"

"I think they were kidding about that... Arn't velociraptors extinct in everywhere but Gravity Falls?"

"Maybe they missed one!"

"I thought two were being smuggled on the plane."

"Maybe they missed two! It's always a possibility," I grabbed Dipper by the collar to keep him from falling into the bottomless pit, "and we're back!" We smiled under the shadow of the shack, the fresh glitter on the sign sparkled (My idea) and the weathervane spun in circles from the light breeze. "I call cash register!" We dashed inside and took our places, prepared for the next tour. We were not prepared for who came in.

 --Johnny Ghost POV--

Halfway up the hill, the paranormal tracker died, so we had to continue our trek and hope that whoever we run into had a mechanic and batteries. Johnny was singing one of those odd catchy car songs to lighten the mood a bit, and I was keeping my eye out for any more oddities. Along the hill I had seen a minotaur, a bunch of gnomes, and what looked like a giant red-head lumberjack man. When I saw the last one, Johnny and I kind of broke into a run. We walked about forty minutes from the car to the shack, thirty of this minutes I spend with Johnny carrying me and him singing off-tune songs about bottles of whiskey being passed around a table (seriously though, who needs a hundred bottles of any beverage?) We arrived at a mostly torn-down shack with giant sparkly letters on a large sign sitting on the roof.

I stared quizzically at the sign, "Johnny, what does it say?"

"Mystery Hack... At least their honest!" I stared at a giant letter 'S' half submerged in the dirt, "Shall we go in? A tourist trap is bound to have batteries."

"Yeah. Okay. Let's try that. So you can explore while I looks for batteries. I'll catch up with you when I'm done. These guys are bound to have something real." I planned, opening the door, to see two vaguely familiar faces. They were both kids (or teenagers, who knows these days?) about the same age and had very similar features. They both had brown hair, big eyes, and a look of knowing that someone their age shouldn't have to carry. The girl had a freakishly wide smile with braces and the boy had a small frown. They seemed to recognize something about us as well, but the girl spend most the time staring at Toast, so I figured she was just a fangirl and he was caught in the crossfire of fan mail and pictures or something. While Toast explored the shop with much interest, I grabbed a couple packs of batteries and handed them to the girl, who was at the cash register for some reason.

"Thank you, and will that be all?" She said, smiling intensely.

"Uh... Maybe. I'll see if my partner's found anything he wants yet..." I could've sworn her smile faltered when she heard my voice, and I'll admit, I was beginning to recognize her more, but memories could be altered by ghosts and for all I knew I was being haunted and the ghost was spinning a web of wrong memories, so I tried to ignore the feeling. I went over to Toast who was checking out some spray cans by the back of the shop with a confused look on his face, "what's that?"

"Werewolf repellent, sir. I'm checking to see what's in them to repel something like that." I walked next to him and picked up a bottle. 

The wrapping was silver with yellow letters across its and a picture of a wolf. I turned to the boy with a can in my hand. "Hello. Uh... May I test this spray?" He nodded

"But only if you stay in the shop and only use it on people who you KNOW is a werewolf."

"What if they used to be a werewolf? Would that work too?"

He shrugged, "Sure, I guess. Just spray it in their eyes, but remember, you test it you buy it."

"Thank you. Johnny, turn around for a second, please."

"Yes sir?" I sprayed him in the eyes with the stuff and a glittery liquid sprayed out, "SIR WHAT THE HECK!?"

"I'm just testing." I replied as he continuously rubbed his eyes while blindly stumbling around the shop. "It seems to work well. We'll take two." I smiled to the boy, who just looked startled, "what? we cured the werewolfism-ness a long time ago, there's nothing to be frightened of."

"DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY WATER?!" Toast blurted, running into a shelf, still rubbing his eyes,"THIS FEELS LIKE PEPPER SPRAY MADE OF HOT SAUCE!" I ran over to assist Toast by pouring some water from a canteen I carried into his eyes, but keeping a close eye on the children. They also seemed to be keeping a close eye on us, which I found weird. Normally only ghosts did that.

"Johnny, do you recognize these kids from anywhere?" I said, watching him blink a couple dozen times to get rid of the rest of the spray's pain.

"I remember the girl's smile from the woods, and the boy's voice. They were the kids helping us fight Bill."

I sighed "It's a small world, I guess. How're your eyes doing?"

"Better, sir." He replied, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve."

"Good. I say we ask the kids what they were doing in the woods, and how they knew how to deal with that Bill guy."

"Good idea. Maybe we could also get answers about those strange things from the woods. Half the things there were weirder than that one time Maddie decided to microwave gummy bears."

