Authors Note: Okay I'm confusing myself by not using Bill's name so I'm just going to in this chapter. Although he or anyone else does not know he is Bill Cipher. Sorry if that's just gonna make everything confusing but, yeah. Sooo enjoy reading!

He was going to be caught.

Dipper had rounded the tree and was now staring straight at him. He had a startled look on his face but, didn't freak out like Bill thought he would. He supposed he was freaking out in the inside.

"Um...hi, my names Dipper," he said.

Mabel ran over to where Dipper was and jumped straight to the point, "Why were you creepily stalking me and my brother?"

"Mabel!," Dipper freaked, " this guy could be handicapped and now you've just freaked him out!"

"Seriously, Dipper? He's perfectly normal besides stalking us. Which by the way, why were you doing that?"

Dipper face palmed himself.

Bill had just been standing there not knowing what to say and not really wanting to talk but, now Mabel had asked him a question so he had to respond, "I- I wasn't stalking you. I just didn't...want to be seen." Right after he said it he realized how suspicious it had seemed.

Thankfully, the children, who up close he could tell were twins, didn't question this.

"What's your name?," Mabel asked.

"Oh, um...," He had a name didn't he? Everybody had a name. So why couldn't he remember his? "I- I can't remember," he mumbled.

Mabel looked over at Dipper and raised her eyebrows.

"Okay," Dipper sighed, "You're going to have to come back to the shack with us so Stan can help you get home."

"Oh, okay. Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah," Dipper said grabbing him by his wrist and pulling him out of the woods. Mabel had followed closely behind.

When they arrived at the shack, they found Stan at the cash register counting the days profit.

"What have you kids been up to? No good, I suppose?," Stan said putting his money away and glancing up at the kids.

"Grunkle Stan, we found this kid in the woods. Can we keep him?"

"Mabel!," Dipper yelled at his sister and turning to Bill, "Sorry, my sister's kinda weird. Anyways, we found him and he says he doesn't remember what his name is."

"I'm sure Ford has something to help with that. He's down in the basement if you want him," Grunkle Stan said pointing to the vending machine.

Dipper entered the password and they all set off down the stairs till they got to Ford's lab.

To Bill, the lab looked as if it was taken right out of a movie and places in the twins basement. There were weird levers and strange machines everywhere. Bill didn't know how anyone could work in this lab and not get constantly lost.

"Hey um Mabel? I need to talk to you before we go to Ford," he grabbed Mabel and pulled her into a corner. "That guy is super suspicious."

"Him? He doesn't seen suspicious at all, Dipper."

"Have you looked at his sweater?," Dipper said glancing at the blond. He had light skin and bleach blond hair that was about chin length with bangs that swept over his forehead. His eyes were dark brown and appeared to be glowing yellow. He was wearing a yellow sweater with an eye in the center and light blue jeans, "It looks just like Bill's eye! I think this kid is actually Bill!"

"Dipper that's just crazy!"

"Fine but, at the very least he's working for Bill. All I'm saying is that we should keep an eye on him."

The twins walked back over to Bill, who was completely unaware of their conversation. They continued walking till they got to the end of the lab where Ford was at a desk, his legs propped up and reading out of Journal 2.

"Ford?," Dipper said just loud enough so that Ford could hear him but, didn't get terrified like he had last time. Dipper had come up to ask Ford if he wanted to play Dungeons, Dungeons, and more Dungeons but, when he asked he must have startled Ford because he sprang out of his chair and in three seconds flat, had Dipper in a head lock.

Ford turned around and looked at the children, a puzzled expression appeared on his face when he saw Bill.

"We found him in the forest and he told us he couldn't remember his name so we brought him to the shack to help him. Stan said you had something that could help?"

Ford sat quiet for a moment before leaping off his chair, " I have the perfect thing!," he reached into a drawer and pulled out a gun that looked very similar to the memory erasing gun. " This beauty can tell you exactly who you are, how old you are, and any thing that has to do with birth records. But, it only works if you scan the person and collect the data by having them answer the questions. But don't worry I've scanned this entire town and I even remember days when all I did was walk outside and scanned people all day. I should have some records as to who you are."

Bill was afraid. This man didn't look very confident and seemed to have no idea as to how to work the gun. Plus, Bill had no idea if he should even trust them but, this was the only thing he had so, he sucked it up and waited for Ford to pull the trigger.

Bam!

The whole room lit up blinding Bill. When the world finally became clear again, he could see Ford standing there looking at the device and the longer he seemed to stare the more frightening his expression became.

"Kids...move away from him."

They listened to Ford and moved over to where he was.

"Wha-" Bill began but, stopped when he saw Ford reach into his coat and pull out a gun. He held it right at Bill.

"Move any closer and I shot you, you one eyed demon!" Ford yelled.

"What are you talking about, Great Uncle Ford?," Mabel asked.

"This...man is Bill Cipher."

"Ha! I told you!" Dipper shouted.

"But how?," Mabel didn't understand.

"I don't know but, this isn't a possession."

Bill had moved slightly forward trying to hear their whispering. And for this Ford held the gun more stiffly and rested his finger on the trigger. Bill noticed this movement and his eyes widened. He immediately put his hands up in the air and backed away.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know who Bill Cipher is."

"Sure, you don't."

"I really don't. Look if I could please leave-"

"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE, BILL!"

"I- I- I'm sorry," Bill stuttered. Bill didn't know what was going on. He just didn't want to die. He wanted to find out who he really was. He couldn't have been Bill, this one eyed triangle demon...could he?

Bill didn't have much time to think about this because out of no where he suddenly felt a bang on his head and he fell, face first, onto the floor.