488. Boulevard of Broken Dreams ~Vengeance~

A handsome man happily tucks his kids to sleep. It's silent in the room. The crickets chirp. The owls hoot. And the night is quite calm and peaceful.

"Daddy..." said the younger daughter. "Please don't sleep... The bird man will get you..."

"There is no bird man, sweetie!"

"But he's in my dreams... and I know that he wants to get you..."

"Nonsense... No one can get your big ol' dad..." laughed the father. "Now, go sleep."

He kisses his kids on the forehead and turns off the lights.

"Had the kids to sleep?" asked his wife while he entered their room.

"Yeah..." he said. "Night..."

"Night..."

The pair falls asleep...

But at the stroke of midnight, she hears the moving of sheets and clothes... as if her husband is feeling... rather uncomfortable...

Then... violent thrashing and silence.

Suddenly, the mother hears dripping on the floor. The bed feels rather... wet...

She finally wakes up. "Daniel...? Dan...?"

She looks at her husband and gasps in horror.

His neck had been sliced rather thinly. His eyes are wide open.

"H-h-h-h-... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!!"

Marcy jots down some notes while sitting on the couch in front of Monroe, with several sheets of colored paper. "Now... Try this shade, Monroe..." said Marcy, showing Monroe two sheets. "Hex Triplet #660000... or Hex Triplet #990000...? Which turns you on AND starves you more...?"

"Ugh... #660000... Remind me why we have to do this again...?"

"Because it's fun!"

"Yeah, but I have a clock that I have to work on for this really cool wizard guy from Earth-616... And I gotta-..."

"Shush! How about between this and #8b0000?" asked Marcy.

"Uh..." He closes his eyes in slight irritation. "The first one," said Monroe.

"There! That makes sense!" 

"You finally landed on a conclusion after three hours?"

"Hex Triplet #660000 are the Blutbaden's favorite color!" smiled Marcy.

"What shade is that...?"

"Blood Red."

"Huh... Honestly? Not surprised!"

Mercuria enters the precinct through a portal and meets Anne. "Uh... Hey!" smiled Mercuria. "Oh! Uh... Kamusta...!"

"Christ... Thailand-12. Filipinos-3. She's clearly Thai," said Miguel. "Can Filipinos be LESS RACIST for once!?"

"You gotta stop scoring us," said Luz. "Also... Races?"

"Uh... Yeah! I've been seeing Philippine Supremacy lately and it's pissing me off!"

"Yeah... and you caused it with your whole speech in the Steel Ball Run," said Sasha.

"I-! Well-!" yelled Miguel. "Ugh! Well, doesn't that smell like defeat...!? And a whole bucket of foreshadowing..." He looks at you, the reader. "I swear if there's a whole Part about how great America is after JoJoRun, a Part that mocks it..."

*cough!* Dark and Hercules: Battle for America  *COUGH!!!*

"I'm just happy that we're winning," said the Thai best girl. I MEAN ANNE!!!

"Christ... THAILAND 13... FILIPINOS STILL 3!!!" yelled Miguel.

Sorry. 

"Don't dare kiss ass, Author."

"What just happened?" asked Mercuria.

"Probably a fourth wall break. Kinda like what Deadpool, Harley, and She-Hulk do," said Anne. "It's this weird thing where they talk to a pretend camera."

"IT IS NOT PRETEND!!!" Miguel yelled in the background.

"Anyway, Gabrielle is tasking you to investigate a murder," said Mercuria. 

"Murder...?" asked Marcy. "Don't you mean...?" smiled Marcy.

"Intentional hailstorm..." she sighed.

"Huh... What seems to be the prob...?" smiled Marcy.

Mercuria looks around. "Are... you guys the only one here right now...?"

Anne smiles. "Oh! The other Plantars are in Amphibia harvesting for today! The Captain and the Lieutenant are hunting down Black Claw, whatever that is... The Pines are having a school event... And... Luz, Amity, and King are out training with Miguel! Or... at least a copy of him..."

