DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters. They, a few things they say, and some scenes belong to their respective creators Alex Hirsch from DISNEY Telivision Animation, and Cartoon Network.
Chapter 1
Bipper's Beginnings: The Sock Opera Flop
Mabel was hanging over the stage in a giant wooden cake prop; Bill, in Dipper's body standing over her on the scaffold.
Bipper! She thought; leaning back against the edge of the prop, which was hanging from the broken support that would cause her to crash down onto the floor below, if it wasn't for Bipper holding on to it.
"So come to your senses! Give me the book or your play is ruined!"
Mabel, feeling helpless, handed Journal #3 over to Bipper.
"There it is; I mean, who would sacrifice everything they've worked for, just for their dumb sibling?" Bill said, grinning.
Realization overtook Mabel.
"Dipper would."
"Huh?" Bipper said, confused; just as Mabel pulled him into the prop, and the cake crashed to the floor with the both of them. They both rolled to the end of the stage, with Mabel on top of Bipper.
"Get out of my brother's body, you evil triangle!" Mabel shouted, hitting the book against Bipper's head.
Grunkle Stan got up from his seat in the audience, a camera in his hands.
"Whoa, children fighting! I can sell this!" He shouted.
But Bipper flung Mabel off of him, as easily as if she was just a pesky insect. He stalked her as she tried to crawl away. He flipped her over and yanked the book from her clinging arms.
"You think I'm evil, Shooting Star?" He said, his voice suddenly deeper, his yellow eyes turned red. "I'm much more than that!" He spat out. "I have immense strength! I have vast knowledge of this universe! And now that I have control over your brother's body, I can affect your world in very real, very physical ways!" He said as he jumped backwards and swept his arm to the side, still holding the journal. "I am a being of pure energy with no weakness!"
"True, but you're in Dipper's body! And I know all his weaknesses!" She yelled as she ran at him arms outstretched, ready to tickle him.
"You honestly didn't think I had thought of that?" Bipper laughed as he easily dodged her, then shot a burst of fire at her. It hit her in the chest as she flew across the stage, landing in a heap on the broken remains of the cake prop.
"Wait, what?!" Grunkle Stan yelled.
"Mabel, what's going on?!" said Gabe, the master puppeteer.
She groaned painfully in reply.
Farmer Sprott shouted "Witch! I've been waiting all my life for this moment!"
The crowd turned towards the stage. They were confused, angry, and wanted answers. They started advancing, shouting accusations.
"What's going on?!"
"This isn't what I paid to see!"
"Skoobididoo! Hortsquabble my goat knees!"
"Wait, it's all part of the show!" Mabel said as she tried to get up, desperately trying to explain. But she had already lost control of the quickly escalating situation.
"Oh, yeah, well then where's the other weird kid?" Tats shouted over the crowd, hands cupped around his mouth
"What?" Mabel said, eyebrow raised. She turned. She saw the coattails of Bipper's priest suit pass through the exit.
"Dipper." She whispered, then ran after him.
The crowd was close behind.
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Bill was walking through the forest with Dipper floating close behind. Bill stopped, then leaned against a tree. "Guess I overstayed my welcome." Bill said, exhausted. "That took a lot of energy, tossing Shooting Star aside, then shooting a fireball!" He said, then laughed.
"Leave Mabel alone!" Dipper shouted at Bill. "And give me my body back if you're going to be complaining!"
"And lose my only opportunity at taking a shot at this world?" Bill cackled. "No thank you, I'd much rather put your body through unimaginable pain. After all, it is pretty funny."
"What!? Then you'd die within days! My body would die!"
"If I was going to die, I would just leave your body. Besides, you could just tell me when I need to eat, or stop to heal."
"You know I won't do that."
"Really, Pine Tree? What would happen to you if your body died? How would your sister feel, knowing you died and she could do nothing to help you?" Bill paused. "You see, I have an immense amount of knowledge; and I can use it to do many things, one of which is persuading you to do what I want."
Dipper sighed, head down, defeated.
"Kid, trust me. I want what's best for this world." Bill said calmly.
"Like what? Reducing it to rubble? Ashes? Or maybe you just want to rule over an army of mindless puppets!" Dipper shouted at him, anger coursing through his no longer physical veins.
"Do you really think that?" Bill said. "Sure those sound like plausible ideas, but that's not what I had in mind. I want to liberate this world, and finally make it free. Anything will be possible! I'll remake a fun world, a better world! A party that never ends with a host that never dies! No more restrictions, no more laws! You'd be one of us, all powerful, greater than anything you've imagined! And all I need is your help!
Dipper paused. "...What?"
"Kid, I want to make your dreams...No! Make everyone's dreams come true."
"More like make everyone's worst nightmares come true." Dipper said.
"You'll just have to trust me, after all, I do have control of your body now."
"Not like I had a choice." Dipper said glumly.
"No, you made that deal, and now you'll have to live with its consequences!" Bill chastised. "Or rather exist, I guess, because you're no longer really living." Bill chuckled.
"Now, I just have to find a sustainable energy source while I plan our next steps." He proclaimed as he walked into a clearing.
"There should be a cave filled with flying eye-bats around here somewhere." Bill said as he brushed his priest suit off, grabbed a large stick, and sat down on a large rock on which he promptly started sharpening his stick with a stone he picked up.
"You're going to eat those things?" Dipper shuddered, remembering the images from the journal.
The journal! he thought. Yes! I just need to get the journal, and find the page on Bill!
"Well, what else am I going to eat?" Bill asked. "Most animal are too quick for you to catch, and I don't want to get bitten by a gnome." Bill answered, leaving Dipper trying to catch back up with the conversation. He stopped to think.
"Oh, right. But couldn't you just go into town and-No, that wouldn't work, almost everyone was at the puppet show when the crazy stuff happened. We'd get caught for sure, and I don't know what would happen then." Dipper said. "Maybe-"
"Hey Pine Tree; we're here!" Bill called out from across the clearing. There was a cave hidden in the undergrowth. Stalactites and stalagmites had formed in the entrance, and it was dark enough inside that it made Dipper think that it looked like an open mouth ready to swallow whatever wandered inside.
"Yeah, I suppose this is the right place." Dipper sighed as he entered the cave.
After Bill had made a fire and killed 3 eye-bats, he said "I don't know.. exactly how to eat. This is where you help me, kid."
Dipper thought carefully. "Okay, put your mouth around a small area of the animal-Wait! Cook it first, then do that. After that, close your jaw slowly, biting through until your teeth meet inside of it. Then pull your head back slowly, holding the animal in place with your hands. Make sure to not bite, or eat the bones!" He said.
When Dipper was sure Bill had enough to eat, he relaxed. He hadn't realized he'd been tense. Then another realization came to him: it was getting dark. "Bill, keep the fire going. You're going to have to sleep now."
"Alright, I don't know if I can even do that, but I'll try. All these human habits are really annoying." Bill replied.
"They're necessary." Dipper shot back. "Now lay down, close your eyes, and breathe slowly."
"That sounds like a really easy way to get killed."
"Bill, you have to sleep, otherwise you can't refresh your energy."
"Fine, fine. But I'm sleeping with one eye open." He said as he lay down, crossing his arms over the journal.
"Good luck with that." Dipper smirked. Then he realized Bill was sleeping with one eye open, it's black slit staring at him.
"Creepy!" He murmured.
The fun was just getting started.