For lack of inspiration, I just named this chapter sweaters, because Mabel is Mabel and has to make everyone a sweater X'D Other then that, I haven't been doing much lately. Except watching Gravity Falls over again. Coof, I noticed how much Bills character changed from Dreamscapers to Sock Opera, so yea. Anyway,Enjoy!


Everyone attempted to go back to work as normal, but normal was impossible with Bill around. Wendy was slightly more distracted when ringing customers up, and stared off into space instead of reading her magazine like usual. Soos wasn't as useful, seeming to be to distracted at the prospect of a dream demon staying with them. After all, Soos was the new Man of Mystery, so he did kinda live there now... if he was in Soos's position he would be worried to. Then again, he wasn't Soos, and never planned on taking over his mind to become Soos. Stan was watching something in the living room downstairs. Bill though Stan said it was something called... *Hamilton or something..? He didn't grace the matter with to much thought, mostly because he busy thinking of things other than blackmail at the moment. Ford was no where in sight. He was most likely in his lab screeching into a pillow in some soundproof room and the idea of him being back and staying in the same building as him. If he was in Fords position, he might've done the same thing. Not that he really cared about Ford or whatever he was thinking. Dipper was in the attic room with him and Mabel, reading the journal over for the one hundredth time.

Mabel was currently the one in charge watching him and making sure he didn't get into any trouble. She wasn't really paying attention to him though... at the moment she seemed to be knitting some kind of sweater. Bill huffed out a sigh of frustration. He hated it when he didn't know the answer to things! Why had Shooting Star insisted that Ford not even attempt to erase him from reality? After all the things that he had, you'd think she'd be pleased to see him killed. His train of though was interrupted when the sweater that he was wearing was suddenly yanked off by Mabel, and replaced with a different one. He yelped in surprise a small bit, and looked down at the new sweater. It was slightly reminiscent of the one he had before, with a brick pattern at the sleeves. But the major difference was that in the middle of the sweater was the eye he was best known for. There was also a small bow-tie at the top near the collar that seemed to faintly sparkle.

"What are you playing at Shooting Star?" Bill asked Mabel, eyeing her suspiciously. Dipper turned around from his spot on his bed, looking to where Bill and Mabel where.

"I'm not playing at anything! I'm just trying to be nice!" Mabel responded, beaming with happiness. From behind him he heard Dipper try and suppress laughter, but a small bit of it managing to escape.

"What are you so smug about Pine Tree?" Bill questioned, glaring at him.

"Well, it's kinda funny thinking bout the fact you used to be the same person that created Weirdmaggedon." Dipper said, his smiling broadening when he saw Bill's face redden with slight anger.

"Just because I don't look like myself right now and don't have my powers, doesn't mean I can't kill you!" Bill retorted.

"Oh really?" Dipper asked, his smiling growing as Bill's face reddened even more.

"Guys! Stop fighting!" Mabel said, getting in the way of there glares.

"He started it..." Bill muttered under his breath.

"I don't care who started it! If he's going to be staying with us, you both have to behave around each other, and stop acting like nine year olds!" Mabel stated, reprimanding the both of them. Dipper sighed in frustration, and went back to reading the journal.

"But I am a nine year old in this body." Bill responded with a smug smile.

"Oh shut up." Mabel said, pouting a small bit. "So... Do you like the sweater I made for you?" Mabel said, changing the subject. Bill was about to give a rude response, but stopped before the words left his mouth. Maybe he could get Mabel to warm up to him, and then use that to his advantage..

"It's not horrible. If anything i've seen worse. A lot worse." Bill said, turning towards her uncertainly. He still needed to get used to the whole 'gratitude' thing.

"Thanks I guess..?" Mabel responded questioningly.

"Well it's getting pretty late out. Think we should give Bill over to Ford?" Dipper said after a very long amount of silence.

"Umm... Yea, I guess so." Mabel said as both of the twins up from there comfortable spots on their beds. "Come on Bill" Mabel said yawning a small bit and walking down the stairs. Bill slowly walked down the stairs, wondering if Ford would keep his word on not doing anything to him. Mabel knocked on the vending machine, and waited. After a few seconds, The vending machine opened, revealing Ford. His glasses had a glare in them, so his it was impossible to see what he was thinking. Bill looked at him, trying to **decipher what he was thinking. After a few seconds, he reluctantly walked down into the basement. This was gonna be a long night...


Guyz, I'm so sorry about the fact that this chapter is slight crap. I've been really sick lately, so my mind is kinda foggy. I might come back and make it better. And longer. Maybe. Probably not. Assume not.
* Musical References for the win X'D
**Could that count as a pun? DeCIPER? I'll leave now..
Anyway, just remember, Reality is a illusion, the world is a hologram, buy gold bye!