"Yeah... It's called multitasking," said Miguel. "And shut your yaps... Better respect your biyenan, Thai Girl..."

"FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT DATING YOUR KID!!!" yelled Anne.

"'For the last time, I'm not dating your kid...'" He repeated in an annoying high-pitched voice. "That's you. That's what you sound like."

"What's going on, here...?" asked Mercuria.

"Oh... Miguel's pissed that he caught me and Gabby 'staring into each other's eyes,' when he was buying what was clearly drugs from Rat King," said Anne.

"I WAS BUYING FORBIDDEN FRUIT for a reason, Boonchuy!"

"Yeah! Drugs!"

"Pfft! Nah... It's legal... What about you!? Oggling my daughter's ass!? She's 20 years old and you're 23! Isn't that like... PFFT!!! PEDOPHILIA, RIGHT!?!?"

"Uh... No...?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Piss off the fanbase by shipping yourself with a random made-up character for all I care. Go ahead! But I just wanna say that that random made-up character IS MY BABY GIRL!!!"

"I am not attracted to your daughter!" yelled Anne.

"Oh, please! I've seen the Slav girl grumble whenever Anne has those googly eyes when looking at Gabby!" yelled Miguel. "And Marcy staring at Anne with jealous WEIRDness...!"

All three girls turn red.

"Now, you listen here!" yelled Sasha.

"Yeah! That's right! This is it, bitches! When the cancer of Star vs. the Force of Evil will spread into our anime!"

Miguel, this isn't an anime. This is a JBA-Grimm Fanfiction-...

"BITCH, SHUT UP!!! HERE WE GO, ASSHOLES!!! HOOWEE!!! GOODNESS ME!!! THIS FANFICTION WILL INTRODUCE SHIPPING AGAIN AFTER THAT WHOLE SHIT FIASCO WITH MIGUEL JOJO, ANNE ZEPPELI, AND JESSICA POLNAREFF!!! LIKE, WHAT WAS THAT!?!? JOTARO/GIORNO, BRUNO, AND JEAN PIERRE!?!? WHAT IS THAT!?!? THAT'S WEIRD!!!Just saying... Fuck, the Author..."

Everyone in the room stares at Miguel, seeing how incredibly random he is just now.

"Anyway..." said Mercuria. "Daniel Crease. His record's clean. He has a family. And, he was a well-known pastor. He was killed by what seems like to be a vigilante traveling around Oregon. Y'know... The state where most supernatural occurrences happen?"

"Yeah, yeah. We work in Gravity Falls, yes..." said Sasha.

"Well, he's here... Gravity Falls... Your Earth..." said Mercuria. "Here's the file."

Sasha takes it. "THIS IS IT!?!? A PAGE!?!?"

"Witnesses none. Leads none," said Sasha. "HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE THAT WE BREAK THIS ONE!?!?"

"YEAH!?!?" asked Miguel.

Everyone turns to Miguel.

"Dude..." said Monroe.

Later... All six people: Anne, Sasha, Marcy, Mercuria, Monroe, and Miguel walk to the town of Gravity Falls.

"Sorry, man. It's just that... my daughter's growing up... and... I've been so angry about it... because it feels like she's gonna have kids and leave me in a retirement home in Heaven while Anne... The one that's my wife, the demon girl...? Yeah... We'd have to sign papers for her to get there... and it'd take years, so I'll just get pissed over and over again because of the sheer amount of PAIN that I'm gonna go through, y'know...?My bad, Anne... That I don't think that you're good enough for my daughter... Which I don't, of course... But I'll give you... *cough...* a chance or two. But, y'know...? It's the... It's the sheer amount of... pain left... of growing up that I have to do. I'm really sorry... It's toxic, yes... But... Fathers... and... parents in general... should protect the fam no matter what... It's the sheer, 'Hey... I'll take your kid away from you forever...' That thought is just... *cough...* (Horrifying...)" said Miguel.

