It's been...Like....almost 9 years since the twins left Gravity falls. Mabel and Dipper made sure to keep contact with you, updating you about how things are going for them.

While you informed them on how everything is going in Gravity falls. You'd drop by the mystery shack once in a while for nostalgia sake and to say hello to Soos and his girlfriend. Stanley and Stanford would also give you calls or even mail you some items they find on their expeditions...

Everything was going great until you heard a knock on the door, "Hey! If it isn't my favorite lil meat bag!" The floating triangle that made your life hell years ago was now in front of your door. You slammed it shut immediately, "Hey no. Come on, I'm a changed man." Bill only phased through the wall, "So you see. I need your help".

Bill held out some papers, "I'm enrolled in this silly little program but you flesh bags call it, therapy. I've been there for a while and I have with one final test. To reconcile with some old....acquaintances, and you being one of them." He explained as he floated next to you. "And to prove that I've been such a good boy, they need someone to watch over me while I go on my 'apology tour'"

He proceed to hand you some of the documents and where you needed to sign proving that you've witnessed Bill's good deeds. "And seeing that you're my bestest friend the in entire multiverse right now...can you please sign? Pwetty please?" Bill pleaded with an attempt of puppy eyes.

Before you can raise your suspicion, "And trust me. It's not like either of us have a choice, let's just say they put a teeny tiny binding spell on me. Meaning I can't hurt ya if I wanted sweet cheeks." Bill was seeing that you we're not convinced, so with a snap of his finger he turned into... A human? He looked like a young man, probably choosing this form to be more appealing and less threatening. "Like what ya see? I'm been practicing on this form for a while."

"Now are you going to help me or not? Tick, tock sweet cheeks."