I have no clue if anyone reads these, I just wanted to say that not every story I post, like my last one, will be Grojband related, even though my name is a Grojband reference. Just wanted to get that out there. Sorry I've been gone for so long.

Mystery Shack...

"C'mon, focus!"

15-year-old Dipper stood in the kitchen, fiddling with a camera on a tripod and trying to get it in focus. A red, plaid shirt covered his upper arms, but other than that, everything had stayed the same since he was twelve. Well, clothing wise.

"Alright, in 3...2...1!"

He backed into the frame, enough to where his trademark pine tree cap was visible. A red light blinked from the camera, showing that it was recording.

"Hello, and welcome to a new segment of "Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained." In this new segment, I'll be focusing on none other than..." He then held up a cardboard sign with the word "demons" scrawled on it.

"During my three summers spent in Gravity Falls, I've encountered many abnormal creatures," Dipper continued, "Ghosts, goblins, gnomes," He shuddered at the thought of the last one, "But a certain creature has decided to stick around with me. A lot longer than I hoped he would..."

As if on cue, an 18-year-old-looking boy burst through the kitchen doorway, decked out in a yellow sweater-vest, white dress shirt, jeans, high, laced-up boots, and a stupid, little black bow tie. His hair was a dirty blonde color, and a small top hat sat atop his head.

Bill Cipher.

"Whaddya mean I've stuck around longer than you hoped I would? Having me around is fantastic!" He said while making exaggerated hand gestures.

Dipper sighed. "Never mind, Bill. Don't think to hard about it. Anyways, since he's made it clear that he doesn't want to leave me alone, no matter how many times I've asked him to, I decided that I'm going to record all of the strange things he does, and teach the world about demons. Because who knows when we're gonna need it."

Hearing this, Bill muttered under his breath, "Maybe I should record all the things you do that seem strange to me."

Dipper rolled his eyes and carried on. "Last weekend, Bill was nosing around in the kitchen, and found the sugar jar..."

Flashback...

Bill was standing in front of an open kitchen cabinet, shifting through boxes of cereal, crackers, unopened cans of Brown Meat, and many other things, all while muttering to himself.

"Why did I have to get stuck in a meat sack when I came back? My true form is much more flattering."

He came across a loaf of bread that he immediately shoved to the side.

"And why does human food look so strange? Like a glob of wheat covered in birdseed. How do humans eat these things?"

While shoving things around inside the cabinet, he found a small white jar. Looking confused, Bill pulled it out, and opened it, revealing mounds of white, crystal-looking powder.

"What in the name Weird Maggedon is this stuff?"

Curious, he dipped his finger in the jar and licked it. His eyes grew wide the minute the sweet crystals touched his tongue.

"Wow. This stuff is good!"

No less than 5 minutes later...

"Hey, Bill, would you mind- Holy crap, what did you do?!"

As Dipper walked through the kitchen doorway, he was greeted by the "pleasant" sight of Bill Cipher sitting on the counter, surrounded by random piles of sugar, and an empty sugar jar that had fallen on the floor, or knocked over during Bill's crazed sugar high. Whichever seemed reasonable.

Bill gave no response. He just twitched.

"Oh, god. I have a horrible feeling this'll be worse then that time Mabel practically got high off Smile Dip." Dipper shook his head, and began cleaning up the mess.

Spoiler Alert: It was worse.

Flashback Over...

"Oh, yeah! That was a fun time!" Bill remarked.

"No, it wasn't," Dipper retorted, "at least, not for me. You got really territorial when I tried to clean up the mounds of sugar, and tried to bite me. I had to wait till you crashed to clean the mess up!"

Bill rolled his eyes. Pine Tree just didn't understand.

Dipper decided to continue. "But, what happened after Bill's sugar high isn't that important. Point is, I found out he likes sugar. So, I decided that I would introduce him to human candy, because (1) that way he won't go through a couple of sugar jar refills a week, and (2) so Grunkle Stan won't yell at me for my "friend" being on a crazed sugar high and freaking out tourists."

He turned to Bill. "I'll be back. Don't screw around with the camera, because I will find out." And he got up and left the room.

With Dipper being gone, Bill perceived this as a perfect opportunity to talk about his sugar rush experience.

"'Ole Pine Tree's cute, isn't he? He also exaggerates. What happened after I consumed half a jar of that sweet, sweet, crystallized goodness was not the way Pine Tree told it." He scoffed. "He's such a liar. Anyways, being on what humans call a "sugar rush" is amazing! And being a demon makes it even more fun! First, you get all twitchy, then bright colors sort of melt into your vision, and then all you can see are bright, blinding colors, like those "music videos" Shooting Star showed me, and then, after the colors have blinded you for five seconds, everything goes black and the-''

Bill shut his mouth as Dipper walked back into the kitchen, carrying a bag.

"Oh, hey, Pine Tree! Whatcha got there?"

Dipper raised an eyebrow. "It's the candy. Were you messing around with the camera?"

N-no, not at all!"

Dipper shrugged and sat down in front of the camera. "I brought a small assortment of classic human candy, and by small, I mean I brought five pieces because I don't need a crazed dream demon running around the shack."

Bill nodded and gave Dipper's back a look of annoyance. Pine Tree didn't want him to have any fun.

Dipper pulled out a box of Skittles from the bag and set it on the table. Bill eyed it suspiciously as Dipper opened it. He put some in his hand and held it out to show Bill.

"Alright, Bill, these are Skittles, and- oh, God!" Dipper was interrupted by Bill trying to eat them out of his hand like a dog. A dog with very sharp teeth and unknown chemicals in it's saliva.

"What the hell, Bill? Calm down, I'm giving them to you in a sec." Bill rolled his eyes again. He seemed to enjoy doing that.

"As I was saying," Dipper continued explaining the candy to Bill, ignoring his eye rolls, "these taste just like sugar, for the most part."

"What do you mean, "for the most part?" What else do they taste like, huh?" Bill grabbed the box and began to inspect it.

"Well, Bill, most candy is flavored to taste like fruit or something. So, it's not gonna taste like straight sugar."

Bill shrugged. "Alright, Pine Tree, I've read the terms and conditions and the warnings, just gimme the candy already!"

Dipper handed the candy off to Bill, who immediately shoved it in his mouth. He chewed for awhile before swallowing. He looked skeptical.

"Alright. It's okay, I guess. Not a fan of the flavor." Bill said, sounding bored.

Dipper shrugged and grabbed the next candy. Just a simple bar of chocolate. He unwrapped it and gave it to the demon.

Bill greedily took a large bite of the bar. His eyes widened at the taste. He went for a another bite, and another, and another, until he finished the whole bar.

"Do you have another one of those, Pine Tree? Damn, those are good!"

Dipper laughed. "Do you even want to try the next candy? 'Cause if you don't, I'm giving it to Mabel."

Bill shook his head, eyes still large.

"Alright then." Dipper turned to face the camera, "That concludes this episode of "Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained: Demon edition." Hope you've enjoyed."

Dipper turned off the camera, and was about to leave to go watch the footage, when Mabel put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

She, unlike Dipper, changed a lot. Her signature pink sweater had been cropped, and she had a pair of light denim overalls over it. She wasn't wearing any shoes, just black and white striped knee-high socks.

"Soooo...do I get the candy, or not?"

Hope y'all enjoyed the first chapter, personally, I really like it. Thanks for reading.