Everyone stares at Miguel.

"Well, that was a tangent..." said Monroe. "But I get it... Just... give it some time."

"For what...!? I don't like your daughter!" blushed Anne.

"(Shush... Shush, shush... it's okay, Anne... Fight for Gabby, Anne... Fight those nasty rivals off... It's okay... You're my favorite one... I'm just putting up an act so that I wouldn't look so creepy.Get married.)"

"This is going... way too fast..." said Anne.

"(Shush... Have children.)"

"Jesus..." said Anne.

"(Have clone children, Anne. Give me clone children... I can set you up with Bruce to clone your genes and create the perfect daughter OR SON... of yours... Really... Trust me...)"

"Wait... That's a thing now...?" asked Anne.

"(Yeah! Ever since gay people complained that they biologically can't have children while they wanted to keep their reproductive organs, the idea of clones was introduced by Lex Luthor. Sure, he's a bad guy, but... That was a really good idea. And Bruce was the one who cracked the code. He created a clone, but he won't go public with who it is. So, yeah... Clone kids... Give them to me... I want my Grandkids to be half God and half Super Saiyan Blue. Like you, Anne. Oof... was I too exposition-y? I was, wasn't I...?)"

"First of all, yes... second... ARE YOU CRAZY!?!?"

"What...?" asked Sasha.

"He wants me to have clone children with his kid!" yelled Anne.

"Wow, Anne..." Sasha shook her head.

"What!?"

"You don't have to make these random excuses... I get it..." Sasha grabs her arm. "You want to have clone kids with Gabby."

"WHAT!?!? NOOO!!!"

"Pfft! Haha!" laughed Marcy. 

"What's so funny!?"

"Caught redhanded, Anne..."

"Yeah, ANNE!!!" yelled Miguel, who proceeded to smile and wink at her.

Sasha turns to Miguel, who changes positions and looks away, pretending to cough.

"Hey! We're here!" yelled Miguel, pointing to the house with several police tapes.

"Hey!" smiled Anne. "I am Detective and Herpetologist Anne Boonchuy. This one is Lieutenant and Therapist Sasha Waybright. Researcher and Artist Marcy Wu. Detective Mercuria Costello from the Philippine Stardust Crusader Precinct. Researcher Monroe-... Forgot his last name... And the Messiah who is a good ally. Miguel Ibarra."

"'Sup, dawg..." said Miguel.

"What happened...?"

There, they meet...

"Daniel Crease. Innocent man. Last night, he fell asleep next to his wife. She woke up and heard dripping on the floor... Felt the floor is wet... And get this! Blood! All over the bloody floor. Her husband...? Very, very dead," said Steven Grant. "His throat was slit. We got a witness, which I just think is bloody preposterous, mate. His wife. Right beside him. No known motives."

The group walks to the wife, who is crying. "I can't believe someone would do this!"

"Hey. Calm down," said Sasha, leaning close to the wife. "What happened...?"

"I woke up... and his throat was-..." she couldn't finish the sentence and kept on crying.

"What were you doing that night...?"

"Sleeping...?Are you... Are you serious!? I would never do something like this! Not to my Danny!"

"What was he doing...?"

"He tucked them in bed and went to sleep!"

"Did you hear any footsteps? Any voices?"

"No!"

The group walks in. 

"No sign of a break-in..." said Anne. "Maybe it was her..."

Miguel closes his eyes. "AGH!!!"

"What...!?" asked the others.

"Nothing... Just a psychic headache... You guys won't get it... just... continue."

"I did!" sobbed the girl. "I saw it!"

Both siblings are arguing in the corner.

"No... No, you didn't!" sobbed the other boy.

"Hey..." said Monroe. "What did you see...?"

"She's lying!" yelled the bot.

"No..." said Monroe. "This could be something supernatural. That's why we were called in the first place."

"A bird man..." said the girl.

"A... bird man...?" asked Monroe. "Did he happen to be able to transform...?"

