The Cipher twins wandered through the night, the streets were packed with kids and adults in costumes. Jack-o-melons littered the pavements, lighting their path. Eventually, they arrived at the place the Oak twins are planned to meet them.

"It's really weird that we're hanging out with literal copies of our friends," Will spoke. "You think they'll be like our Dipper and Mabel?"

Bill shrugged. "Well, the Dipper clone looked like he wanted to kill me on the spot, so probably."

"And the twin that looked like Mabel wasn't any different from our one," The blue haired boy noted. "At least, she's not like Mabel Gleeful, that woman was scary."

"Speaking of Gleeful, are you gonna fall in love with this version of Dipper too?" Bill asked him, suspiciously.

Will turned bright red. "No! And what about you, huh? Are you planning to flirt with Dipper's mortal counterpart?"

"If it'll piss him off, maybe," Bill answered, truthfully.

"You're unbelievable sometimes," Will sighed.

Bill was about to respond, when he was interrupted by a distant yell. "Hey! There you are!"

The two turned, and running towards them, were non other than Dipper and Mabel Oak. Last time, Bill hadn't been examining them properly, to see they had some defining features. Other Mabel had her brown hair tied into a ponytail, and a pink sweater wrapped around her waist. As for her brother, Other Dipper looked more scrappy than the uniformed Guardian. He had a band-aid on his left cheek, messy brown hair, and a bright red jacket.

"Weird, I thought you two would ditch us," Dipper remarked, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Couldn't if I wanted to, Red Pine," Bill grinned.

The boy looked at him strangely. "Nicknames, already? And why Red Pine of all things?"

"Would you rather prefer Shortcake?"

"What did you say, you human waste basket?" Dipper growled.

"Dipper! I'm actually hoping to make friends this summer," Mabel chastised, and her brother grumbled under his breath.

Mabel then smiled in the direction of the Cipher twins "So, I was thinking we can go around the neighborhood, and get to know each other better?"

"Sounds great," Will said. "And I apologize for any remarks my brother might use now or in the near future."

"And I'm fully prepared to pay you in case Dipper sends your brother to the hospital," Mabel said.

"If he can even beat me," Bill scoffed.

"You are aware I'm holding a shovel, right?" The male brunette deadpanned.

Mabel tossed them both a stern look. "If you two are done threatening each other, we should be off by now."

Will nodded, following the girl, while Bill and Dipper walked along in the back. After a while, Will and Mabel started chatting in front, while the other two boys stayed quiet. Then, Bill turned to look at the brunette beside him, that was when he noticed something.

In the center of the boy's forehead, almost hidden away by his brown hair, was a peculiar shaped birthmark. Amazingly, it looked like the star constellation, the Big Dipper. Bill couldn't stop himself from staring, but before he could, Dipper turned to him.

"I see, that you noticed the birthmark," He said, calmly.

"Yeah," Bill said, awkwardly. "Sorry to stare."

Dipper shrugged. "It's not like I bother to hide it, so I expect people to stare."

Bill regarded him hesitantly. "Er, is that how you got your name?"

"Nickname, actually," He replied. "Dipper isn't my real name."

"Oh, and what is?"

"I rather not say."

Bill leaned closer to him. "C'mon, tell me."

"No," Dipper told him.

"Red Pine! I'm curious!" The blond whined.

The brunette rolled his eyes. "Oh my god, if I tell you, will you shut up?"

Bill smirked. "Probably."

"Close enough," The other boy sighed. "My real name is Tyrone."

With that, Bill was immediately reminded of Pine Tree's infamous clone that kidnapped him. He tried not to make a bitter expression.

"Tyrone? So, should I call you Ty for short?"

"Hell no," Dipper said, angrily. "I hate that name with a passion, and I don't want to be called anything associated with it."

"Very well, Red Pine it is," Bill chuckled.

They continued to walk in silence, and Bill glanced at the other's birthmark again. He wondered if his Pine Tree had something similar, he should check once he returned to the shack, he might get killed in the process, but it'll be worth a shot.

All of a sudden, the silence was broken once more, when Dipper Oak asked. "So, I'm assuming you and the walking blueberry been here for a while now?"

"Pretty much," Bill answered.

"So, you're aware of the weird creatures?"

"Yep."

Dipper narrowed his eyes. "So...you won't freak out if I tell you a strange man is following us?"

Bill stopped dead in his tracks, and slowly turned. Red Pine was correct, a few blocks away, a ridiculously tall man stood. In the ominous lighting of the jack-o-melons, it was revealed that he was wearing a trenchcoat, a raggedy hat, and a smiley face mask.

Dipper settled beside Bill, glaring at the figure suspiciously. "I don't like this," He said.

"We should run," Bill whispered to him.

