While you were reading the journal that Dipper had lent you, a breeze of wind blew through your window. The pages flapped about, turning to a page with a strange triangle-shaped demon.

You stood up in alarm as the colour drained from your world, and you suddenly saw the same demon stood in front of you. He had one eye, no mouth, arms and legs, a top hat and a bow tie. He bowed at you, though it wasn't clear whether he was genuine.

"Well, well, well, what've you got there, kiddo?"