A/N: Okay, so this fanfiction doesn't have a reason or a title just yet, but it will. This is possibly a one-shot or an actual stories, depending on what you guys think.

WARNING! DO NOT READ ON UNTIL YOU'VE READ THIS!: THIS CONTAINS IS NOT BILLDIP. PLEASE DO NOT READ OR FLAME THIS STORY FOR IT UNLESS YOU'VE READ UP TO THE THIRD CHAPTER! PLEASE TURN AROUND AND GO BACK IN WHICH YOU'VE COME!

Takes place after Sock Opera.


From the moment they met, Bill knew that Dipper was a special one. He was clever, he caught onto things quickly, and he was, in lack of a better term, resourceful. However, the boy was still a human, and a child human at that. Bill knew that there would be times when the boy would slip up, or when he wouldn't realize things until just to late. Now was one of those times.

Hunched over the leaking toilet of the Mystery Shack, Dipper hung his head in bitter despair, his guys twisting up into knots and his stomach burning as he attempted too keep his breakfast down, on top of also actually wanting more breakfast than what he had taken earlier. This was a typical morning event for the boy, as it had been for the last few days. He didn't know if he should be concerned for it or not, trying to call back to his memory all of the instances where he could have gotten sick, or any illness he might have read about before that caused such symptoms for so long. His eyes burned and his head was still pounding from his hours of sleep lost to pouring over his beloved journals. He didn't have much long to think about it, as a sudden wave of pain washed over his whole being once more, and this time not from his strange illness.

"Whatcha doing, Pinetree?" An all too familiar, and very annoying voice came from behind Dipper, followed by yet another jab in the ribs by what he assumed was a cane of some kind.

"Ugh... What do you want, Bill?" Dipper groaned, pulling his head out of the toilet and sitting back quickly in an attempt to get the golden triangle off of his back.

"Just checking up on you." Bill replied idly, suddenly floating out in front of Dipper and twirling his cane around in midair.

The human glared up at Bill with more hatred than usual. Of all times for Bill to just pop in, unannounced, and act as annoying as he could, this was a horrible time. It was also a rather random time, and not being as big of an idiot as most thought him to be, Dipper was quick to begin wondering what the point of this whole visit was. Growling lowly, he staggered to his feet with the intentions of finding out.

"Just to check up on me? You must think I'm pretty dumb if you thought I was going to believe that." Dipper spat, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring. "Especially since the last time we met, you stole my body and tried to burn my journal!"

"But I mean it this time, Pin-" Before Bill could even finish, a roll of toilet paper was suddenly chucked at his head. "Hey, hey! I'm being honest here, scouts honor and everything!"

"Bill, you always have a stupid reason for showing up!" Dipper huffed, suddenly finding his head back in the toilet, as another false alarm began to wash over him.

"Okay, fine. So maybe I did come over to see someone else." Bill admitted, his bottom lid pulling up in a sheepish way.

"Mable?" Dipper coughed, wiping the back of his mouth with his head as he looked back up at Bill.

"Nope." The demon replied, floating around Dipper's head slowly. "Guess again."

"If you're looking for Grunkle Stan, I'm pretty sure hes ready with salt." Dipper muttered, trying to smack at the demon.

"Close, but no." Bill laughed, patting Dipper's head before floating a little lower, so he was almost eye level with Dipper. "And I'm already gonna tell you, its not question mark either."

"I'm out of ideas then, man. You're just going to have to tell me." Dipper sighed, trying once again to push the demon away.

"Well, normally I would say that I don't have to tell you anything, but I guess if I don't tell you now then you'll just find out later on." With what Dipper assumed was a smile, the dream demon idly reached out with his cane and poked Dipper in the head with it. "Why, the baby, silly."

If Bill had seen this coming, then he probably would have done something to try and stop him, but sadly he didn't. In one quick move, Dipper had taken Bill's cane out of his grip and was currently using it to smack Bill in the head with. However, Bill allowed him to do this.

"W-what the heck are you talking about!?" Dipper gasped, suddenly tossing the cane aside. "First off, I'm a guy! Second off- that doesn't even make sense!"

'Always expect the unexpected' should have been a quote to live by when it came to living with a creature such as Bill always hovering around nearby you. It was also a quote that Dipper was now etching into the back of his brain, as Bill suddenly hovered over to where Dipper's forehead was and was now poking it once again, completely ignoring Dipper's comments. This lasted for about a minute before Bill suddenly sprung away and was now eye level with Dipper once again.

