Chapter 1

"I'm sorry, there's really nothing we can do. The best we can do is put her on life support, but that would only give her a few more weeks," the docter told my Mom.

"How long did you say she had?" Her Mom was barely holding back tears.

"Three Months."

I stopped listening and looked out the window. This was the sixth docter they'd been to, but the answer was always the same. She was healthy just a few weeks ago, but suddenly she got sick. Really sick. It finaly cleared up, or so they thought. Sometimes her legs would act up and she couldn't use them, or she couldn't talk. The docters said she had some kind of nerological disorder, and that her time was limeted.

"Come on Skyler, let's go," Mom woke me up from my dark thoughts, and we walked back to the car.

I was reading a book in my bedroom when Mom came in.

"Sweetie, I-

"I don't want to talk about it," I said. "Really, there isn't anything to say, I'm going to die. It's just the truth." Mom just sighed and left. I finished the chapter in my book and went to bed.

A forest towered above her, pines reaching for the stars. She walked down a small trail, trying to get to the lake. But branches kept getting in her way, and brambles snagged at her feet. But she kept trying, even when they got so thick she couldn't move. Suddenly, a voice came from somewhere ahead of her.

"

I can help you..." The branches cleared, just a little, and she saw the lake ahead of her, but then they closed back around her, engulfing her in darkness.

I woke with a start, then looked out my window. Wierd... I eventually fell back asleep.

When tomorrow came, I couldn't get up. "Mom!" but my voice was barely audible "MOM!" I called again. This time she heard me and came rushing in.

"What's wrong!?"

"Can't move..." I whispered. Mom lifted me up so I could sit.

"Try moving your fingers," She said calmly. I tried, and eventually they followed my commands. Later, I could stand on my own. "I think you should stay home from school today," Mom said. Sighing, I went down to the kitchen and grabbed some cearial, then clicked on the TV.

Odly enough, Gravity Falls was on. It was Sock Opera, my favorite episode. I curled up on the couch and watched it. When the end of the episode came, I started getting sleepy. In the show, Bill Cipher got flung from Dippers body, as usual, but then Bill turned towards the screen and said, "Sweet dreams..." and I fell asleep.

The forest towered above her, turning the day into night with there thick boughs. The shadows below reached for her, turning into strange, shadowy humans.

...It's terminal...She won't live much longer...The shadows muttered. They tried to grab her, but she jumped back. Soon she was pressed against a tree, but still the shadows snatched at her...Three months!...One shouted next to her. Then, a voice came from above her.

"Need some help, kid?" She looked up. A snappily dressed, yellow triangle was floating above her, his hand reached out. She reached up and grabbed it, and the tirangle pulled her out of the shadows. Unexpectedly, they were standing on the ground, and the trees were normal pines. "The name's Bill Cipher, dream demon extraordinare!"

"Wait, from the show!?" She-I said. I soon relized I was dreaming.

"I guess you could say that..." he leaned back in the air, twirling his cane around.

"Well, what do you want, then?" I asked.

"How do you know I want anything?"

"Because I know what you're like"

"Silly girl, you have NO IDEA what I'm like," Bill said in his demon voice. "But I know what you're like. You had such a good life ahead of you... He flashed pictures of a girl with a handsome boy laughing together. That same girl getting a diploma, then getting married. Them out on a boat, with dolphins swimming by. The last image was a sunset on the beach. "I can give you your life back, without that disease."

"Alright, I'm listening." I said scepticaly and crossed my arms "But what's in it for you?"

He laughed, "

I just need a key."

I raised an eyebrow at him,

"Mm-hm, sounds similer to what you said to Dipper."

"You're a smart one, aren't you. Just remeber without me you will be dead in three months. Or less," Bill said it alomst casually, but the last part sent a shiver up my spine.

"Yes, but I would like to know what I'm doing here," I tried to sound brave, but my voice quivered a bit.

Bill turned away, then started muttering,

"You, of all people, know what it's like in the Dreamscape. Imagine being trapped in there," his voice rose to normal, "Never to feel sunlight. I can't actually feel anything. I'm almost just a figment of every-one's imagination," he started to yell, and grew to the size of a car "Of course I would be insane! How could I not be!" He seemed to relize what he said, and shrank back down."I hate to act this way, but I need help." Those few words hit me. I know just what it's like to need help and not get it, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"Ok," I whispered. Bill turned around.

"What was that?"

"I said I'll help you, if you help me."

Bill actually seemed surprised, but held out his hand, which was engulfed in blue flame. I shook it. I felt myself waking up, then thought I heard a small voice whisper,

"Thank you."

I woke up from the dream, still lying on the couch. Something was glowing in my perephrial vision, and I saw my hand had blue fire swirling around it. It soon dissapered withought a trace, but she knew what she had done was real, somehow

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