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A circle of candles stood in front of Gideon, the fire flickering casting small shadows. In the center was a picture of the one and only Stanford Pines, red sharpie had crossed out his eyes that held a ‘I can sell you anything stare’.
Gideon flicked out his match and smirked. “You think that combination is safe in your mind Stanford? We’ll see what my new minion has to say about that!”
He held the book open with one hand and began the dreaded chant. "Triangulum, entangulum. Veneforis dominus ventium. Veneforis venetisarium!”
Everything was quiet.
Gideon blinked, and then he began to fume, where was his new minion?!
Suddenly he was knocked back onto his lil ol’ behind by a small blast of fire that came from the inside of the circle. The picture was still standing along with a note that read:
I’m not going to appear for that sorry summoning circle, try again, you living ventriloquist dummy.
Bill.
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“Lick that elbow, Lick that elbow!” Mabel chanted excitedly.
Soos sighed, he looked up with defeat. “Like the infinite horizon, it eludes my grasp.”
Mabel paused, the sound of a small gremlin screaming had reached her ears. “Is that who I think it is?”
She and Soos followed the noise to a small clearing where Gideon was angrily chanting something about triangles. Mabel snickered. “I think he’s lost his marbles.”
Soos nodded, cracking a grin. “I don’t think he’s playing with a full deck of magic cards, Dude!”
Mabel high fived the large man. “Good one, Soos!”
The two left Gideon alone to his angry ranting.
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Note after note began to pop up.
The candles are too short
You call that a circle?
Come on this is basic latin!
Gideon screamed.
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Bill was watching Demon Star in his dimension. The small meat stack was lighting matchstick after matchstick trying to summon him. Normally, Bill didn’t care how he was summoned, but this presumptuous meat sack called him a minion.
A Minion.
He cackled as the meat sack screamed. This was some of the best torture he is done ever. He summoned popcorn and changed his eye into a mouth for a second to eat and enjoy his entertainment..
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The family was watching T.V when Dipper heard screaming.
“What was that?” He asked.
Mabel shrugged reaching for the popcorn. “ Gideon. He was doing it earlier, he hasn’t done anything.”
“Should we be concerned about an Angry Gideon?” Dipper asks, confused.
Gruncle Stan took a sip of his beer. “Is he near my safe?”
“...No.”
Gruncle Stan took another sip. “Then I don’t care.”
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A literal ventriloquist Dummy could do better!
The candles aren’t evenly spaced out.
There’s wax leaking everywhere!
What are you, blind?
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The chants and screaming continued for several hours. Dipper was seriously sleep deprived by the time he decided to go tell Gideon to shut up. He took a flashlight, he didn’t need it though, the screaming was a better GPS than anything.
Gideon was huffing around candles with a pile of notes next to him. “Triangulum… uff… entangulum… fwe, Venefo-”
“Gideon, what are you doing?” Dipper interrupted yawning. Gideon glared at him, his hair was out of place and he looked livid. “That stupid triangle is givin’ lil’ ol’ ME, critiscim on how to make a summoning circle!”
Dipper picked up one of the notes.
Close, but no cigar. I have standards you know. Go back to preschool and learn how to make an actual circle.
He sent Gideon a tired skeptical look. “You can’t make a circle?”
“You think it’s so easy?” Gideon shoved the journal into Dippers chest. “You try!”
A less sleep deprived Dipper would have taken note of the fact that Gideon had a journal, he also would have laughed and not even thought about summoning a demon. This Dipper was sleep deprived and really hated Gideon. Dipper re-lit the candles and began reading the chant.
“Triangulum, entangulum. Veneforis dominus ventium. Veneforis venetisarium!”
The world turned grey and animals stopped moving, an evil laughter filled the air. A triangle shape burned into the air. “Wow Gravity Falls! it is good to be back!” The triangle’s eye looked like it could have been grinning. “The name’s Bill.”
“Oh Come on!” Gideon cried.
Bill bowed to Dipper. “Nice summoning Pine tree, best I’ve ever seen in a long time.”
Dipper was too tired to care about this.
He went home and went to bed.