OOC Notes:

This is what I get for publishing my first GF story. xD Sorry for the wait guys, and the short chapter. Honestly, I couldn't think of anything to add on to without messing up my plan for the third chapter. And things are going to get fun in there. Really. Really. Fun. :3

Okay ignore the evil writing side of me. My imagination is getting way ahead of the rest of my brain. x3 For now, just have fun reading this while I work on Chapter 3. We will get more mischievous Bill then. Don't you worry...

Chapter 2

"Dipper! Dipper!" Dipper's eyes twitched as the voice called out. It seemed... familiar. Achilingly. It was like whoever was talking he knew well, very well... but every time he focused on who it could be, it seemed to slip from his mind. For a moment, a fierce temptation to open his eyes, to see who could be talking to him.

"Rest." Another voice called out into the murky darkness, surprising Dipper. So far, there had only been that singular voice, calling over and over to him. But this voice... this voice was more dark. More commanding. Dipper shuddered slightly as an icy cold gripped him, wrapping around him. N-No... this isn't right... I gotta... resist... Another shudder ran through his body.

"Rest!" The voice commanded again, now louder and a hint of anger entered it's voice. The cold around Dipper grew colder... making him wonder briefly how it could get any colder.

"Dipper, Dipper! Come on, bro, wake up already!" It was the first voice again… Wait, bro? Dipper gritted his teeth a bit as the cold receded a bit as he thought deeper. Wait… Mabel!

Dipper's eyes opened wide as he looked straight up into his sister's face. "Dipper! Finally you sleepy-head! Did you pass out from working on the password? I told you you're obsessed! Anyway, me and the girls are heading to the theater to set up the play! I'm using your journal as a prop for a play, and now I'll walk away before you process what I just said- BYE!" Mabel waved before she ran out of their room, heading down the stairs.

"Wha…" Dipper said, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes before he realized what Mabel had just said. "H-Hey! I'm still angry with you!" No response from Mabel. Dipper groaned a bit before he sat upright, realizing that he was still in his bed. And then it all came rushing back to him.

"The laptop!" He said softly, seeing it closed on the floor next to his bed. For a moment, he almost didn't pick it up. Maybe it was just a dream. Maybe Mabel was right and he was getting too obsessed.

Wait, what am I thinking? This is the mystery I've been trying to solve all summer! No way am I going to give up now! Dipper, thought, shaking the earlier thoughts outside of his head. And then he frowned. Where did those thoughts come from anyway? Sure, maybe he was obsessing a bit. But to stop now after they had gotten so far was ridiculous.

Slowly, he opened the laptop, scared of what to see. Was all the information already gone? Or was that dream with Bill real? Slowly, Dipper lifted the lid of the laptop.

And saw eight green spaces ready to fill in with a codeword.

For a moment, Dipper sat dumbfounded as he stared at the computer. That doesn't make sense at all… Dipper thought, staring at the computer, his eyes wide. I mean… whenever Bill is involved… it couldn't have just been a dream! Could it

Dipper still looked at the computer, expecting it to change. But nothing happened… nothing happened at all. Could that be it? That it never was counting down at all, and I was just sleeping then? I mean… it has to be… right?

"Dipper! You in there, dude?" A voice called up from the living room which he recognized as Soos's.

Dipper's gaze, which had been locked on the computer screen slowly peeled itself away. "Yeah, I'm in here Soos!"

"Well, come on then! Aren't you coming to Mabel's play?" Another voice called, and Dipper felt his heart flutter a bit. Wendy. Even if Wendy wasn't going to go out with him, Dipper keep his feelings for her down. For a moment, Dipper hesitated, looking back at the laptop.

Come on, now, have some fun! He scolded… himself? Well, that was strange. But he knew he himself was sending… himself a message. Now it's just getting confusing. Dipper shook his head slightly.

"Coming!" Dipper called, before rushing down the stairs.

He really should have thought more about it.