"No... I saw him in my dream... He had a bird's skull for a head and he was a skeleton... His head was floating and he didn't have a neck..." said the girl.

"That sounds like..." said Monroe.

The group turns to Steven, who is smiling and talking to other cops.

Later... in the precinct, Marc Spector (along with his other personalities) is brought in for questioning.

"You want me to interrogate the god that I'm serving...?" asked Steven. Steven switches to Marc. "You gotta be kidding me..." Marc switches to Jake. "He'll FUCKING kill us!!!"

"Look... I need the three of you to calm... down..." said Anne. "We don't have any Grimms with us today, so we can't see him."

"He won't answer to mere mortals like you..." said Marc. "Khonshu is... Lemme tell you somethin'... Khonshu is an asshole, alright...? Screw off, feather ball. This asshole is as manipulative and slimy as his bones are dry, alright? He won't talk..." Marc switches to Steven. "That silly old bird is a monster..."

"I can do it for you..." said Miguel. "Plus, I could also see him... I could give y'all a psychic link! Heheh!"

"Do it," said Sasha.

Marc smiles. "You're welcome to try..."

"Hey..." said Miguel. "Bone bird."

"Don't call me that..." said Khonshu.

"How about Drumstick...? Turkey leftovers...?"

"SILENCE!!!"

"Look..." said Miguel. "We need you to tell us if you killed the father. Which, obviously, you didn't. Because how could you...?"

"Well... technically..." said Khonshu.

"Wh-...? I'm sorry... Did you make the three stooges over there do it?" asked Miguel.

"Hey!" yelled Steven, in the background.

Note: For those of you who don't know, Moon Knight, AKA Marc Spector, has three personalities. Marc Spector (the original, who is an American ex-marine and was abused by his mom), Steven Grant (a British gift-shopist who is currently the Head and CEO of Grant and El-Faouly Artifacts), and Jake Lockley (an assassin with a Jersey accent).

"*sigh...* There is a Wesen that isn't in the books... At least, yet... In most universes... But they have been encountered and jotted down in one of the old Ibarra books... Search it in WikiGrimm..." said Khonshu. "Its name... is Khonshu... Wesen made from my blood."

"Excuse you...?" asked Sasha. "Wesen came from you guys...!?"

"Yes... The Grimm had trespassed into the outskirts of my city, actually, Heliopolis. The Fortisites stole our blood and created... these savages... Wesen... All Enneads are hive minds across worlds. The Khonshu Ennead is a race with one mind that spans across infinite worlds... Same with Thor... same with Odin... Same with Zeus... Even Weird Rick tried it once..."

"'Weird Rick...?'" asked Marcy.

"The variant of Rick that killed our Rick's original family: His Diana and Beth," said Miguel.

"You may not know this, but all Wesen are created from the blood of the Ennead hive mind races. Blutbad, Fuchsbau, Bauerschwein, Anubis, Aswang... Khonshu...It's honestly so unbelievably pathetic to see our children get eviscerated by Judges, or Decapitares, or Grimms... Or... whatever the hell you call them."

"So... you're suggesting that there's a Khonshu out there...?" asked Monroe. "Doing all this through dreams?"

"Never heard of that before... I suggest you look it up, instead..." said Khonshu.

Later...

Marcy looks it up using her laptop. Everyone is behind her, waiting for answers. 

"Huh... This one was written by... Rat King...!?" asked Marcy."Hold on... It's in Tagalog... Glad Wu's been teaching me... Not me, Wu. Drew -..."

"Yeah, we get it," said Sasha.