"You're funny." Bill commented, suddenly poking Dipper's cheek. "Its almost like you forgot that one, I'm a demon, and two; your silly 'Human Rules' don't apply to me. I can do whatever I want, bring anything to life- regardless of gender."

Dipper felt his face flush, his earlier anger suddenly melting into what he would consider to be some kind of fear. Frowning, he looked up at Bill, now more curious than ever but having way to many questions to ask at once to really speak up properly. So instead, he just stood there and prayed that Bill would catch on and just answer everything for him.

"How- When-" Was all Dipper gave Bill to go off of.

"Well, you remember when I 'borrowed' your body that one time? Well, while I was in there, I noticed it was pretty durable, and so I left a little something in there for when I left." Bill answered, as if he was simply explaining the weather to Dipper.

"W-what!? Why me of all people!" Dipper exclaimed, looking at Bill as though he had grown a second head.

"Well... I figured you'd be okay with it and-" A sudden slap cut Bill off.

"Why the heck would I be okay with this!?" Dipper all but yelled, suddenly grabbing Bill from two of his three sides and shaking him rather violently. "I'm a teenage boy! Its not normal- Well, it kinda is now... But what did you do!? "

"Well, you're such a Mother Hen anyway, and you're really adorable so I thought it would be okay." Bill explained, suddenly reaching out a hand and petting Dipper's head in an attempt to calm him down. "Besides, its not like I'm going to up and leave you."

"Oh great... Now I'll be stuck with you and- some kid I don't even want for the rest of my life..." Dipper muttered, sitting down on the edge of the toilet and glaring up at Bill.

"Well, thats kind of children work, Pinetree." Bill said, still stroking the other's hair idly. "Geez, I thought all humans were supposed to know that."

"We do..." Dipper muttered, looking over at Bill and huffing out of his chest once more. "You realize also that I hate you more than usual, right?"

"Thats just the hormones talking." Bill replied, patting the other's head suddenly. "Don't listen to your mommy, baby."

"No its not... Daddy is seriously pissing mommy off..." Maybe it was though, because Dipper soon felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips.

"Actually, Pinetree, I'm not 'daddy'." Bill said, "I didn't do anything here. This is YOUR mistake."

"W-what do you mean!?" The smile instantly wiped itself away from Dipper's face. "How is this MY doing!?"

"You'll figure it out eventually, kid." And with that, Bill was gone, leaving behind a very confused Dipper in his wake and another mystery for the boy to solve.


"Well, you remember when I 'borrowed' your body that one time? Well, while I was in there, I noticed it was pretty durable, and so I left a little something in there for when I left."

Sweat slicked hair and a heaving chest were the first two things Dipper had registered as he sat up in his bed, following by an immediate grasp at his pajama shirt, directly over his stomach where those hands had been in his dream. That one sentence kept echoing in his mind as he grasped at the shirt, sighing in relief when he discovered that it was flat. With even the skin under the material voided of any sort of bump or bulk that shouldn't have been there. A few deep breaths was all it took for Dipper to settle his rapidly beating heart, as he tiredly pulled himself from his bed, letting his tangled bedsheets fall free from his body at their own accord.

Shivering softly at the sudden drop in temperature, he wiped the remaining sweat from his forehead and allowed the cold to take care of the rest of the heat on his body and clothes.

"It was all just a dream..." He thought to himself as he shuffles through the chilled air of the Mystery Shack, intending to leave his summer bedroom and hopefully find some comfort in the form of the downstairs TV. "It was just a trick..."

Wincing softly as his sock covered feet touched the annoyingly squeaky stairs, he slowly and carefully attempted to make his way down them without any further noise in fear of waking the other residences of his summer home. As of now, he really just wanted to be on his own, and he really didn't want anyone asking him what was wrong.

After all, how could he even answer them? That dream was something that he never wanted to relive or repeat, as it was just to crazy and downright impossible even.

'Anything you can conceive is possible in the mindscape.'

The memory of that simple fact alone sent chills of fear and discomfort down Dipper's spine, and the occasional creaks from the stairs did nothing to calm his already frazzled nerves. Chocolate brown eyes suddenly darted down to their owner's arm in a sudden and unplanned movement, as another shudder ran through the poor boy at the sight of several scars, left by healing puncture wounds from what he remembered to be forks.

