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Everyone settled in without too much hassle, save Mabel (who had "misplaced" a large tub of "edible" glitter).

We planned our invasion of the cult out in secret, that night when both Stans had gone to bed and we were sure that they were asleep.

"Okay, so first and foremost we attempt to summon Bill here, or um...in the forest," I started.

Ella cut in, "Ill be the one who does that while you guys prepare alibis and stories for our identities."

"Why?" Someone asks. I didn't catch who asked, exactly.

"So Bill won't know your faces when you invade. I'm your home base person."

Ella continued, "Then if he doesn't remember anything, or something happens, we-"

"Wait." I got up, turning all the eyes I could find away from us. "Continue."

"We invade the cult. We'll invade as Alcor's wheel members. Dipper, um...can you remember those symbols?"

"Um...sure. I'll try." I said, closing my eyes trying to remember.

When I had initially transformed, I missed it at the time, but my wheel was planted in my brain. What they didn't know is that it faded every day I suppressed being Alcor.

I didn't even notice when my skin began its shift to black bricks.

I didn't even notice when my hands set on fire.

But I did notice my Grunkles rushing into the room, yelling.

Oh SHiT.