Adrain Pines is the oldest adopted son of the Pines family, who unfortunately had to leave for the summer along with his two young siblings, to stay with their Great Uncle Stan for the summer, who lives in a mysterious, sleepy town in Oregon named G...
Allison: This is bad...The rift is shattered. Bill's world is spilling into ours and every minute his powers grow stronger.
Adrain: Wait, Mabel! She's still out there!
Adrain immediately went to run and go find her, but Allison stopped him.
Allison: Adrain, listen, I know you're worried about your little sister, but we need to stop Bill. If we don't, it won't matter if we can find her or not.
Adrain: And how do you suppose we do that?
Dipper: Are you sure defeating Bill is even possible at this point?
Ford: No. I'm not sure. But being a hero means fighting back even when it seems impossible. Will you follow me?
Dipper: To the ends of the Earth.
Allison looked at Adrain.
Allison: Will you help me?
Adrain just looked at Allison for a few seconds and spoke up.
Adrain: I will.
Allison smiled at Adrain, but Ford spoke up.
Ford: We need to get inside, now!
Adrain and Allison looked back and saw a purple wave coming straight for them. They just barely made it inside, being shielded within the shack. After grabbing two large cases, the four of them snuck into town and up to a bell tower, directly behind Bill.
Bill: Ready to cause some fucking havoc, boys?
Bill's friends: HELL YEAH!
In the Clock tower, Allison and Ford both pulled out different weapons, both looking like Railguns.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Ford: Ah, my quantum destabilizer. I've been waiting a long time to use this.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Allison: We should have enough fire power to blast him back through.
Ford: We're only gonna have one chance to take this shot. (Aims it at Bill) Steady... steady... and...
