Cutie: So for some reason I got a burst of inspiration to write some Gravity Falls fanfiction at 11pm last night. Have no clue where it came from considering I haven't written fanfiction in literally almost six years. I don't know if I'll continue this or not, but so far I like it, so I might.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls. It belongs to Alex Hirsch.

Takes place after Dreamscapers but before Sock Opera. Bill has a human body in this.

Chapter 1

Dipper walked through the forest with harsh steps, stomping through the leaves and snapping every twig he crossed. He was furious. How could Mabel say those things!? Telling him he was too obsessed with Gravity Falls, that he was too obsessed with the journals! He wasn't obsessed, he just wanted answers. Mabel just didn't understand, she didn't care like he did. She only cared about hanging out with her friends and chasing boys, she didn't actually care about what was going on around them.

Dipper ducked as he passed a few low branches, looking around to find that he was deeper in the forest than he realized. He stopped to take a deep breath. He was too angry to pay attention to where he was going, and now he'd gotten himself lost. He took another glance around to see if he'd recognize anything, but no such luck.

Thinking quickly, Dipper took out the journal and flipped through to see if it would have any pictures of the area he was in, or ideally a map of the forest. Even though he'd looked through the journal a hundred times over now, he meagerly hoped that he'd just missed something, maybe two pages had been stuck together and he'd find a way home.

The journal gave no map. He sighed in irritation. A moment passed, Dipper could feel the anger of what Mabel had said and the irritation of being lost build to a boiling point.

"Rraugh!" With a growl, he threw the journal across the way with it landing on its spine, opening to a random page before settling on the forest floor.

Dipper dropped to sit on the ground, his head hung low with defeat. He let out another sigh, leaning back to lay on his back, arms spread on each side. He looked up at the sky through the canopy of the trees, just listening to the sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds.

He closed his eyes, trying to let himself calm down. He wouldn't be able to find his way home if he stayed irritated like this. The forest always helped to calm him, no matter how many times he walked through it. But it wasn't helping him now the way it usually did, and he was pretty sure it was because this anger was from Mabel.

She didn't usually irritate him to this degree, but when he refused to help with her latest crush of the week, she'd gone off on him about how he was starting to put the journal and the mysteries of Gravity Falls before her. That he didn't care about her as much as he cared about that stupid journal.

Dipper felt beyond hurt at her words, especially since he had in fact been helping her with her latest schemes in the previous days. He had just wanted the day to himself to go through the forest, enjoy the outdoors and see if he could find anything new. Maybe find some of the other creatures mentioned in the journal.

But Mabel had wanted him to help her set up a stage near the shack so she could have a concert with the band she'd suddenly started with Candy and Grenda to try and impress a boy in town who played guitar. He had actually helped the previous few days, getting her books from the library about how to play the keyboard and how to work a stage microphone. He just hadn't wanted to spend the entire day painting the stage with pink paint and glitter. Did she really need his help to do that anyway?

Regardless, it had ended in a fight with Dipper stomping off into the forest, determined to do what he'd set out to do that day regardless of what Mabel said.

So much for that. Now Dipper had to find a way home before dark, or everyone would surely get worried.

Dipper sat up and looked at the journal again. Slowly, he stood up and walked over to it, picking it up and brushing off the dirt that had jumped onto the pages. He glanced at the page it had opened itself to, and saw the passage about the gnomes. Dipper thought for a moment. They would probably know the forest better than anyone, and probably knew the way out.

He glanced around once again, but let out a groan. Even if the gnomes could help him, he didn't see any around and didn't know where their hideout was compared to where he currently stood.

He couldn't believe he allowed himself to get lost like this. Out of everyone, he pegged himself as the last person who would get lost in the woods. Guess he was wrong.

But he supposed he wasn't any closer to finding his way out by just standing there. Tucking the journal back in his vest, he started walking in the direction he was pretty sure he came from. Hopefully he wouldn't run into anything too dangerous.

_Time Skip_

Dipper breathed heavily as he leaned against a tree. He glanced down at his leg, the blood sliding down to his shoes from the wound on his thigh. Quickly looking over his shoulder, he couldn't see the gremloblin chasing him anymore. Giving a sigh of relief, he dropped to the ground for the second time that day and leaned his back on the tree.

He'd accidentally stumbled upon the creature when he fell down a slope and pushed the monster into the dead deer it was eating. Needless to say, It didn't appreciate the interruption. Giving a deafening roar, the gremloblin chased Dipper further into the woods as the boy desperately tried to avoid a gruesome death. It had managed a swipe at Dippers leg while he was running, almost grabbing him but Dipper was able to duck out of the way when a tree branch smacked the monster in the face.

He'd managed to hide behind a thick tree as the creature lost sight of him. He could still hear it grunt and breath as it tried to find him for a few minutes before giving up and walking away.

"Oh, thank god," Dipper breathed out as he finally relaxed. He was sure he'd run out of energy before he could get away.

He was beyond exhausted as he continued to lean against that tree. There was no way he could get home at the moment; he barely had the strength to stand let alone find his way home. Dipper decided that, even though he didn't want to, he'd probably end up sleeping out here for the night. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before, but these weren't exactly ideal conditions.

Dipper shakily took the journal out once again, trying to distract himself from his current situation. He flipped through the pages, rereading what he already knew. Eventually, he got to the page about Bill Cipher.

Dipper paused, hesitating to turn the page. He was definitely in a less than ideal situation, and could really use some help to get back to the shack where it was safe and he could be bandaged up before any infection set in. But would asking Bill for help really be okay? Bill had tried to steal the combination to Grunkle Stan's safe, he tried to help Gideon, but at the same time, he had only done it for the deal...right? He didn't have any real animosity towards the Pines, he was just trying to fulfill his end of the agreement.

Dipper bit his lip, his eyes glancing to the side. He didn't want to ask Bill for help, hell, it was the last thing he wanted, but he didn't really see much other option if he didn't want to spend the night in the middle of the woods with a blood-thirsty gremloblin too close for comfort.

He stifled a grunt of pain as a shock went through his leg. Blood was still pouring out of the wound, and Dipper knew if he didn't stop the bleeding he might not wake up.

"Damn it," Dipper didn't have a choice it seemed.

At least he had something to write the circle with, thought he wished it wasn't his own blood.

Grunting, Dipper moved in a position where he could write the circle on the ground. He moved his right hand to his mouth and bit down on the side of it while his left hand dipped into the wound. His scream was muffled as he drenched his fingers in blood. Hands shaking, he started to draw the circle on the ground.

It was only once he was finished drawing it that he remembered he didn't know the words to summon the demon.

"Fuck!," Dipper was beyond frustrated. This was the only thing he could think of that might help him, and he couldn't even finish it.

Dipper could still feel the blood dripping out of his wound, and he could feel himself start to get lightheaded.

Right before Dipper lost consciousness, he heard, "Well, well, well. Look at you! At least you tried, right Pine Tree?"