"Yeah, I don't run," The brunette said, lifting up his shovel.

Before Red Pine could walk forward, Mabel and Will approached them.

"Hey, why did you guys stop?" Mabel asked them.

"Well, it appears that some creep is following us," Bill told them, nodding towards the stranger.

"Oh man, should I pull out the whistle?" Will asked.

Bill shook his head. "No, you can't. I threw it away a few days ago."

"Why would you do that!?" His brother exclaimed.

"Because whistles attract wild dogs, I told you this!"

"If I get kidnapped tonight, you are paying the ransom!"

"Sure, unless they accept coupons."

"You two!" Dipper snapped at the brothers. "Pay attention, what are we gonna do about--"

He paused, his eyes widened. A moment later, the others realized something: the man was gone.

Bill squinted at the empty pavement. "Where did he--"

"Greetings."

The group jolted in shock, and rotated around to see the man looming over them. There was only darkness behind his mask.

"Hello, young ones," He said, his voice unbelievably raspy. "Nice to meet you this fine night."

Will gulped. "Hello to you, too...Also, I need an adult."

The creature tilted his head. "I am an adult."

"Oh."

Bill stepped forward defensively. "What do you want with us, you trenchcoat wearing weirdo?"

"Easy answer," The man growled. He pointed a skeletal finger in the Bill and Will's direction. "You two have defied me, and now I want vengeance."

The brothers could only stare. Then, Will blurted out. "Wait! We don't even know you."

The group backed away, as the man stepped closer. An unsettling stench drifted off him, so nauseatingly sweet. "I'm surprise you haven't heard of me."

"Why should we?" Dipper snapped, holding his shovel.

"Because I am the most feared monster of Summerween."

Will gasped softly. "The Summerween Trickster."

The man laughed dryly. "Glad to see you finally recognized me."

Bill shook his head in disbelief. "That's impossible! You're a myth."

The man laughed some more, the second time more menacing, creating an astrosphere of fear. It was interrupted, when a little kid walked over, dressed as a pirate,"

"Hello! My name is Gourny!" He smiled. "Can you give me directions to my address?"

Then, before anyone could comprehend it, the man's neck began to split open, revealing rows of teeth under his grey skin. The group screamed in terror, when the monster grabbed the kid by the head and swallowed him whole.

"Gourny!" Mabel cried.

"There's only one way to avoid his fate," The man said. "If you collect 500 pieces of candy, and bring it to me before the last jack-o-melon goes out...you will live."

"500 pieces of candy?" Bill repeated. "That's impossible!"

"Do it, or die," The monster sneered. "See you soon, children..."

Then, he leaped into the air without effort, landing on a nearby roof of a house, before disappearing into the darkness. The group was silent, taking this all in at once.

"We can't do this!" Will said, frightfully. "There's no way we can collect that much candy in one night!"

Bill placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder. "Don't worry, we can just buy the candy."

"That's not an option now," Dipper said. "All the nearest stores are closed. The only way to get candy now is by trick or treating."

"And that's exactly what we're gonna do!" Mabel exclaimed, suddenly.

Her brother looked at her with uncertainty. "You really think we can do it?"

"Of course, we're all twins for god's sake," She said. "We can get enough candy in no time!"

"I guess we have no choice," Bill sighed. "We should start now."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and proceeded walking. Their eyes were glued on the passing jack-o-melons the whole time.

"Figures," Red Pine scoffed. "Just when I was hoping for a normal night out."

Bill stifled a laugh. "Normal and this town don't mix. I should know, my brother and are currently being hunted by a demonic redhead and his sister."

Dipper's eyes lit in recognition. "The demonic redhead you speak of...what's their name?"

"Kill Cipher. You know him?"

"Ugh, that perverted raspberry punk," The brunette remarked. "Yeah, I know him. He's been terrorising my family last summer, I thought he was gone for good."

"The guy's basically unstoppable. I once plunged an axe into his stomach, and I still doubt he's dead. You?"

"I used this same shovel to crack his skull open."

"Oh, so that's what that red stain is," Bill realized. "And he still didn't feel pain?"

The brunette sighed. "Worse, he enjoyed it."

"Gross," Bill commented. "Also, you sound pretty aggressive for someone so cute."

"I'm not cute," Dipper snapped, flushing.

The blond chuckled. "Are you sure? Because you're literally the human version of what an angry kitten would look like."

"That is so true," Mabel agreed.

Her brother glared at her. "Mabel!"

The female brunette ignored him, then went to address the group:

"Listen up, people!" Mabel called, catching their attention. "It's time we venture into our destiny, collect as many pieces of candy as you can, and we'll all meet in the center. For glory!"

She ran ahead of them, with Will barely catching up. Bill and Red Pine hesitated, before following them into the dimly lit neighborhood.