"'It was around the Moro's Ramadan when I encountered a peculiar Wesen that was fairly similar to the Ghost Rider. The Wesen had a white body... because it was merely bones. To be specific, the bones of a Barbary Falcon. Its head is simply a skull floating above some vertebrae. It would love wearing white because of its affinity with the moon. This Wesen usually and traditionally leaves every town after the new moon. I found that among the Moros of Mindanao, there were several Arabic immigrants praying to their God, Allah. And this vigilante blended in, being an Egyptian. I found out the truth that he was actually a she... The serial killers are known as the parents of the visiting children known as Raya and Sakina, two children I met near the riverbanks who share a sisterly bond. Their parents, whose names I've never acquired, killed prostitutes, as they believed that these people deserved vengeance for their 'savage lust.' They managed to escape, sadly, but never returned to the Philippines. But, I tasked an Egyptian friend of mine who is a Grimm to investigate these two families.-Simon...' I mean... 'Simoun JoJo, 1895.'"

Note: THIS IS... FICTION... But Raya and Sakina were serial killers from 1919-1920. It's just that this book implies that they started doing the killings as early as the 1890s.

The Wesen in the picture looks exactly like Khonshu. It has no eyes or mouth and looked like a ghost bird of some sort. It was just a floating bird skull above a skeletal body.

"'The Wesen is well-known for its drive for vengeance... They will stop at nothing until they kill those who they think would deserve death... I learned this by studying other Khonshus in the crowd... who happened to have this strange drive to punish those who they can sense to be guilty.'"

"Raya and Sakina... They were two of the most popular Middle Eastern serial killers. Egyptian. They were sentenced to death on May 16, 1921," said Miguel. "I have a couple of Muslim friends back at home who told me about it. Showed me a really creepy movie about it. The effects were decent. Sorry, that was pointless... But... Yeah... So, they were... Wesen...?"

"Anything in there about them getting killed through dreams?" asked Anne.

"No..." said Marcy.

"Are we going with 'Stands' for this one...?" asked Monroe.

Later...

"Sounds like a Long-Ranged Psychic Dream Stand," said Gabrielle. "Mr. Jotaro called it a Death-13-Type," said Gabrielle, making puree for Mikaela.

Mikaela cries loudly while Narcos rocks her in his arms.

"Shush..." said Narcos.

"Why? Is there a short-ranged one...?" asked Monroe, speaking through the phone.

"Yeah... Death 13 was a short-ranged one. Mr. Jotaro, Marceline, DIO, and my Dad are World-Types. Polnareff and Giorno are Requiem-Types. Polnareff is also a Silver-Chariot-Type like Hol Horse, Dark, and Anubis. Uncle Ryle and Uncle Rohan are Heaven-Types, like Spongebob, who is also a SAW-Type, like the other Uncle Josuke. Narcos and Pet Shop are Horus-Types. Mercuria is a Kiss-Type. Nick is a Weather-Type. Aunt Celine and Uncle Narancia are Wheel-of-Fortune Types. Yoshiko is a Killer-Type. Our Josuke and Gumball are Love-Train-Types. I'm a Hierophant-Type, like my Mom, Grandpa, and Uncle Jed."

"STICKY FINGAS!!!"

"HIEROPHANT GREEN!!!"

"They said that there's also a chance where I'm a World-Type... But that's unlikely. You're dealing with a Death-13-Type, a Stand that can enter people's dreams. Hopefully, its range isn't planetary."

"The User is a Khonshu," said Anne.

"Uh-oh, spaghetti-O."

"Did you encounter one before?"

"No... But Dad did in one of his adventures. He was a vigilante just like Dad. Arabic. Daddy let him go because he was only killing the bad ones... They actually function a lot like Grimms. But unlike Grimms, they're a bit... unstable... Like Marc's Khonshu."

"What do you suggest we do...?" asked Sasha.

"Well, they have a psychic connection with Khonshu's Avatar. Try calling the Crescent Moon Trio. Doesn't he work for you guys...?"

"Yeah... We have him here..." said Anne. "How do we do that...?"

"Let him sleep..." said Gabrielle.

"Uh... News flash! He never sleeps, JoJo," said Sasha.

"Go to the Spice Cabinet. I'm pretty sure that you can concoct a potion known as Liahlumnabid," said Narcos.

"Lil-What...?"