"Anything... But not this..." Dipper muttered as he rubbed one of the dull wounds gently, still feeling a bit of a sting as he did it. "All Bill did was take my body...He only did this to mess with me."

Dropping his arm to his side suddenly, he finished his decent down the flight of stairs quickly before silently running to the safe place that was the old chair in the livingroom. From there, Dipper took notice of a few things. The first being that the clock on the DVD player only read 3:00am, and the second being that the early morning darkness that filled the room was rather comforting to him, as most of his worries suddenly drifted away in the gloom.

"It was just a bad dream." He muttered from the doorway, slowly stepping through it and entering into the room, blindly shuffling across the carpet before he finally reached the chair and sat down.

With a tired grunt, he swiped the remote off of the chair side table and flipped on the TV, not caring what channel he turned to as long as whatever came on was silly, stupid, or anything else that would wipe his short term memory of that horrible dream. Taking a deep breath, he settled on Gravity Falls' worst movie channel before settling further into the couch.

'That's all it was..." He thought, feeling his eyes go heavy the instant they landed on the TV screen. Despite him not wanting to drift to sleep again, he found himself fighting the dense fog that soon clouded his vision, followed by the darkness that came with his sleep. Bright images from the TV soon faded, and he soon found himself slipping into a nothingness, a dreamless type of sleep,that for once he found rather welcoming.

"Hey, Dipper!" Mable's voice and the honey coloured glow of the morning sun rise greeted Dipper as he awoke. "Wake up before Grunkle Stan and I eat all of the pancakes!"

"Good morning to you too, Mable..." Dipper grumbled as he dragged himself off of the chair, quickly tapping the remote to shut off the TV before flowing his bouncy sister into the kitchen.

A rather disgruntled grunt sounded through the somewhat quiet kichen as the twins entered, their Grunkle not once looking up from his morning paper as they shuffled in. However, the paper was soon lowered and set aside once the two had pulled out their respective seats and sat down. This was the older man's way of letting the kids know that they were free to talk, as Dipper had learned from spending quite a few mornings with the conarist.

"Geez, Dip. You look terrible." Stan began the morning conversation, slowly getting up and going over to a nearby pan and picking it up off of the stove. "You feelin' alright, kid?"

"H-huh?" Dipper gasped, looking up and suddenly at a loss for words as he stared silently at Stan for a few minutes before finally answering him. "Um, yeah. Just had trouble sleeping last night."

"If it was because of all that summer reading you do, then I'm confiscating all of your books." Stan teased in his most serious tone, slowly serving each child before sitting back down with the pan still in hand. "But in all seriousness, I want you to head back to bed after your breakfast. Can't have my employees looking like they've just seen a ghost or something."

"Grunkle Stan!" Mable giggled as she began to douse her pancakes in syrup. "When doesn't Dipper look like he's seen a ghost?"

"Hah. Funny." Dipper mumbled as he soon copied his sister's actions with the syrup while listening to his relatives' soft laughs at the small joke. "But I'm fine, really."

"No buts about it. Finish your breakfast and get back to bed." Stan said sternly, casually lifting his paper once more in a 'this conversations over' type way.

"Alright, fine..." Dipper huffed, stabbing his breakfast with his fork before eating a bit of pancake.

It wasn't the best breakfast he had eaten during his stay in the Mystery Shack, but it certainly wasn't the worst either. The pancakes were a little more lumpy than he would have wanted them, but it was nothing that some off-brand syrup couldn't fix. Once finished, he did just as his Grunkle had told him and shuffled off towards the stairs that lead up to his bedroom door.

"Good night, Dip!" Mable called to him from the kitchen, causing a soft smile to form on her brothers otherwise pale face.

"Night, Mable..." Dipper called back, slowly turning back to the stairs and starting up them.

The moment he started up the stairs, he could feel the same heaviness in his limbs and eyes that he had felt back on the chair in the livingroom. With each step, he couldn't help but feel that maybe his Grunkle was right when he said that Dipper needed more sleep, as each step felt more challenging to him. His tired limbs and mind were ready to just curl up on the stairs and sleep one of those dreamless dreams right there.

'Just a few more steps to go...' Dipper thought between a soft yawn, his eyes closing as the yawn caused them to water up a little.

However, they didn't open after that, as the darkness had already claimed the messy haired boy, and his hand now limp with sleep let go of the handrail.