
Sock stared. And stared. And stared. Trying to figure out what could be inside the old looking building known as The Mystery Shack. He floated ahead, easily passing through the walls. Once inside the building, he scanned over everything. Was anyone else even IN here?

Dipper had to watch the shack room while Stan did who knows what. The shop was closed today so he felt no reason to be careful about his journal. He set it on the counter table - which was just slightly shorter then him, quickly going to push the stool to the counter working on getting atop of it, paying no attention to the demon.
“At least your not trying to kill me…” He gave an awkward laugh at that big, “Wait – am I not supposed to see you or...
“Yeah, a demon! I know I don’t look like typical ones…” Sock gawked at the journal once more before floating up above...