Am I a reliable writer or what? It has been a while hasn't it? That's why I thought: LET'S WRITE MORE CROSSOVER TRASH! Anyway. I guess I should reintroduce myself. I'm Higher on Fire (previously Oona Winchester or Juliet Evans) and yeah. I'll be 16 in November and I'm super excited to be back. I guess let's get started. This is probably going to go a bit AU as I plan on having Bipper reappear for this (EYYYY ;)) and maybe another Bill combination with a certain someone ;) So yeah. Don't be pissy if it gets off. I'm an AU writer for the most part. TF do you expect? Anyway. Love y'all. (FYI this is probably somewhere between Sock Opera and Not What He Seems for GF and somewhere in season 4 or 5 of SPN) ALSO! Guess who got a Snapchat! I update quit often and would love to chat with some fans :) I post a lot of face morph update thingies and fanart so if you're interested PM me for the name! Thanks and Enjoy ;)

3rd Person PoV (for once) - Gravity Falls, Oregon

Dipper stretched himself out while he lay in bed, groaning as he began to stir. It was still dark out, and he had not a clue what woke him up, so he stood, stretching and looking over to see if Mabel was still asleep. She hadn't moved since they'd fallen asleep. Typical for her. He then looked to see if someone had come in there room. Nope. Nothing...as usual. Then something caught his attention.

Standing he wandered to the window, looking for the source of the noise that seemed to ring through the night. Looking out at the darkened land around the Mystery Shack made the 12 year old shudder, though not seeing anything made him shrug off his unease. He crawled back into his bed, looking once more at his twin before he began to drift...

FWOOMP!

He heard a sound like something plopping itself on an old mattress. He sat straight up and jumped from his bed, looking around as everything seemed suspiciously quiet. Until the nasally voice sounded from behind. A voice that made his heart sink with...well not dread but more of an "Uggh this guy" feeling, you know?

"Heya Pine Tree!"

Dipper turned to face the source. Bill Cipher floated just feet from where he stood, a strange look of smug contempt in his eye. Dipper took a step back, not in shock but to reposition himself to look more confident. Dipper felt as though the Cool Ranch Dorito in front of him knew something that he didn't.

"Bill," Dipper regarded him unsteadily.

Dipper felt the ground beneath him shift and shuffle as Bill danced around him, almost taunting him with a secret. Dip struggled to keep steady, but held still as the world seemed to shift around him.

"Have I got the deal of a lifetime for you! You have no choice but to accept this one, Pine Tree, or you're going to have an exceptionally bad time," Bill taunted.

Dipper shook his head, "No games Bill. What do you want? Ad what could you have that I need?"

Bill laughed. Dipper felt almost annoyed by the smugness in Bill's voice. He couldn't stand this stupid triangle. Yet, here he was, trapped in a dream being asked to make a deal.

"Oh, I have something you want. I have answers. Answers to questions you don't even know you have yet! The most pressing of which will plague you tomorrow if you don't give me what I want," Bill taunted.

"What do you need?" Dipper gave in, knowing the only way to know what Bill wanted was to at least act like he was going to consider it.

Bill laughed. It was all Dipper needed. Bill wanted a puppet. Again.

"Two men will show up here in a week and they'll be after either you or Mabel, kid. You choice. Either way, you're going to be confronted by your uncle about me. I guess you'll wanna know why. Only way to find out is to give me a puppet, my very favorite puppet, and you'll get all the answers to any question that pops in your little mind. No tricks, no me trying to steal the journal," at Dipper's glare he added, "or succeeding at stealing the journal. Just my favorite puppet and I having some time together and you getting all the answers you desire."

Dipper frowned. Me or Mabel? What does he mean by that? How can I trust he won't trick me? What if he tries to hurt Grunkle Stan again?

"And what do you gain from all of this?" Dipper speculated aloud.

Bill shifted, as if for once Dipper made him uncomfortable. "None of your business, kid! Do we have a deal or not?" Bill retorted.

The blue flames Dipper remembered sprung before him in Bill's hand again. Dipper shifted, almost thinking of accepting. "You or Mabel, kid." What does he mean by that? The question tickled in the back of Dipper's mind as he opened his mouth to reply.

Time stood still as if the world waited for the answer.