Bill asked himself the questions: What, When and Where. He decided to use the same blade to keep it simple. When and Where? Most likely midnight again and somewhere hidden. He knew that using the same dumping ground wasn't a very wise idea, so he would have to hide the body somewhere else. Bill was waiting. He couldn't murder Wendy straight away, it wouldn't be wise. He decided to relax in his spare time by meditating and trying to build up his strength. But it didn't work. No matter how much he exercised and trained, he couldn't get any stronger. Only more weak and tired. He lay down and wondered what was going on in the mystery shack.
"Where are you, Mabel?" Dipper asked, staring at the door of the mystery shack. She would walk in any minute, safe and sound. They would hug and Mabel would admit that she was wrong for ignoring Dipper's warnings. Right? She was OK, he had to believe that. Wendy put her hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, man. She's fine, I know It." she told him, "Besides, the police are on it."
"I'd hate to assume the worst." said Dipper, bowing his head. Wendy bit her lip.
Mabel didn't turn up. Of course she didn't. Wendy walked home that night with her hands in her pockets. There was a gentle summer breeze that blew in her eyes, making them water. She looked up at the evening sky.
"I'd hate to assume the worst too, but…" She couldn't finish. She wiped the tears out of her eyes, then held her head in her hands. A few minutes of weeping later, Wendy heard rustling. Her head shot up.
"You can't always assume things." said a voice.
"Who's there?" Wendy asked.
"Things aren't always true."
"Who are you?" Wendy demanded.
"But in this case, they are."
"Show yourself!" Wendy shouted, "Who are you?" a tall blonde teenager emerged from behind a tree.
"Who am I? I'm Billy." he said, matter-of-factly, "Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way." Wendy noticed the blade held behind his back.
"What's that?" she asked, "Are you going to kill me."
"No, no." said Bill with obvious sarcasm.
"You killed Mabel. Didn't you?"
"Why would I do that?"
"And I'm next?"
"No."
"Get away from me, you creep!" Wendy began running for her life. Bill smirked and began to chase after her. It was like a demented game of tag.
"It's all for the best, Ice bag." shouted Bill.
"How is killing me going to benefit ANYONE?!" replied Wendy.
"You don't know anything, do you?" laughed Bill, lobbing his Blade forward. It hit Wendy right in the back, she collapsed straight away. Bill thought about making a pun about back-stabbing, but something seemed to be stop him. Was it that stupid guilt again? Bill groaned.
"I need help." he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He picked up Wendy's corpse. She was still breathing slightly, but would stop soon enough. He hid her in a bush, quite far away.
"I won't let you get away with this." said Wendy with her last breath.
"I already have." he told her, turning around. He brought out the piece of parchment and red sharpie. He crossed out the ice bag and pointed at the glasses, "You're next." Suddenly, he heard someone approach him. He saw her in the corner of his eye. She had short pink hair with bangs parted across her face and a fringe that covered one of her eyes. She had a big smile with rather thick lips and lots of fangs. She wore a long pink cape, pink stiletto pumps and pink clothes decorated with white flames. She looked around seventeen.
"Pyronica?" he echoed in disbelief, "How did you get here?"
"Same way you did, Billy." she answered.
"You can just call me Bill." he huffed, "Why are you here?"
"To help you."
"I've already killed two people. I doubt I need your help…"
"Not that. I'm here to help you get over that guilt feeling."
"… How?" Pyronica held out her hand, "No." he said. She rolled her eyes.
"Alright, just show me where you live, then I'll help you."