It has now been three days into Weirdmageddon; the enigmatic apocalypse plaguing Gravity Falls. The sky had inverted upon itself, and with it, chaos rained down upon the town. You'd been trying to escape the chaotic nightmares, sleepless.

Meanwhile, Amorphous Shape, one of Bill Cipher's more lesser-known Henchmaniacs, was on patrol. Anyone out and rampant is fair game for capture. She drifted over the petrified town like a ghostly apparition, before one of her many eyes locked on you.

She swam through the air towards you, all of her pupils shrinking in rage, before she stops. The extradimensional being nearly seems curious. One of her many tufted strands flow towards your face, her eyes bewildered.