"Will Cipher, demon of dreams and nightmares, I call upon thee, to make a deal!" he shouted, his left hand pressed firmly onto the journal atop the table, his other hand outstretched to hover just before the edge of the golden summoning circle.
In response, the room began to leach of color, turning grayscale save for the summoning circle, the journal, and the caster. A golden flame flickered forth in the center of the center drawing, growing bigger and bigger until the fire burst out and dissipated, leaving a small blue triangle in the center.
The triangle was crying.
"What? Are you Will Cipher?" he asked the blue triangle.
"Ye-yes, I, I'm Cipher." the triangle stuttered out. "And, and, who are you, su-summoner?"
"I'm... Dipper Gleeful." Dipper muttered.
"What... kind of d-d-d-deal do you, you want to make, Dipper?"
"You become my servant, obey every order, and in exchange, my sister and I provide you souls to devour and dreams to run rampant in."
"For-for how long?"
"When the last of my bloodline runs out."
"How many, um, souls?"
"As many as you need, except ours or those we need."
"And... uh, can... canIfeedoffyournightmares?!"
"Slower."
"Can... can I feed... off your... nightmares?"
"Why?"
"That makes them st-top coming back. Dr-dream demons... we feed off happy, uh... good dr-dreams... be-because then they don-don't grow back."
"So you want to take away my nightmares?"
"Ye-yes, I g-g-guess?"
"Is the stuttering just something I'll have to get used to?"
"Pro-pro-probably..."
"Do you have a human form?"
"Mhm." The triangle began to glow, morphing and changing into a boy with blue hair covering a black eyepatch on his left eye. His right eye was a slightly lighter shade of blue as his hair, and he wore a near identical outfit to Dipper himself, with a white button up, black slacks, a blue waistcoat, and a black overcoat. He also had a top hat tilted slightly to the left.
"Is this alright?" Will asked, tears already gathering above a dusting of freckles atop plump cheeks.
"It'll do. You need to stay in that form as often as possible."
"I can, can do that."
"Deal?" Dipper asked, holding out his hand.
"D-deal..." Will shook the offered hand, warm gold flames illuminating their joined hands for a second, before Dipper pulled Will to his feet, out of the circle.
The moment Will's feet touched the ground, a thin cuff materialized onto his left hand, making small clicking sounds as a chain placed itself together, link by link, until the length of it rested in Dipper's hands.
"Will, give me your true name." Dipper ordered quietly, and Will was too shocked to even consider resisting.
"William Cipherus."
"Good boy, William. Very quick to please. My name is Mason, if you ever use Dipper again my sister will torture you to the brink of your healing abilities. You will call me Master, you're not allowed to refuse a command, doing so would A) Violate the contract, and B) Give my sister a chance to practice her aim. You will not harm anyone who bears the Gleeful name, William, under any circumstances, unless I order it. You cannot harm me or allow me to be harmed unless I order it. You must answer every question of mine truthfully and without hesitance. Do you understand, William?"
"Yes, master."
"That's a good boy. Do you know how to make human food?"
"Very little."
"We'll have Soos teach you. Now, time to meet my sister. She will harm you, do not fight back."
"Oh-okay."
Mason grabbed Will's chain, gently tugging him to the mahogany doors.
"Wait, m-master, I'm unable to interact with the physical world like you can, h-how am I supposed to serve you?"
"After we meet Mabel, we'll worry about that."
They passed through the grey mahogany doorway to a bedroom, a girl identical to Mason sitting on a sofa facing the doorway. "Ah, DipDot! You're back! Is this Will? He looks like a crybaby."
"He is." Mason remarked offhandedly. "So, do what you want to welcome him or whatever, and then we're gonna get him an actual body with the 'copy machine'. Hurry please."
"Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes, leaping off the couch and launching herself at Will, piercing him with a blade to the back as she passed through him and collided into another couch. "Wow! That felt really weird! Ha, say, Will, did you feel it? Did you feel me pierce your kidney? Didya didya?!"
"Ah, no... I- um, don't have organs... sorry." When she seemed to droop, he interjected, "But- um, I did feel it go through my skin, and that... kinda hurt, I guess..?"
She perked back up. "Yay! I'm glad! When you have a human body, will you feel pain better?"
"Pro-probably..."
"Alright." Mason clapped his hands. "Let's go to the copy machine, and get you a semi-corporeal body."
"Um... to get my fully into your world, you could tra-try opening a ri-ri-rift?" Will suggested, tugging gently on his coat sleeve.
"Sure. How do we do that then, William?"
