Chapter 3
Being a dream demon had its perks. You could do anything you want, see whatever you want, and go wherever you want. With his power, there was nothing to stop him. He was invincible and the only rules he had to follow were his own. If Bill wanted something then he would get it. It didn't matter how long he had to wait, after all, good things come to those who wait. In the rare cases that they did not, then Bill knew how to play the game He's had a few millennium to make practice perfect. All he had to do was offer something they wanted, something they couldn't possibly deny.
However, there was a limit to his patience; and right now, watching these two fools are pushing him far beyond it. It was infuriating.
It didn't matter that he had all the time in the world. These two idiots were wasting his time; something he definitely didn't appreciate. If they wanted to pass time arguing back and forth then be his guess. He could care less about what they did in their own time, but as stated before, this was his time. He had a few favors to call in, new deals to make, and an important girl to attend to. All he needed were these two buffoons to hurry up, summon him, and make a deal with him.
After his defeat during Weirdmageddon, Bill had lost a majority of his power. It was the reason he had turned to stone, he is a dream demon after all. If he couldn't move then he couldn't make deals, and if he couldn't make deals then he would lose his power, which in turn would strip him of his immortality. The bigger the deal, the more power he gained, and the longer he lived. That's all there is to it.
Bill snapped back to the conversation as he heard Pine Tree's reluctant agreement.
"Just… Just do it already! I don't want to be here any longer than I need to. I want to get back to Mabel as soon as I can and make sure she's alright." Dipper gave in. He took a few steps to get out of his great uncle's grip and looked towards the ground while folding his arms across his chest. A habit, Bill had figured, he did when he was upset over something that wasn't going the way he wanted/ thought it should be; and in some cases where he thought he was correct about something.
Finally! At this particular point in time, Bill couldn't remember words that sounded sweeter than the words Dipper reluctantly muttered. Well actually he could but you get the point. Good grief, that took longer than it really needed to. Afterall, if Bill knew anything about the Pines' family, it was that family came first.
"Great! I knew you'd eventually come around and see reason. Do you have everything we need for the summoning?"
Dipper rolled his eyes in exasperation. Of course he had everything, he wasn't about to screw this up. "Yeah. Why don't you take a rest while I set everything up? It's already noon and even if you don't admit it, your age is starting to take its toll on you."
"I'm perfectly fine! I'm not that old." Ford huffed. He looked extremely offended and a little red in the face. He, just like Dipper, pulled his arms across his chest.
Dipper smirked and let out a laugh. "Uh huh, that's why you had to take a few stops on our way here. Not to mention that it's your fault that we're both covered in dirt and scratches from when you accidentally bumped into me and we both ended up falling down that one hill. That only happens to geniuses when they start getting old. You sure you're not going senile? "
"I-I was distracted and wasn't looking at where I was walking is all. Enough of this idle chit-chat. Just focus on doing what you're supposed to be doing." Ford said indignantly, walking a few feet away from the stone statue that Dipper was still in front of.
He watched as Dipper drew Bill's summoning circle and lit the candles. He knew the boy really didn't want to do this but what else was there to do? He could only hope that this works. It has to work, he didn't want Dipper to lose his twin as he had. The pain was unbearable.
"Alright Grunkle Ford, it's all set up! Let's get this done and over with already." Dipper called, snapping Ford out of his thoughts and unknowingly getting a whoop from Bill.
Ford got up and made his way over to Dipper, a sense of dread and hope warring in the pit of his stomach. 'You can't back down now! This is the only option that we have left. I can do this, I know I can. You know Bill, all you have to do is make sure there aren't any loopholes.'
Bill watched with his figure leaning forward, legs stretched out in front of him, and rubbing his hands together. His eye is wide open in anticipation as Ford is now standing within the circle. He could feel a certain energy stirring in the breeze. He could feel it ready, waiting for Ford to use it in whatever way he pleased. It was the same indescribable power Bill once had at the tips of his fingers, always at his beck and call with a snap of a finger. The same power he was about to call his own once again.
Ford cleared his throat, took a deep breath in, and closed his eyes. In a deceivingly strong voice, Ford began to chant the familiar words he has spoken many times in the past.
Triangulum entangulum, Meteforis dominus ventium, Meteforis venetisarium
Egassem sdrawkcab!
Egassem sdrawkcab!
Egassem sdrawkcab!
Egassem sdrawkcab!
Egassem sdrawkcab!
… Nothing happened.
Ford turned around, his eyes downcast, as an unbearable feeling of disappointment and hopelessness weighed down on him. What was there to do now? Their last hope was a complete fail. Bill was their last hope! Ford has no idea how he's going to take care of the twins now. He didn't think he had the strength to watch Mable slowly deteriorate right before his eyes, or Dipper's for that fact. He couldn't help but w-
Ford's head snapped up as he heard Dipper yelp and then completely froze at what happened next.
As if in slow motion, there was a flash of brilliant blue and suddenly everything turned gray.
