Before I dive into this whole story telling thing, I just want say that, in my defense, I was left unsupervised.

I'm Alexander Carson and I was very lost. Now, don't get me wrong, I knew I was in the forests of Oregon, but I couldn't find my way back to the road.

Why was I in the forest of Oregon?

Well, school of course. I'm a film student at Los Angeles Film School, and for a final grade, we have to create a short film of our choosing.

Now I've always had an interest in the weird and abnormal, so I did some research and found out the woods in Oregon have had the most bizarre reports. Then I packed up my gear in a bag for the weekend, and drove here to Oregon.

So here I was, a 25 year old man, wandering in circles.

I groaned and pulled out my iPhone. No bars. " Smartphone my ass…" I grumbled and whacked the screen with the palm of my hand.

Ding. Four bars. Nice.

"Okay, Siri. Where's the road?" I asked, nearly hopping with joy.

Google Maps popped up. showing me as a little blue arrow and highlighted a path for me. "This is what I found."

I fist pumped and crooned, "Siri, you're awesome!"

"I know, Xander."

Damn. Alright.

I started walking, following the path shown to me for a good hour before hearing, "You've reached your destination."

Grinning with accomplishment I looked up to see that I was in a clearing. The grin disappeared. "Siri, what the hell?"

"You've reached your destination."

"This isn't the road!"

"You've reached your destination."

Muttering a string of curse words, I shoved that stupid chunk of metal back into my pocket. My eyes looked around, seeing it was a small clearing that was shaped in perfect circle.

Green grass covered the ground and the sun shined through the branches, leaving dots of light littering the ground.

Was it pretty? Oh yeah.

Did I care? No. I want a shower and A.C.

With a sigh, I shifted my backpack and began walking across the clearing. I sat down at the edge of the circle so I was in the shade and pulled out my water bottle, drinking.

I continued to look around, appreciating the beauty of the woods even though I'd punch it in the face if I could. As I analyzed the clearing, I spotted a weird rock.

"What the…?" I got up and went over to it, looking it over.

It was covered in moss and plants, but it almost looked like a triangle with arms and legs. Normally, I'd assume it was just a weird looking rock, but the grass at the base was crushed. So it was put there.

By who? Even the locals stay out of the woods.

I mumbled. "Well, I came out here to shoot footage of the bizarre and this certainly is…" I shrugged. "It's as good of a place as any to start."

I put my bag down and grabbed my camera, turning it on. My finger was about to hit record when I mused that getting a shot of the whole clearing should be my opening shot before going to the rock.

So I decided to climb a tree right next to the triangle to pan across the clearing. My camera went around my neck and I jumped up, grabbing the lowest branch and pulled myself onto it before continuing up. I stopped about twenty feet up, straddling a branch. I looked through my camera, hitting record and began to move the camera, leaning forward.

Snap.

Shit.

And thus began my sudden descent.

I managed to hit every branch on the way down, getting scratches, bruises and splinters. Before I hit the ground, my head smashed into one of the arms on the rock, sending a blinding pain through me.

My body lay on the ground, eyes closed as I waited for the pain to fade. It didn't

Giving in, I opened my eyes to see the colour gone from the world. Everything was black and white, like an old Charlie Chaplin movie.

My head swam as I pulled myself up, leaning against a tree trunk. I had no clue what was going on, but I knew I needed to get out of here.

That's when the rock exploded.

Now.

I know some of you know where this is going, and are thinking 'oh no this is bad'. Well, props. 'Cause you're right.

But if you'll give me a minute, I think I can make this worse.

A loud sigh came from the remains of said rock. "Man oh man is it good to be BACK!" A yellow triangle said as it climbed out and floated around.

It stretched, loosening up I guess. The triangle reached out and cracked it knuckles. The ground shook and cracked, as if an earthquake was rippling through. However, as soon as the triangle stopped, the halved snapped back together, throwing me across the clearing.

I groaned, and started to crawl away on all fours, agreeing with my gut feeling of going away.

"Hello, Wheels!" The triangle appeared in front of me, one eye staring at me. "Where are you off to?"

I scrambled back, startled. The triangle was about my size and had no mouth nor nose. "I must've hit my head hard to hallucinate you…" I mumbled, in complete shock.

"Oh, you hit your head hard alright!" He laughed and snapped his finger. A bubble of colour floated in front of me, showing me lying unconscious, clothes and skinned scratched up and bruises dotting my body. It was my head that was the problem; I was lying at the feet of the triangle, a nasty gash on the left side of my head, starting at the top of my head and ending at my temple. There was a pool of blood underneath my head and my face was covered in the liquid.

Unconsciously, my hand went up to the same place on me, feeling nothing.

