"Bill, what is this?" Dipper asked.

"The gate to hell," Bill replied.

"It's our new exhibit," Will corrected.

The three were gathered right outside the shack, and were studying a hole at their feet. The said hole was wide, and inside was an endless spiral of darkness.

"Exhibit?" Dipper repeated.

"Yeah, your wacko uncle thought this bottomless pit would drive in some customers," Bill explained.

"Of course," The brunette sighed. "And, why did you drag me over here?"

"Well--"

"Hey, Bill!"

They turned, seeing Mabel and Wendy rushing towards them. There was something peculiar about them, because they were holding a bunch of things.

"What's going on here?" Dipper asked, as the two women paused in front of them.

"Since we have this pit, we might as while get rid of stuff that is no longer use to us," Bill said. "Which means, you can finally get rid of that dorky uniform, Pine Tree."

"It's not dorky, it's professional!" Dipper protested.

"And severely outdated," Mabel chuckled, and her brother shot her a glare.

Meanwhile, Wendy placed a large box in front of Bill. "Here's all the stuff you asked me to gather."

"I thought I asked you to bring Gompers too," The blond reminded.

"Bill, I am not letting you throw a live goat into a pit."

Bill pouted, while Will bent down to look inside the box.

"Wow, there's so much old stuff in here," Will mused. He reached in, and pulled out a battered teddy bear. "Aww, it's Mr Blueberry! I forgot I brought him along with me. Man, this gives me some nostalgia--"

"Nostalgia begone!" Bill shouted, grabbing the bear from his twin and dropping it into the pit.

"Mr Blueberry! Nooooo!" Will screamed, watching the bear disappear into the darkness. "Bill, why did you do that!?"

"Mr Blueberry lived a long life, he will be missed," Bill said. "Also, you didn't notice, but he was covered in maggots."

"Ugh, you could've told me earlier!" Will gasped, attempting to wipe his hands on the grass beneath him.

"I wanna throw stuff, too!" Mabel beamed, excitingly.

"Go ahead, Shooting Star," Bill said.

Mabel nodded, then held up what she'd been holding. A busted up sewing machine.

"Goodbye, old friend," She said, before throwing the object down the hole. "We made many memories together...and caused many fires."

Bill went next, throwing down a game console he recently grabbed from the box. "So long, crappy game console I bought from a sketchy internet site."

Will took out a shoebox tapped shut, and then tossed it into the pit as while. Wendy looked at him curiously.

"Hey Will, what was in there?"

"Uh, nothing special," He said, simply.

"Guys, should we really be standing this close?" Dipper advised.

"It's all good, bro-bro," Mabel reassured.

However, things took a turn, when a strong wind suddenly picked up. The group stared in shock, as the current of air pushed at them with force.

"Everyone, inside!" Bill instructed.

They prepared to do just that, when a yell pierced the air. They turned, to see Will almost falling into the pit, gripping desperately at the edge. They quickly ran to his aid, but just when they were about to help him up, the wind picked up again, pushing them into the pit.

They screamed, as they fell through the darkness. After a while, they eventually stopped, looking around in confusion.

"Well, this sucks," Wendy commented.

While in the air, Dipper managed to pull out his sword. It then emitted a blue glow, which gave them a bit of light.

"There has to be an end to this, we could be hitting something at any moment," Dipper said.

Everyone braced themselves, but nothing happened.

"Looks like we're stuck here for a while," Bill sighed.

"I'm really sorry, guys," Will said.

"It's going to be okay, Will," Wendy told him, gently.

"Yeah, let's not worry so much about it," Mabel said. "How about, we past the time by telling stories?"

"Do you really think this is the appropriate time?" Dipper snapped.

"Either that, or we wait silently for our death," Bill said. "Plus, I think it'll do us good to relieve some stress."

"Bill is right," Mabel said, then added. "So, who wants to go first?"

"I guess, I'll go first," Will decided. "This story ain't all that interesting, though. It happened a few weeks ago..."

❇❇❇

Wendy and Bill were outside the shack, playing with water guns. Bill yelped when a spray of water hit him square in the head, and Wendy laughed in return.

"That's a point for me, Cipher," She said, triumphantly.

"No way, my back was turned!" Bill protested, brushing his wet blond locks out of his eyes.

"Never turn your back on a water duel," Wendy told him, aiming the water gun at him. "Now, repent for your sins!"

"Never!" The blond yelled.

"You leave me no choice, partner," She said, in a fake Western accent, then sprayed him with water.

Bill protested loudly, but couldn't help but laugh a bit. Their fun was soon interrupted, when a familiar face showed up.

"Guys!" Will screamed, approaching them quickly. "I think I just got bitten by a snake! I need a doctor quick!"

Bill burst out laughing. "Oh man, I can't take you seriously with that squeaky voice of yours."

"What?" Will asked.

"Yeah, I have to agree with Bill," Wendy said. "That voice of yours is kinda adorable, actually."

"My voice?" The blue haired boy frowned. "Sure, it cracks, but not that much...does it?"

Bill tilted his head. "Dude, your voice cracks so much that Red and I made a techno remix of it."

"You didn't," Will remarked.

Bill gave him a challenging look.

A while later, once Wendy and Bill were dry, they were inside and making Will listen to a tape recording of his voice.

"Hey there! My name is Will C-C-Cipher! Nice to meet you, C-C-Cipher!"

Wendy and Bill laughed, while Will frowned. "I don't really sound like that, do I?"

"Wait, this is my favorite part," Bill said, quickly.

"StOP it gUYSs!"

The two laughed harder. Frustrated, Will grabbed the tape and stomped out of the shack.

❇❇❇

Needing some time to think, Will walked into town. He let out a deep sigh.

