Hot tears streamed down her face as she ran, her lungs burning. She didn't dare to look back but she knew he was right on her trail. Her fatigue slowed her down but her overwhelming fear kept her adrenaline up. Her fingers adjusted their grip on the piece of paper in her hands as she ran further into the woods.

The sun was going down, splaying the sky with red and orange, which totally did not help the situation. The fading light caused the looming shadows to stretch and her minds began to play tricks on her.

Out of the corners of her eyes, she would see him. In the trees, the yellow, glowing eyes, with pupils like slits, narrowing, as if a predator found its prey.

She screamed, no longer caring about him finding her- she knew it was inevitable.

She tripped on a root. She flew into the air and closed her eyes, waiting for the pain. She landed on her right side, skidding across the grassy floor. Her hands clutched one another on her chest as her knees were tucked in.

She immediately got up and tried to continue running, but she stumbled and fell again, the effects of the adrenaline wearing off.

She managed to get up and hold on to a nearby tree when he appeared.

Taking possession of the twelve year old boy, he could look innocent. But the hellish smile that showed almost every one of the boy's teeth and the glowing eyes that penetrated the darkness said otherwise.

"B-bill," she gasped, her breath caught in her throat as her lungs desperately clung onto oxygen.

The grin grew. "Well, actually, while I make use of this puppet, Shooting Star has actually dubbed this," Dipper pointed all over himself, "Bipper."

"Bipper..." the name left a sour taste in her mouth.

"Yes, Pine Tree has proven useful, providing me with this puppet." he turned to her and his eyes turned into slits. "Now I need yours."

She backed away, her feet seemed to be weighed down since every step she took was heavy and slow. Bipper advanced on her, determined.

She stuffed the piece of paper in her hands into the back of her pants, in the space between her jeans and skin.

Bipper stopped short, studying her. "If you won't run, I'll make you watch. I mean, Pain is hilarious, isn't it?"

Her eyes widened as they flickered from Dipper's face to the knife. Bipper grinned and ran is across his left arm. Blood erupted from his skin and trickled down, staining the ground.

Her screams were silenced as she opened her mouth. She had no energy left within her, so she watched. Bill continued to torture both arms of Dipper's body, blood slowly flowing out.

"Stop it!"

Bipper looked at her with amusement, his eyes glistening beneath his knotted eyebrows.

"I'm afraid I can't hear you." Bill ran the knife along Dipper's throat carelessly, not drawing any blood but leaving marks, showing that it was no false threat.

"I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT!" she cried into her hands. The ghost of Dipper stuck in the Dreamscape looked up from his hands, paling.

"Do what?" he called out, flying in front of her. But she looked straight through him, a look of horror on her face, her mouth slightly ajar.

"I'll do what you want." she breathed, as if she realised that it was the most obvious thing in the world to do.

Dipper watched helplessly as she squared her shoulders and walked through him and up to his body. Bipper watched her, eyebrows arched slightly.

She looked down on him and her nostril flared, "I'll do it."

Bipper grinned sinisterly, the gums in Dipper's mouth showing unflatteringly as Bill did a small dance on the inside.

"You will, eh? The same rules as before?" Bipper stuck out his arm and his top lip curled.

She looked at the hand and reached out. She could almost smell Bill's excitement, so she pulled away. "I want you to not posses Pine Tree's body again."

"Excuse me?" the voice started with a small laugh of disbelief but hardened when Bill saw her seriousness.

"Let Dipper go from you list of puppets, Bill. If you want me, you have to never possess him again."

His eyes narrowed, flickering to the ghost-Dipper with a small smirk, basking in the fear that showed in the boy's eyes.

"Sure, why not?"

She studied his face for a moment before taking in a deep breath. Glancing back down at the hand, she took it and shook it. She shielded her eyes from the light that exploded.

Dipper saw Bill exit his body, giving him a lift of his top hat before diving into her body. Dipper waited for a second before going back into his own body. He wanted to see her enter the Dreamscape, to maybe have a chance to talk to her.

But she never exited her body. So he dived back into his.

Dipper opened his eyes and felt his face. Yup, I'm back. He tried to sit up but a pain in his arms made it almost impossible.

His head turned around to see her form on the ground, slumped in an unnatural angle.

"Dipper!" Mabel's voice called out from behind. Dipper looked back and broke into a relieved smile as Mabel, Soos and Wendy arrived. Wendy took one look at the wounds on his arms and tore her t-shirt, wrapping it around his arms with added pressure.

Her body began to rise; it was as if someone was holding her by string that was attached to her neck. She floated up, her head still hung low.

"Cynthia! Man, are you still in there?" Wendy called out, standing in front f her friends.

"Cynthia's gone, kid. She was too weak." the voice that came out was a mixture of her own and Bill's. Her usual brown eyes turned to yellow and her pupils became slits.

She flexed her hand and blue flame erupted. She scanned it before focussing back at the group in front of her, her face contorting into a grin.


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