Scrapped Deal With It Sequel
"Ah," Anti-Mabel said, "it's good to have you back."
"Can I recall the fact that you are not exactly a fan of sweaters, kiddo?" Bill asked.
To his surprise, she smirked a little, as if she herself was expecting him to ask that question.
"Yes, Cipher," she replied, "you are right about that. However, this sweater is an exclusion, and by not looking at it, you obviously didn't realise the significance."
That gave Bill a hunch, so he decided to look at it himself. It turned out that the sweater in fact did have that significance: the symbol was a shooting star.
"Gotta say, Shooting Star," Bill swooped back quickly into her mind, "I'm impressed. Genuinely."
"Still don't know why changing to a sweater can give you a good impression." Anti-Mabel replied. "That aside, for your information, we're going to head to the journals' locations."
She couldn't really see, but she knew that Bill's thirst for the journals was strong, especially after she enticed the dream demon of her dimension's Journal 4. For now, she was going to let him feel a sense of trust and safety first. She snapped once more, and they were now in Gravity Falls.
Bill, on the other hand, was in awe when he actually got to see the Anti-Dimension's 'city of weirdness'. In fact, the town looked extremely normal, as any other city in Oregon - heck, even just as boring as the whole United States. Thankfully, before even questioning, Anti-Mabel had the answer.
"Oh, this town is still just as paranormal as it is," she said, "but you see, this can give everyone coming to the town a sense of false safety in their short-sighted minds."
A few moments later, she, along with Bill, arrived at the Mystery Shack. Or rather, what was the location of the Mystery Shack in the dimension he wrecked havoc on, because there was nothing that gave the triangle a sense of familiarity when the LED sign 'The Zero-Point-One Journal' continued to flash. Suddenly, guards around the building surrounded Anti-Mabel.
"You have the right to remain silent!"
"Is Jesus Alzamirano Ramirez here?" She asked rather casually.
"Hold your fire!"
The billionaire was nothing Bill would remember from his own encounter: a suit, a cane, and most important of all, he was fit.
"No business partners call my middle name - only you do." He said happily. "Mabel!"
"Nice to see you again, Soos."