Masterpiece

Part 1

Bill Cipher leaned back in the mindscape. He was in the mood to cause some trouble, probably in Gravity Falls. He let his mind wander, and suddenly remembered Khoshekh, the perfect instrument for destruction. He closed his eye, and focused on Night Vale. He felt the wind flowing past him, and then stop. Bill looked around, he landed in a small town in the desert, in front of a door with a sign saying Night Vale Community Radio Station. He zipped in, the door banging shut behind him.

"Hey Cecil!" he said, stopping in the recording studio, where Cecil Palmer was rifling through legal papers, thinking about Carlos.

"Hi, wait a second, who are you?" Cecil demande, dropping the papers on the floor.

"I'm Bill Cipher. By the way, I need to borrow Khoshekh, don't know how long. Bye!"

Cecil sat and stared at the wall where the bright yellow triangle with a top hat used to be, until he realized what was happening. Leaping up, he raced to the men's bathroom, only to see Bill Cipher with an arm tucked around Khoshekh.

"Bye!" Bill called out, before disappearing with the floating cat.

Mabel was rolling on the ground of the attic bedroom with Waddles, her pig, as Dipper stood near by. Dipper sighed and left their bedroom, shaking his head. Right now, their Grunkle Stan was out who-knows-where, and the other people that work at the Mystery Shack were gone. At least no one could see Mabel rolling around with her pig. He entered the living room, and screamed, racing back to the attic where he and his sister slept. "Mable! Purple floating cat! Down stairs! No, don't go down there! It could be dangerous!" He was to late though, and Mable was sprinting down to the living room.

She skidded to a stop, and stared at the cat. "Its, its beautiful..." Mabel stuttered, eyes growing as she took in the image. Writing began appearing on a paper beneath the cat. As if written by some invisible hand, the words, "His name is Khoshekh," appeared. Khoshekh roared like a lion, causing Mabel to jump back, into Dipper who was standing behind her. Then the invisible hand continued, "I think he is hungry. He likes Low-Calorie Science Diet Cat Food." Mable immediately spun around to face Dipper and demanded, "Where do we get cat food for my cat?"

"Kids? Kids!" Grunkle Stan called out. Tripping down the stairs, Dipper and Mabel came into the living room. "Why do we have a purple cat hovering in my living room?" He asked, striding over to it purposefully. "No! It's my cat! It just appeared here and I claim it! You can't take him!" Mabel shouted.

"Mabel, Grunkle Stan is right, we can see it's spine, and skull even! It's probably dangerous!" Dipper exclaimed.

Mabel shook her head stubbornly. "No. It is mine."

At that point, Waddles decided to come downstairs, and saw the cat. The pig started racing around the room and squealing painfully, finally stopping to hide behind the couch. "See Mabel, even Waddles doesn't like it." Dipper tried, walking over to pet Waddles.

"Yeah, listen to your brother, and go get me more coffee," Grunkle Stan interjected.

As they walked over to the kitchen, Dipper continued to try to persuade Mabel, "You don't even know how to take care of cats! How do you accept..." When they came back, they saw their Grunkle pushing with all his might at the floating cat that wasn't moving at all.

"Well Dipper, my cat looks like it's staying!" crowed Mabel triumphantly.

Grunkle Stan shrugged, "At least I'll have a new attraction," and left to get horns to tie to the cat's head. Dipped sighed, and pulled out journal 3. He might be able to use that to get his sister to give up her new addition to the household.