Chapter 1: Corporeal

"Huh?" Bill sat up to find himself on the forest floor. Autumn had just settled on Gravity Falls and the colored leaves from the trees littered the ground making a tapestry of red and gold.

The spongy carpet was so fresh it was not yet marred by rainwater. Bill attempted to fly up to get a better view of where he was, but only succeeded in looking ridiculous sitting on the ground with his hands on his hips.

"WELL THEN," Bill thought to himself, "I GUESS I'M GROUNDED."

His attempts at standing were also fruitless as his legs crumpled weakly underneath him, So he sat at a loss for what to do. It was nice out, a little chilly maybe, but that was helped by the vest. The air smelled of mud, which doesn't smell as bad as you'd think. The taste of mud, on the other hand, was less pleasant, and wouldn't seem to leave his mouth.

Mouth?

Sure enough, bill had a mouth, and a nose to smell the mud, and none other than Pine Trees vest to keep out the chill.

In fact, On closer inspection, the nose and mouth were Pine Trees too. As were the legs that were currently useless.

Bill took a deep breath, simply because he could. He felt Pine Tree's lungs expand, it felt good, no wonder humans did it so often. It actually helped clear his head so he could think better.

He must have gotten his old puppet back at some point, but when?

Then he remembered Wierdmaggedon, and those stupid pines twins thinking they could run away from him. He remembered finally catching them and watching them squirm in his hand as he decided which one to kill, even though he knew which one it was. He remembered almost feeling bad for Shooting Star as he snapped his fingers and ended her brothers' life.

Almost.

Then there was the scream.

The hellish noise Shooting Star made when she saw her brothers death that caused Bill to drop them both. He remembered Shooting Stars silly tears over Pine tree, he remembered the death was enough to bring 6er to his senses and shake his hand.

But that's where it all went downhill.

He couldn't even enter 6er's mind because he was being pulled somewhere else...

And that was it.

that was all he remembered before he woke up here, in Pine trees body.

But it didn't make sense, he couldn't have been out for too long, where was the fearamid? and his henchmaniacs? There's no way he lost!

But he had and he knew it, and all he had now was a dead puppet, but even that wasn't accurate. He'd had this puppet before, but it was never like this. Before it was just a meat bag weighing him down, something that's mildly useful for a brief moment then discarded once it's value was spent. This was different, he could feel everything; the hat sitting on his head; the Autumn breeze blowing across his skin; and the dull, throbbing pain in his right arm and lower back.

Usually, Bill would like the pain, but this wasn't the sharp stabs of forks or other flesh wounds. This was a frightening I-don't-know-what-caused-that pain. It felt more dangerous like it might cause permanent damage.

Bill sat on the forest floor in Dipper's body and played with the leaves. They felt so real, so animated and lifelike, he never felt so much as a demon, and he never felt so much in a puppet. That's because now Bill wasn't a puppet, he was corporeal.

And it's the weirdest thing he's ever done.