This story is a request from Barbacar. I hope you like it.
As a warning the later chapters will include serious violence and character death.
The title may change.
Prologue:
After a long day of fighting unicorns to gather a patch of hair the only female in the Corduroy family snuggled beneath a thick quilt and laid her head on the pillow. She winced as the swollen eye touched the pillow and quickly she rolled onto her other side. Red hairs sprawled in every direction as the events of the day took its toll on her fatigued body.
Slowly she closed her eyes where she knew she'd dream of beating down another hoard of snooty brightly colored horses.
Mabel mentioned to them on their way to through the forest that the hair was required to place a barrier around the shack so Bill Cipher couldn't gain access inside. It was the third time she had heard that name in passing. Both times before when the twins mentioned his name it was in accord with something negative.
The first time Soos mentioned they followed the dream demon into Stan's mind, a place Wendy verbalized never wanting to visit. Dipper refused to delve into detail of the second encounter, although Wendy had a hunch that this Bill she had yet to meet was the cause of her friend's swollen wrist, stabbed arms, and severely bruised body. Stan was lucky no authority questioned him on the boy's condition.
At the very least the teenager counted her blessings of never having to run into the infamous Bill.
Within minutes the fatigue lulled her into sleep.
Almost immediately she woke in a world of grayscale. She jumped to her feet to see her cabin before her, although the numbers were written in some strange code. She glanced over her shoulder to see the trees all looking back with wide yellow eyes with slit pupils in the center.
Laughter echoed all around. Wendy spun to hear the laughs multiply as if being produced by several creatures at once. The volume increased. Wendy clamped her hands over her ears to discover the laughter originated from within her head.
The girl let out a scream and at once all noise ceased.
Shuddering Wendy removed her hands from her ears, half expecting the laughter to start up again. She looked from one direction to the other to see all the watching eyes had vanished. Just as she took a deep breath a blinding gold light appeared before her.
She shielded her eyes until the brightness toned down. There before her stood a glowing yellow triangle about a third of her size. He wore a black top hat and matching bowtie. In his hand he held a yellow cane. The teenager stared, but subconsciously shook at the sight of a single eye in the center top of the triangle.
Wendy calmed her breath and gathered her bearings. Without shaking she asked, "Who are you?" Although from Mabel and Soos' vague description she believed she already knew.
"The name's Bill Cipher, Red, but we already met once before," Bill said with a tilt of his hat. "Of course then I maneuvered your meatsack friend like a marionette." Bill grasped at his middle and laughed with his eye shut. Bill wiped an invisible tear from his eye. "Those were the good ol' days."
"Get lost," Wendy snapped.
Bill put a hand over his heart and said in mocking sadness, "Oh, how rude."
"I mean it, before I slice you in half," the teenager threatened.
Bill laughed. "Oh, I'd love to see you try," he taunted then stretched out his arms. A hatchet appeared before Wendy. "Go ahead and do your worst, Ice Girl."
Wendy snatched the hatchet and swung it right through Bill's body. Black liquid seeped from the cut. Wendy watched with mouth agape as the pink tissue wound back into place. Eventually the bricks repaired with only a thin red line that outlined where the hatchet had sliced remained. A few seconds later and even the scar vanished.
"You can't get rid of me that easy, toots," Bill jeered.
Wendy glowered at the dream demon. "What do you want anyway?" she spat.
"Yes, enough idle chatter," said Bill. He straightened out his bowtie, adjusted his hat then rested on his cane. "I came here because I could use your help."
Wendy scoffed. "Like I'd do anything to help you."
"Poor, poor, Red," Bill said with his hands out and shut his eye in mock sympathy. "Perhaps you don't realize what I can do." Bill's eye went white. "I can grant you anything. Anything your heart desires."
Wendy watched as tempting dreams passed through Bill's eye. Visions that plenty her age would jump out without restraint if only they didn't know what horrible things that triangle was capable of.
In a split second the smiling face of a red-haired woman flashed. Wendy gasped and took a double take to see the vision had passed. With a cackle Bill let the image return and kept it for a full five seconds. Wendy held her hand over her heart with her right hand and reached with her left one.
Just as her fingers neared the woman's face Bill's eye returned to normal. Wendy recoiled her hand the same time Bill extended his.
"I can let you meet with her," Bill said. His outstretched hand in front of Wendy's face he said, "Do we have a deal?"
Wendy's fingers twitched. She shut her eyes and felt her arm lifting as though out of control. She quickly recalled what became of Dipper and lowered her arm by her side.
"No," Wendy replied. She shook her head then stared Bill directly in his eye. In a firm voice she ordered, "Now get out."
Bill sighed and lowered his arm. "What a shame," he said and turned away.
Wendy watched as Bill vanished from her Mindscape.
Unknown to the Corduroy girl Bill glanced over at her with a glimmer in his eye. The bait had been laid and the trap set. It was only a matter of time before she bit.