The laughter grew louder and I looked up, seeing the triangle lounging with a martini. "You'll definitely bleed out! Shame… Oh! Where are my manners? Bill Cipher!" He extended his hand to me.

I took a step back. "Alexander Karsen…"

"So, Wheels," Bill continued, ignoring my introduction. "What're you going to do? You know, about the whole on death's door thing? 'Cause I know a guy who can fix this."

"Who?"

"Me! I just need a form of payment."

I patted my pockets, knowing everything was in my backpack. I looked around, not seeing it anywhere.

As if reading my mind, Bill laughed. "Oh, I have an idea." He extended his arm, a black cane appearing in his hand.

My eyes squinted, not trusting the magical floating triangle with a bow tie and a hat. Crazy, right?

"What do you want?"

Bill looked at his hand, like he was inspecting his nails. "Oh, just your body. I have some errands to run and I need a physical form to do them."

He held his hand out to me, the whole thing suddenly engulfed in blue flame. "What do you say, Wheels? Your life for a rental?"

I looked at his hand before grabbing it. "You have one hour."

Bill's eye turned red and his voice became demonic. "Wonderful!"

Then I was yanked out of my body and colour returned to the world.

"AHHH!" I yelled as I saw my own body lying on the ground. The wound closed up, but I was still doused in blood.

My eyes opened.

They were a bright yellow with black slits for pupils. I sat up and wiggled my fingers, grinning.

"Wow! I think this body is my favourite so far!" I heard my voice say. But it had a different tone about it.

I, er, Bill, stood up, legs shaking like a baby deer. He looked at the stone statue, reeled back a fist and punched it, giggling.

"Hey!" I called. "Watch it!"

Bill looked at the hand, and wiggled the fingers again, wincing this time. "Oooooh, that's nice." He crooned, ignoring me. He dipped a digit into the puddle of blood, drawing symbols on his statue.

"What are you doing, you freak?" I cried and tried to tackle him, but ended up just going straight through him.

Bill turned and looked at me. "We're going on a trip, Wheels," Then, he shook the statue's hand, a portal appearing under it.

It and Bill toppled into it disappearing. I ground my teeth before diving in after, the light vanishing.

I fell through darkness, hearing laughter and cackling all around me that would've made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. But my body was out on rent.

Then suddenly, it was bright and I was tumbling in the air until I finally stopped. Bill was on the ground admiring his skinned elbows and knees.

I growled. "You're almost out of time, Bill. Hurry up or get out."

He looked up, a twisted grin on his face. "Whatever you say, Wheels!" Bill pulled my pocket knife out of my pants and flipped it open. He yanked off the shirt, and began carving something into my back.

I screamed in horror, trying to stop his actions but to no avail. Every time I went to touch him, my hand passed right through. He finished in a few minutes, a symbol as the following now etched into my skin:

(Author's note: The picture that is suppose to be displayed here is a picture of a Cipher Wheel. won't let me add the picture itself or a link. I apologize)

XOLOTL NRUTER YAM I TAHT REWOP TNEICNA EHT EKOVNE I NRUB OT EMOC SAH EMIT YM

Bill's eyes met mine, the green grass becoming soaked in red. "I needed you to take this message, now I know you won't forget it!"

I wanted to murder him, but I couldn't touch him. So I went over and entered the statue, back in the same predicament as before.

I sat inside the statue, wanting nothing more than a physical form so I could pummel the triangle. As that thought passed through my head, I felt the statue moving. Almost like it was coming to life.

"Oh-ho-ho!" The sorry piece of geometry cried. "I can't believe you brought my physical form back to this plane of existence ! And you're controlling it! What a day!"

My one eye glared at him. "Your time is up." I reached forward, grabbing Bill's soul (spirit?) and somehow yanked him out of my body.

As soon as he was out, I flew back into my body, being slapped across the face with agony. I collapsed with a whimper, warm blood continuously flooding from my back.

Then, Bill's body came to life again.

"Remember Wheels! You were made for this!" Bill said in a sing-song voice before disappearing.

I lay there for a few moments before grabbing a branch to help myself up. I used my upper arm strength to get on my feet, leaning heavily on the wood.

Snap.

Thud.

Repeat steps one through two with a new stick.

I stumbled into a random direction, stopping to hug a tree so I didn't collapse again. Eventually, I emerged in the front yard of a wooden house.

I saw a girl my age (so around twenty), prancing around the yard in a bright sweater with what looked like… a pig?

My feet dragged me forward and I reached out towards her. "Help…" I rasped.

She turned and gasped, eyes wide with fear. The last thing I remember was the world turning sideways and seeing her feet sprint towards me.

"DIPPER!" She screamed, before I embraced unconsciousness.