"Liahlumnabid. It's a potion that Arabic Grimms made to let them kill people by killing their Avatars. You could all take it," said Narcos.

"I looked it up. It can let you enter dreams similarly to Grimms," said Mercuria.

"Yeah! What they said..." said Gabrielle.

Later...

"All of us are taking this!?" asked Steven.

"Just you and Anne," said Sasha. "Anne has some experience in other dimensions than physical realms."

Anne smiles and winks, clicking her tongue while giving a thumbs-up.

"We're gonna fuckin' die..." said Jake, switching from Steven. "Calm down," said Marc, who switches out from Jake. "No, no, no, no... You feel that... right...?" said Jake, who switches out from Marc. Steven switches back and says, "Yeah...?" Jake switches back and says, "Yeah... He detected us..."

Anne sips the potion and finishes it. "Your turn, dude."

"Yeah..." Jake clenched his jaw. "Yeah... Sure, thing, Thai Girl. LIKE I'LL  PUT THAT IN MY-!!!"

"Do you wanna kill someone who looks like Khonshu, or not...?" asked Anne.

"Gimme the Goddamned poison," said Jake.

They drink it.

"Whoa!" yelled Steven. "Bloody Hell..." Marc switches out and says, "Yeah... That's fuckin' heavy..." Jake switches out, laughing and saying, "I like it..."

Suddenly...

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOA-!!!"

Three Marc Spectors and One Anne wake up in... the Dreamscape.

"AAAH!!! AAAAH!!! OH, GOD!!! OH!!!" yelled Steven.

"Dude, calm down..." said Anne. "Whoa..." Anne sees that all four of them are in a circle with bridges spreading out from where they stand.

"What the bloody hell...!?" asked Steven. "Where are we...?"

"The dreamscape," said Anne.

Steven sees several ghostly figures watching over the people's dreams.

"Are those oracles...!?" asked Steven.

"I don't know what that is," said Anne, walking away.

The others follow. 

"An oracle is a divine priest or priestess that foretells the future," said Steven. "Is this how they learn about the future...? By unconsciously visiting others' dreams and finding truth from a certain number of these dreams...?"

"I just wanna get this over with," said Marc.

"Well? Where the hell is the bird...?" asked Jake.

"I don't know," said Anne. "I guess we follow one of these trails. What do you guys think...?"

The group spin around and try to sense their surroundings.

"There..." said Marc.

"Ah... I feel it, too..." said Steven.

"Let's go decapitate that bastard!" sneered Jake.

The four walk around the feather trails in the dreamscape.

"Shandra Jimenez, ooh wee!!!" smiled Bodacious T. "Taste some of that Bodacious TEEE!!!"

"Oh, Mermando!" smiled Shandra, among several Mermen.

"PUNCH THE LOG, WIFE!!! PUNCH IT!!!" yelled Archibald Corduroy, as his wife punches the tree and laughs over and over. "RAAAAAAAH!!!"

The pair proceed to make out.

Above his dream stood his wife, who smiled sweetly.

"Oh, shut up!!!" yelled Bill, in the dreamscape watching over the souls while talking to Collector. "I totally made that one kill herself! AH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Yeah! Mrs. Corduroy! AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! The child pissed me off, so I did it!"

"That's cruel, father," said Collector.

"QUIET!!!"

"Should we do something about-...!?" asked Anne.

"He can't touch us as long as we stay on the trail..." said Marc. "Bill is the Aztec god Xolotl.At least, that's my theory. But people say that he was once just like us. A mortal. Bill is the god of chaos. He was said to have been killed five times, counting the one in Weirdmaggeddon. He is said to be also the god of twins, monsters, misfortune, sickness, fire, and lightning."

"How do you know all this...?" asked Steven.

"I watched the series I based Steven on about Aztec Gods as a kid..."

"Yeah... When I was given access to those memories, they were honestly pretty fun..."

Suddenly, they see a strange bird-like creature hopping around the feather boulevards bridges. 

