𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕎𝕙𝕪

ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖

I follow Dipper to a hut. The Mystery Shack. I walk in. Yup, it looked sad. There were overly high prices. Weird displays.

"This place is depressing." I say. 

"Hah. She may look sad but she's home." Dipper said. 

"Ooh you're handsome." A girl said walking over. 

She looked like Dipper. She wore a pink sweater. Pink, gross. I almost hate that color as much as I hate gold.

"This is my friend. This is my sister Mabel." Dipper introduced me. 

I smell her. Ugh. She smelled like all things happy. I don't mind happiness, but where I come from happiness equals money and drugs. 

"You look like the boy version of Snow White." Mabel said. 

"I take that as a compliment." I say. 

"So where are you from dude?" Soos asked. 

I looked at him. 

"Is he a demon?" I ask.

"Hah. No." Dipper said. 

"I'm Soos." Soos said. 

"I'm... uh not from here." I say. 

I heard a loud bang. I turn. I see smoke. What's going on? I see an old man with six fingers come out. He wore glasses and had a big nose. 

"Nobody panic that was an accident." He said.

I look at him. Dipper had told me he wrote the journals. He has seen him. He has seen the yellow triangle. Dipper took my hand. He led me to the man.

"Great Uncle Ford, this is my friend." Dipper said. 

"Charmed, do you have a name?" Uncle Ford asked. 

"Do you want to know it?" I ask. 

"I...um..." Uncle Ford stammered. 

"Yeah, what is your name?" Mabel said. 

"Would you believe me if I told you?" I ask. 

"We've delt with weird stuff all the time your name can't be that weird. Who are you?" Dipper asked. 

"I go by two most common names. Satan. The Devil." I say. 

Dipper and Mabel grew silent. Everyone went silent. Soos dropped his drill. 

"My true name is Lucifer, and yes, I am the Devil." I admit.