"Dang it, even my sighs sound weird," He said, passing the entrance to the junkyard.

"HEY THERE!"

Will screamed, whirling around to face a man in a green cloak. He recognized the figure as Fiddleford McGucket.

"Fiddleford, it's been long since I seen you," The boy pointed out.

The old man smiled widely at him. "Yep! Also, I couldn't help but hear your pathetic sighs from a mile away. So, what seems to be the trouble?"

"It's just my voice," Will replied. "It keeps cracking, and my brother and my friend keep giving me a hard time over it. Though, it's not like I can do anything about it."

"On the contrary, little fella," Fiddleford started, reaching under his hat, before pulling out a vial filled with blue liquid. "You see, I've been tinkering with a voice alterizing tonic, that might help you."

Will was handed the vial, and he stared down at it. "This will really help my voice? Thanks!" Then, he downed the tonic with one gulp, before leaving.

"Enjoy your new voice!" Fiddleford called to him, before adding softly. "If you survive, that is."

❇❇❇

The next morning, Will woke up, and yawned.

"Ugh, what time is it?" He said to himself. He paused, when he realized his voice was much deeper. "Wait, the tonic worked! I have a new voice! Ha ha!"

Will hopped off his bed, and went to nudge Bill awake. "Good morning, Bill."

"AH!" Bill shot awake, and slammed him with a pillow.

"Ow! What was that for?" Will complained.

Bill stared at him. "Will, what did you do to your voice?"

"I changed it," He replied, proudly. "Now, my voice doesn't crack anymore."

"Yes, but now you sound even weirder," Bill said.

"What? No, I think I sound awesome," Will insisted, then repeated slowly. "Sooouund aaawesome."

"Yep, I'm having nightmares tonight," Bill commented.

"Hey, guys."

Both turned, and saw Wendy standing by their doorway.

"Red, I told you countless times not to break into our house."

"And I chose not to listen," Wendy replied. "Anyway, what's happening this morning."

"Nothing much," Will answered.

Wendy's eyes widened, then she pulled out her axe. "Die, foul creature!"

Will screamed, but before she could swing her weapon, Bill stood in front of his brother defensively. "Wendy, relax! It's only Will."

"But, what happened to his voice?" Wendy asked.

"I changed it, since you two kept making fun of my old voice," Will said, bitterly.

"At least with your old voice, you sounded like an actual person," Bill remarked. "Now, you sound like some commercial guy."

Will huffed, and went in the direction of the exit. "I'll just find someone who appreciates my new voice. You'll see, I'll be back after these messages...I mean, goodbye!"

❇❇❇

Will was yet again walking through town, filled with conflicting thoughts. Maybe, Bill and Wendy were right? Should he go see Fiddleford again, and ask for a replacement tonic?

While spaced out, he accidentally bumped into a huge guy with tattoos.

The man turned to him. "Oh, sorry about that, little guy."

"Uh, no problem," Will replied.

"What the hell!?" The man gasped. "Are you some kind of goblin child?"

"No, I'm not!"

"That's what I heard the first time, and the next I know, your kind stole my one good loafer!"

Will frowned. "OK, what?"

He didn't get an answer, and instead dodged a punch from the man. Will quickly ran off, while the tattooed guy shook his fist at him.

Eventually, he came across the junkyard, and immediately confronted Fiddleford.

"Fiddleford, your potion was a disaster!" Will snapped, then started to sob. "My own brother didn't recognize me, everyone mistakes for some kind of monster, and I even sound ridiculous when I cry-y-y."

"Hmm, I think I see the problem here," The old man said. "I must've mistaken the potions, you must've drank the one meant for voice over professionals. I have a better voice for ya, and just in time, since come sundown you would've returned to your strange old voice."

"It was strange, wasn't it?" Will sighed, taking out the tape recording of his voice and turning it on.

"My name is Will C-C-Cipher!" Then, Bill's voice emitted from the tape. "This remix is dedicated to my brother. Your voice may be weird, but it's still one of a kind." Then, came Wendy's voice. "Yep, never heard anything like it. Remix over."

Will stared at the tape in his hand, then a soft smile tugged on his features.

"Here," Fiddleford said, handing out a vial with red liquid. "Ready for your new voice?"

Will hesitated, looking between the tape and the vial. Eventually, he decided what he had to do.

❇❇❇

Later that night, Wendy and Bill sat in front of the TV. Wendy was crosslegged on the floor, while Bill sat on the sofa, with a freshly made cup of coffee.

Just then, Will walked in, and the two looked at him intently.

"Hey guys," He greeted, his voice back to normal.

"Will, you sound like a person again!" Wendy exclaimed.

Will shrugged shyly. "Yeah, my voice is not perfect, but it's mine. And, I wouldn't change it for anything, not even for whatever was in this new vial." He held it up, which was empty.

"Then, what happened to the potion in it," Wendy asked, on the same time Bill drank his coffee.

"Oh, I poured it into Bill's coffee."

With that said, Bill choked on his beverage, but already consumed most of it. "Qué el infierno!" He yelled, in Spanish.

Wendy and Will laughed, while Bill glared at them.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," Will chuckled. "It's suppose to wear off at midnight."

"Poco diablo..."

"Does this mean we're force to use Google Translate, now?" Wendy questioned.

❇❇❇

PresentDay

"Then, Bill went on a Spanish rant for the rest of the night," Will concluded. "That's the end of my story."

"That was great, Will," Mabel complimented. "Who's next?"

"I got a story," Wendy said. "About the time when I caught this wicked monster in the woods, with help from my friends and the Cipher twins."

"Ah yes, I remember this story," Bill said. "It was the eleventh time you used us as bait."

"C'mon, you had fun," Wendy insisted. "Anyway, it all started back when..." Then, she started telling her story.