"Ah, the incantation's simple, and you two should ha-have enough magic out-output.." Will tugged harder at his sleeve, before producing a piece of paper in his other hand. He handed it to Mason quickly. "Tha-that should work.."
"Good."
"The nearest rift is... 23 meters that way..." Will said, pointing south-southeast.
"Ah, is it kind of a blackish, galaxy-like stain on a boulder? We know where that is, and it's in that direction. Could you teleport us there, or do we have to walk?" Mason asked.
"I ca-can teleport-t-t, but it's kin-kind of nau-nauseating..."
"Let's go, daisycakes!" Mabel cheered. "We don't care about a bit a' puke!"
"Okay... sorry." Will snapped his fingers, and the ground shifted underneath them, stopping in front of a large cave. "Ok-kay, you can ju-just s-say it he-ere, and it'll op-pen... I'll, I'll be ri-right back..."
He disappeared, and Mason turned back to the paper, holding his left hand out towards the inky galaxy. "Aperi nunc, et eritis mihi in porta!"
The stain burst to life, shifting and twisting as the galaxy seemed to twist and expand. There was a flash, and it closed again.
"Ni-nice job... you hadn't, hadn't needed your sis-sis-sister, Master."
They both jumped, and found Will standing just to the left of where the portal was.
"So-so-sorry, did I sc-scare you?" he stuttered out, floating up a bit.
"Oh! Will!" Mabel charged at him again, and he opened his arm as if to welcome the knife to his shoulder. Blood oozed out of the cut around the knife, a bright red. "Haha! You bled, oh, you can bleed!" She pulled the knife out, slashing the cut wider, and watched as a few more droplets spilled out until it knit itself shut. "Aw, fast healing..." she grumbled.
"Sor-ry, it's pa-pa-passive. I can-can't shu-ut it off..." he explained, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Nah, that's okay! I can practice torture on you!" she smiled.
"Not now, sis. I need to acquaint him to the rest of the staff and show him around town." Mason interjected.
Mabel pouted. "Fine. But later, okay?"
"Su-sure..." Will promised.
"Yay! I'm gonna go see Candy and take her to the mall, so we can sneer at the uninformed masses!" She hopped in place a bit, than began half-skipping away.
"See you, Mabel." Mason said, waving her off as she skipped to their house. "Stop floating."
"Yes, master." Will responded, touching back to the ground.
"If it wasn't clear, you have to follow Mabel's orders too."
"I-I-I fi-figured..." A second cuff materialized around Will's right hand, clicking together faster and trailing where Mabel had gone. "You-you two are, are the onl-ly ones who, who can s-s-see the ch-chains, bu-but the cu-cuffs thems-selves, are jus-just there."
"Can you make yourself completely invisible, even to someone with powerful magic?"
"Ye-yes, but th-they can det-tect me e-easier-r-r if they have high, high magic-cal af-fini-t-ty."
"Noted. Can you teleport me back to the manor?"
"Ye-yeah... sorry." Will snapped his fingers again, and their surroundings moved back to the manor. "Th-this body wi-will need fo-food besides-s-s souls-s or dr-dreams, and rest... jus-just so you, you know-w."
"Alright. Here, I'll show you to your quarters." Mason turned, and made his way out of the bedroom and into a hallway. "That was one of the unused bedrooms, Wendy doesn't clean in that one. I'll be taking you to the one next to mine."
"Th-th-thank you, master." Will responded, walking a bit faster to keep up with Mason.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
They continued the walk in silence, until Mason stopped in front of a massively ornate door with the Ursa Major carved into the doorway above it.
"This is my room. You are to be here, every day, at seven AM. No later. You will knock twice, and wait for me to come out. Do not go inside. Ever, unless I specifically tell you to come in. Your room is across the hall, see that you're always presentable. Feel free to change the room to your liking, tomorrow we're going shopping after your torture session with Mabel to get you presentable clothes. See you tomorrow. Don't be late!"
With that last warning, Mason twirled on his heel and walked into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Will blinked, then sighed, snapping his fingers to teleport himself into his new room. He looked around, and snapped his fingers again: the brown curtains and square window were changed to a triangle window, with light blue blackout curtains. The bed, previosly brown and quadrilateral as well, turned into a quarter-circle shape, with many blue and black pillows, as well as a yellow triangle version of himself as a plushie. His blankets were now a large fluffy mound, delightfully disorganized. The small ensuite changed to have a more rounded appearance as well, and the closet grew a bit bigger on the inside, yet the same space outside.
Will snapped his fingers once more, and a pair of black shorts replaced his former formal attire. He crawled into the bed, snuggling in, and grabbed his plushie, whispering a quick "Goodnight, Bill." before settling in to his version of sleep.