A/N: OKAY SO I WENT ON FANFICTION (because I'm addicted to Bipper atm) ONLY TO SEE NO BIPPER FANFICS (like, not shipping, but like... BIPPER BIPPER) SO I'M DOING IT. RIGHT NOW. NOW.

OKIE. LET'S GO.

Mabel kicked her feet against the edge inside of the wooden cake, holding her steady inside the dangling prop. "There must be a way to get Dipper's body back," she murmured to herself, flipping through the old, musty pages of Journal 3.

A sudden voice sent chills down her spine. "Oh-oh, but why would you want to do that?" Mabel looked up, clinging the journal closer to her. Evil, yellow eyes stared down at her, a sadistic smile plastered on her brother's face.

Only it wasn't Dipper. It was a demon.

A demon posing as her twin brother.

Mabel gasped, surprised that Dipper was telling the truth. Bill really had possessed him."Bill-Dipper!" Mabel shouted, pointing a finger. It took her only a second to think of a better name. "Bipper!"

Bipper's frightening smile turned into a playful smirk. "Shh," he cautioned, motioning towards Gabe sitting in the front row. "You wouldn't want to ruin the show."

Mabel immediately silenced, staring lovingly at Gabe. His blue eyes and blonde ponytail were harder to see since she was backstage, but she still imagined every detail of his perfect face as if she were standing right in front of him.

"Whoops."

In a matter of seconds, the prop fell halfway down, just barely missing the visible part of the stage. Mabel let out a scream, clutching the book harder to her chest. She looked up angrily at Bipper, who was smiling down at her, knowing that he'd get what he wanted in the end. "It's slipping," Bill smirked, noticing Shooting Star's unease. "How's about you hand that book over?"

Mabel looked down at Journal 3 for a second. Then, she looked back up and answered confidently, "No way. This is Dipper's. I'd never give it away."

"Hmm." A hint of a smile played at Bipper's lips. "You didn't seem to have a problem taking it for your own play."

Mabel turned to the side, refusing to make eye contact with Bipper. Yeah, she did take it from him. But technically she told him, so that wouldn't be the same thing, right?

"Or ditching him when he needed you."

Mabel's shoulders fell. Dipper was really excited to crack the mystery of that laptop. He would always watch Soos fix it whenever he could, and always talk about it with her before bed. And now, he was trapped in a freaking sock puppet, and a dream demon was now in his body.

Did that make her a bad person?

Bill smiled to himself, knowing that he had won. "So come to your senses. Hand over the book or your play is ruined."

Mabel finally met eye contact with Bipper, tears forming in her eyes. In her mind, she was visualizing Bipper as Dipper. Dipper's physical form would always be there, but it wouldn't be Dipper.

And it was all her fault.

No more attic-stuff mini-golf. No more fun family fishing trips with Grunkle Stan. No more conspiracy mystery hunts.

All. Her. Fault.

A single teardrop fell down Mabel's cheek as she turned away from Bipper, holding out the book to him for him to take.

Bill grinned even wider than when he caught Shooting Star. He was going to win.

Bill's hand clasped around the top of the book. He smiled to himself as he ran his thumbs across the uneven pages on top.

Because he was Dipper. Dipper was him. They were one.

He opened the book, flipping through all the pages. He would remember all of it, since he was still Bill Cipher, at least on the inside. Photographic memory was one of the perks of being a dream demon.

All he had to do

was just one little flame

and he would rule

Gravity Falls

forever.

Bill took out the lighter hiding in his pocket. He flicked it open, smiling at the tiny orange flame inside. That's when he noticed his hand was still holding on the rope.

He glanced back at Shooting Star, taking in how upset she was. Everything he said was true, he knew that. But how could her emotions have that much of a reaction to what he said?

The brunette's next words caught him off-guard. "C-can you help me out of here now? You have the book now... you won..."

For a spilt-second, Bill wanted to help the smaller girl out. But that only lasted so long. "Sorry, sister," he sneered.

And then, he let go of the rope.

Letting Mabel fall.

Mabel crashed on the stage floor, ruining most of the wedding set. The audience gasped, all rushing near the stage to help, but Mabel couldn't hear them against her screams.

She kept crying out in pain as she held her leg, which was broken from the fall. Her arms were covered with the blood from her leg. "Help!" she cried out within her screams.

Mabel opened her eyes for a few seconds, her vision blurry from all the tears. But through all the haziness, she could see Gabe. He was standing in front of the crowd.

He took his puppets off for her.

Mabel tried to smile. But the pain was too great.

The pain of breaking her leg.

The pain of being defeated.

The pain of losing her brother.

Dipper hovered above it all, watching Mabel writhe in pain below him. He felt absolutely useless watching her cry and scream. He looked around the floor for any stray puppets he could use, but all of them seemed to be buried by the wood. Plus, what would he even say or do? There were other people there.

He hated himself. He should've never made that deal with Bill. Now, he'd be invisible forever, and Mabel was hurt because of it. He felt a teardrop on his cheek. He didn't even know that it was possible to cry as a spirit.

But the more you know...

"Mabel..." he whispered to himself, ghostly tears running down his face. "Mabel, please be okay... I love you..."

Everything was a blur. Grunkle Stan singing Mabel's favorite songs to calm her down. Soos and Wendy helping her into the ambulance. The kindness of strangers showing their support for Mabel. Dipper's invisible sobs. The rush of being pushed into the emergency care unit. The pain of having surgery on her leg. The seemingly endless hospital visits. Sadness. Anger. Worry. A flood of emotions.

And throughout it all, Bill was laughing backstage. Laughing like the maniac he was.

A/N: Eh, not so bad? I don't know, did you guys enjoy it? Leave a review to let me know! :)

I'll have the new chapter of Absolve posted sometime this week, for those of you who are curious. If you're new to me and my stories, check that one out too, because I'll give you a virtual cookie if you do. :)

Once again, thank you SO SO much for everything. I love y'all so much!

Love,

Amiable Hamburglar