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DIPPERS POV...

"Why do Monday's feel so... you know, bleh?" I asked Mable as we were headed downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. The wood on the floor was still rotting so we had to watch our steps as we walked down.

Mable groned and let both of her arms flail around like limp noodles. "I have no idea Dip, but it's not happy fun time right now." We trudged into the kitchen and sat at the table.

Gruncle Stan walked into the kitchen wearing his boxers and white tee. "Ok I hate cooking on Monday's so let's go to Lazy Susan's!" He walked back into his room to get dressed before we went so I ran upstairs because I forgot my hat. It was sitting on my bed a bit crumpled because I must have rolled on it while I was sleeping.

Once I grabbed my hat and slipped it onto my head I noticed a yellow glow next to the window. "Bill!" I stumbled back, startled by his presence. "What are you doing here you one eyed freek!" I yelled in frustration. Bill had been terrorizing us for most of the summer, and he was starting to tick me off.

Bill floated down to the floor and stood in front of me. "Geeze Dipper no need for the hurtful names. I just want to make a little deal with you." He snapped his finger and a blue flame ignited in the palm of his hand. "C'mon Dipper, don't say no." He warned.

I gave a sigh and started rubbing my temples. "Ok Bill, tell me this. Why would I shake your hand and let you into my mind? What could you do to make me do that?" Bill obviously didn't get that I wasn't going to shake his hand again. The first time was bad enough. I had bruises for a whole month because of that.

Bill laughed a maniacal laugh and snapped his fingers. A giant portal appeared in front of us and I felt Bill push me in. "I have an incentive, and I think you'll love what it is." We appeared in the front yard of the Mystery Shack. The place was burnt and rubble was everywhere. "Looky looked!" Bill said like he was a kid in a candy store.

When I looked I saw Mable lying on the ground. She was so pal, it looked like... she was... d-dead. "Mable!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I ran to her. I knelt down and held her in my arms only to watch her slump over. Her bright pink sweater made her pale skin seem even more pale. "What did you do to her?!" I screamed as tears welled up in my eyes. "Bring her back, now!" My whole world started to crumble around me.

"Calm down little man. It's just what happens if you don't make the deal." Bill snapped his magical fingers and made us appear back in my room. "You should have seen how I did it. It was gruesome, trust me. I just filed down the graphics for you, because I'm nice like that." He held his hand out. "So witch one will it be? Harm to your sweet and innocent sister, or hand over your pitiful mind?"

Bill was going to kill Mable if I didn't shake his hand and let him into my mind. I didn't want to, but if it was for Mable's safety, then I had absolutely no choice. My hand slid into his and a blue flame surrounded our hands, binding our deal. I could feel Bill seeping into my body taking over every inch of my body. All of a sudden I was shocked into a small dark corner of my brain. Even though Bill had taken full control of my body I could still see and hear what was going on outside of my dark corner.

He headed downstairs and into the kitchen. "C'mon let's go eat I'm starving!" He said as he headed for the front door. Since Bill was inside of my mind, he had full access to my memories, but when he left my body they would fade away. So he knew exactly how to act, how not to set off any mental alarms. Bill the spent the next two days doing nothing but eating, sleeping, reading, and watching TV.

Gruncle Stan came into the living room while Bill and Mable were watching TV. "Kids I'm going on a vacation to get away from all this weirdness, and if I don't I think I might explode." He had his regular black suit and red hat on. "Stanford's gonna take care of you two for a little while, so, you know, behave? I don't know." With that Stan was gone.

I sat there for a couple more days watching Bill live my life, wondering what, exactly, he was trying to get out of this. Then one day Bill walked outside and was talking to me about how great it is to live. Then Ford came outside and walked over to us, him, whatever, and asked. "Hey Dipper! I was just about to go out into the woods and see if there are any more more things to document. Would you like to come?" And of course Bill said yes.

They went walking through the forest for hours, discovering a couple new species and having quite a few lively conversations. "Look I saw something over by the water tower!" Bill shouted, but I didn't see anything, and I obviously saw everything he saw. They both ran twords the water tower but found nothing. When Ford had his back turned Bill pulled a metal pipe out of thin air and smashed it over Fords head. "Well, I thought you were smart Ford? I guess not." He shrugged as he levitated Ford and himself to the top of the tower. Once he was up there I watched him dump Ford in the tower. That's when it hit me. He was using me to get close enough to Ford so he could get him out of the way. After that, I herd Bill put some sort of sleeping spell on the place.

It was all my fault, but at least Mable was safe, for now.