Chapter 3

With a flash of light and heat, Bill landed on his knees in a darkened room in the terror twins' house in Reverse Falls.

Quickly, Bill stood up, cursing under his breath.

Every time he changed dimensions in this annoying human body, he landed on his knees.

He absolutely hated it, but there was nothing to be done about it.

Moving silently, the yellow demon fairly flew into the next room, wanting out of Reverse Stanford's study as quickly as he could.

Using his powers of invisibility, he crept on silent feet from room to room, seeking the journal that held the enchantment.

The demon froze when he heard the tinkle of breaking china, and then cursing from the kitchen, followed by an angry retort.

Bill knew it was risky going anywhere near the humans in this place, but his curiosity got the better of him and he teleported himself into the kitchen to see what caused all the ruckus.

Reverse Stanford was glaring at pieces of broken china scattered at his feet while a fuming Dipper on his knees was sweeping it up.

Bill waited to see if either would speak, but it seemed as if whatever had been spoken was already said, and he quickly grew bored.

As he rose to leave, Stanford and Dipper glanced up sharply, right at him.

Bill froze in place, mentally chiding himself.

There was a chance, small as it was, that they could sense him, seems as they had been living with another dream demon for so long.

"He's here." Stanford rumbled, and Bill saw he was staring at the table where he had been sitting, not at him precisely anymore.

Bill glanced down, and to his horror, his symbol was resting in a glowing beam of yellow light where he had been seated.

Bill slowly looked back up, his heart constricting at the look of sheer delight on Dipper's face, and grim satisfaction on Stanford's.

Bill teleported out of there before anymore could be said, nervous now.

He wished he had quizzed Will on any security measures before he had portaled in.

Bill landed in the room he had been searching for: Dipper's room.

"Perfect." He muttered, as he began shifting through the books and papers on the desk.

He was intent on his work, but not so intent he did not hear the soft footfall behind him.

Spinning around, he saw Mabel standing framed in the doorway, a smirk on her face.

She held a walkie-talkie in her hand, and she began speaking into it.

"Brother, he's-"

Before she could say anymore, Bill had used his magic to smother her voice and pin her to the ceiling above his head.

Giving her a smirk of his own, even though she couldn't see him, he turned back to what he was doing, recklessly throwing things to the floor now that he had no reason to be silent.

Having cleared the dresser and desk, Bill was getting frantic.

Letting Mabel fall to the floor, he visiblized himself and grabbed her throat.

"Where is the enchantment?" he hissed, digging his fingers into her neck till blood dripped down them.

Mabel gasped for breath when he let go, glaring at him in hatred. "I'll never tell you, even if you kill me!" she spat.

"So be it." Bill grinned widely, but before he could do anything, he felt himself being yanked back and away, his body slamming up against the other wall with enough force to make his head spin.

"We've been expecting you." Dipper strode into Bill's field of darkening vision, Mabel coming to stand beside him.

Bill fought back and teleported, having already seen the answer in their minds.

He landed in study again, cursing himself for having scurried out of there so fast as not to have seen that the very book he sought was right where he had landed.

But before he could seize the book in his hands, the twins ran in the room with him.

Bill and the two began a tug of war with telekinesis, the book being pulled three different ways until it split.

All of them pounced on the parts of the book they had, but it was Dipper who had the enchantment.

With a shout of triumph, the boy waved it above his head, only for it to be snatched by Bill and burned with a short burst of blue flame.

Bill screamed with laughter, only for it to turn into screams of disbelief as he felt his magic draining, and glowing chains began appearing on his wrists and neck.

Bill began struggling in earnest, but slowly he was forced to his knees as he weakened and the chains solidified, the leash ending in Mabel's hands.

Bill forgot to scream as reality dawned on him.

He had been tricked.

He had been so intent on destroying the enchantment that he had not seen Mabel casting the binding spell on him.

Hissing, Bill glared through a blood-red eye up at his captors.

Their grinning faces galled him, and he tried to attack them, only to be brought up short by a sharp jerk to his neck.

Stanford somehow was now in possession of the leash, and he dragged the spitting, struggling demon to him.

Bill tried to fight it, but without any magic, he was useless, and was held in place by one of the humans in the room while Stanford studied him gravely.

Bill tried to speak, but found he was unable to talk either.

Gnashing his teeth, he turned his head and sank his teeth-turned-fangs into his own shoulder, letting go in a hurry when he discovered he received no power-boost and it just plain hurt.