"Johnny, nothing is, or ever will be, weirder than that. Let's go." We both stood to see the kids standing, both with makeshift weapons pointed at the us.

-- Dipper's POV--

"Alright! Who are you and what were you doing resurrecting random demons?" I asked as threateningly as I could. Mabel held her grappling hook while I borrowed my Gruckle Ford's ray gun. We both were aiming for their heads, but oddly enough one guy kept his hands in his pocket while the other rose his own in a 'I surrender' pose.

One was pretty tall with raven black hair and a British accent. From what we had heard his name was Johnny and was most likely who hoodie guy was looking for in the woods. He was the one with his hands up. He wore expensive clothes (Dapper button up black vest, white shirt, fancy black jeans and battered dress shoes. ) and had a gun holster hanging on his belt. His eyes were red and puffy from where his partner had sprayed him with the werewolf repellent. He looked extremely startled from our surprise threat. The guy in the hoodie on the other hand seemed more like he was planning. His redish/amber eyes flew back and forth from our weapons and he didn't seem as frightened of them. He had dark brown hair but was wearing his hood over his hair proudly. He had a leather purse stringing from his left shoulder to his right hip and when he removed his hands from his pockets we could see he had black fingerless gloves on. There was a few moments of silence before he spoke.

"I am Johnny Ghost, Paranormal Investigator Extrodenare, and this is my parter Johnny Toast!" Toast smiled slightly, trembling. "And as for the resurrecting demons thing? That was an accident. You see, Toast and I got separated from each other while exploring the woods, and I decided to be a bit silly for a bit. Sorry if I didn't know that shaking random hands would bring DEMONS to this universe, but thats not how things work everywhere else I've been."

Mabel butted in, "I don't like your attitude, mister Ghost. You need a reminder of what's good for you." She marched up to the Ghost guy and stuck a smiley face sticker on his face. He was confused as heck and Toast chuckled a bit at that, but the moment of humor was gone as quickly as it had came.

"Why were you in the woods?" Toast asked, "it's like you knew the demon was going to return."

"WE were in the woods because of a giant explosion that happened. We thought something weird was going on so we followed it." I told him, looking him up and down, pointing the laser at his head. The Ghost guy seemed more frightened now than he did before, but he just stared in horror.

"That was us. I kinda screamed and made Johnny panic and set off a least twenty different land mines at once. How was I supposed to know you have eyeballs on wings here?" He then muttered something under his breath about birds and squirt guns. I decided not to ask.

"Where are you from?" Mabel asked, butting in again, smiling.

"Littlebutts, North Carolina. Home of the Acachallas and whatever else hangs out there." Toast said. "We've answered enough questions, right? can you put the guns down sir and ma'am?" Mabel nodded and helped the Toast guy to his feet, while I interfered.

"Why was Bill sucking your life from your hand? Whats so special about you so that he didn't just take over your body?" I questioned to Ghost, pointing the laser gun at him again. He was calmer now, but still a little jumpy.

"Maybe his mind was too crowded?" Toast suggested, pulling Ghost out of my line of fire, carefully. "May we go now? We just want to go back to Littlebutts, but according to my phone, the Acachalla's tried to smuggle Freddie and Freddio onto the plane, and our van's broken down." I decided not to ask, but that sounded a lot like the story Grunkle Ford told us a mintue ago,

"Right! We were looking for a mechanic!" Ghost snapped his fingers in a heroic way, "Do you know where one is?

"Seus was a repairman!" Mabel suggested, "maybe he can help when he's done with his date!"

"Sounds good. Until then, can you help us unload some of the car? It might make it easier for this Seus fellow." Mabel nodded, but I just glared. No way he really thought he was off the chain. There was too much going on earlier, and I want answers.

--Johnny Toast POV--

Turns out they can drive a golf cart better than I can a real car. I will admit a was slightly nervous, but in no time at all we hit the car (literally, the golf cart smashed into the side) and got to work unloading and talking a bit

"So what's your relation to each other?" Mabel asked, pointing at me and Johnny.

I shrugged, "Childhood friend. What about you with him?"

"We're twins." Dipper called from behind a box of flashlights and bullets, At this, Ghost cracked a smile.

"Johnny, your not alone anymore!"

"I would prefer we don't mention him, sir." I tried walking past the Gravity falls sign to put down something heavy, but instead I face planted against a force field or something. "Sir, what kind of black magic is this?"

"The weirdness magnet!" Mabel and Dipper spouted simontantiouly. 

"The Who to the WHAT now?" Ghost tried knocking on casing, loudly.

"Long story short?"

"Sure, I guess." I said, sitting down.

"You guys are trapped here."