"There..." said the three Knights, who all activate their suits.

Marc gets a white armor similar to a mummy's with a hood and cape. He has a white mask on with teo eye holes that are glowing white. He wields a grappling crescent and crescent darts. He has a crescent emblem on his chest.

Steven gets a similar mask, but his suit is actually a business suit. He wields two sticks.

Finally, Jake has a black version of Marc's suit without the hood. 

Anne simply activates her Charged State.

"HEY!!!" yelled Anne, charging toward the Khonshu. "DRUMSTICK!!!"

The Khonshu slowly turns to Anne.

"Asonadam..." he whispered. "I've heard legends about you... Chosen to be impeccable warriors."

"You killed an innocent man!" yelled Anne.

"It was a simple mistake. He was nothing but a speck. A dead worm in a bigger field of wheat. And you think that the way I exacted justice was disgusting... In the end..."

Anne misses as the Khonshu dodges her kick.

"It was an act of war..." The Khonshu grabs Anne's head and crashes it into the feathery ground. "In this world, I rule. I am all-powerful..."

Anne tries to punch him, but he crashes her head into the ground.

The three knights glide toward The Khonshu and drop in front of him.

"Ah... If it isn't the Avatars of my god... The Moon Knights..."

"Uh... Hello, there! Uh... Mr. Khonshu... Wesson, sir..."

"It's 'Wesen (Ve-sen)'."

"Right... As the Avatars of Khonshu, we place you under arrest," said Marc.

"Ah... You're the Avatar that Khonshu broke... correct...?"

"What...?" whispered Marc.

"The Moon Knight... a mysterious warrior that appeared for centuries hunting Wesen and other Supernaturals... He created you..."

Marc's eyes widen. "What do you mean-!?"

Anne charges and punches the Khonshu in the face. "HA!!!"

"WAIT!!!" yelled Marc.

*CRACK!!!*

"How... dare you..." said Khonshu. "I was simply exacting justice... and you do this to me!?"

"You're killing innocent people in Gravity Falls!" yelled Anne, blasting punches over and over.

Steven then joins in, striking the Khonshu with a stick. The Khonshu dodges his attacks.

Jake Lockley takes out his guns and shoots at the Khonshu. "AH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Wait! STOP!!!" yelled Marc.

Steven and Anne stop, but not Jake.

The Khonshu laughs. "You foolish worms-..."

"JAKE!!! NO!!!" yelled Steven.

*CRACK!!!*

Jake punches a hole through the Khonshu.

*GASP!!! GASP!!!*

The Khonshu looks down to see a hole through his ribcage. The Khonshu kneels down, slamming his joints on the feathery ground.

"Well, wasn't that fun, eh...? I really, really enjoyed that..."

"My name..." he said. "...is Kairo Abdul Armed... I hail from Egypt... I missed my target because the true target used some illusioning spell or device to cloak himself and make the one I killed look like him...Someone in this town of yours isn't who you think he is."

Anne gives a suspicious look. "Who were you planning to kill...?"

"It's-..."

*CRACK!!!*

His skull is crushed almost immediately.

"NO!!!" yelled Marc.

"Someone's killing him in the real world..." said Steven.

"TIME TO WAKE UP!!!" Bill's voice echoed in the dreamscape. "AH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Marc and Anne wake up.

"Steven!" yelled Marc. "Steven! You there?"

"Mm..." said Steven.

"I'm here, too, asshole..." said Jake.

"What the hell...?" asked Anne. 

"What happened...?" asked Sasha.

"We have an imposter..." said Anne.

"Dead meme, Anne," said Marcy.

"No... I'm serious," said Anne. "There's a traitor..."

And you already know who it is! Haha!

Meanwhile...

Kairo, with his head brutally crushed, has his body lie in front of Rick, who cruelly stares at him.

"They don't know..." said Rick, as Bill's eye forms on his forehead.

"They know a little bit... And it's pissing me off, Sanchez..." said Bill.