"At last, we have the reverse twin of our demon." Stanford finally spoke. "Such a shame we had to use the real enchantment for ours to ensure this one's capture."

Bill brightened.

"But not to worry." Stanford stroked the yellow hair, Bill leaning away in disgust. "He's destroyed it enough with his blocking magic that we've learned how to re-cast it in a short period of time. Soon, we'll have our favorite toy- I mean, slave, back, forever." He smiled cruelly down at the horrified demon, giving his head one final pat before kicking him halfway across the floor to land in a heap at Dipper's feet.

"Now we won't have to share anymore." Mabel giggled as Bill sat up.

She flounced over and bent to look him in the eye. "I call dibs on this one when we have to split."

"Fine by me." Dipper grunted. "I prefer the blue anyway. Less trouble."

Mabel straitened. "I think its just because you're in love with him." She teased, tossing her hair.

Dipper groaned. "Whatever. All I'm saying is, you can have fun training this one. I've got more important things to do then waste time with disobedience."

"I think he won't be too difficult." Stanford spoke up right as Bill was tensing to lunge at Mabel. "If he's too much trouble, we'll just punish his twin instead."

"Like I care." Bill snapped before anymore could be said, discovering that he could speak now. "I care for nothing and nobody. Love is weak and stupid, and I'm neither of those things!"

Stanford raised his eyebrows, but didn't comment on that.

Instead, he said something that chilled Bill's heart worse then the previous remark.

"Well then, we'll just have to use your Dipper. For such a powerful demon, you sure fell for a human pretty bad."

"He's in love with my reverse twin?" Dipper's eyes were wide.

"No I am NOT!" Bill screeched. " I don't love anybody!"

"That's not what Will said, and unlike you, our demon can't and won't lie." Stanford smirked at the expression on Bill's face.

"What about all his friends?" Mabel asked, and Dipper grinned.

"I have no friends." Bill spat.

"So you're denying your deep friendship with my reverse twin? And the other Mabel? How about Soos?" Stanford tormented him.

Bill growled, but chose to ignore that and try and change the subject. "You know, you fleshbags are really the ones in reverse. It even says so right in your town name: Reverse Falls!"

"That's because we really do have a reverse waterfall." Dipper said in such a way that Bill ground his teeth together again. "Now, about your friends and loved ones again…"

"This discussion is over!" Bill snarled, and tried to stalk away, only to be dragged right back and thrown to the floor.

"You don't get to decide anything." Dipper growled in his face. "We own you, and you do as we say when we say it or else."

Bill glared back. "Pain is hilarious." He replied.

"Not anymore." Mabel laughed, and Bill felt something sharp press into his leg, just above the knee.

Then a burst of pain erupted as Mabel plunged in the knife and tore a large gash down the side of Bill's leg.

The yellow demon actually howled, before clamping his mouth shut and panting heavily through his nose.

No power boost, no laughter, nothing.

Pain wasn't fun anymore.

"Laugh." Dipper commanded him. "You said it was hilarious, and I wanna hear you laugh. Now laugh."

Bill gritted his teeth as tears rushed to his yellow eye.

"If only your loved ones could see you now." Stanford taunted. " Helpless, pinned to the floor in chains, entirely at our mercy, and crying tears of pain and humiliation."

Bill, however, refused to shed those tears, even as Dipper started kicking him in the side repeatedly, then reached down and began slapping his head from side to side.

Bill was trying to fight back, but his body felt leaded, and he could hardly move, much less struggle.

Mabel had stabbed one of his hands now, pinning it to the floor, and was slowly tearing it with the knife.

Dipper lowered his leering face even closer to the suffering demon, and that's when Bill struck.

Baring his fanged teeth, he gathered what little strength he had, lunged up and buried them deep into Dipper's face, ripping a huge chunk out when the boy screamed and jerked away, blood pouring from the wound.

Stanford rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers.

An instant later Bill found himself crammed inside a claustrophobic magic box in Mabel's room, unable to move at all.

Seething, Bill began healing his injuries, bitterly thankful for that much at least, and allowed himself to break down crying with frustration.

Not to mention fear of what would happen next, since Will could be dragged back at any moment, and he was unsure of what Reverse Stanford meant with using his Dipper to punish him.

He just hoped maybe Dipper would be able to do something to protect Will, though he doubted it.

Speaking of Will, he wondered how he was getting along with his sweet, sweet pine tree….