he had made his way back to the mystery shack, it was in shambles from the fight with Bill it mostly looked like it was hit with a bomb. But it was still used as housing. He headed to the basement to get the results of the brain scan. He was already pretty sure of the results, but he was still hopeful. Maybe it was just a weird dream, and the after effects of having Bill's magical essence in my body. Who was to say that that was not it? As he walked down the long hall he looked at all the old stuff that was left after what had happened. All the old paintings. All the pictures that Mabel had drawn over the summer, and not surprisingly… the cash register. He knew it would still be there, and it made Stan happy. He began to make his way to the old broken vending machine. As he was typing in the code he felt anxious. He knew what was going to happen… he was going to walk in there and Ford would tell him 'Bill is trapped in your head.' and they would have to re-erase his memories. He was not prepared for that.

It was scary. As the elevator was going down the shaft he though that he could just run and learn to control Bill's madness. He wished he had the option. But he did not, there was no options. He had to get his mind reset to make sure that Bill could never come back. The elevator had stopped at the bottom

floor. When the door opened he saw Ford standing there looking at a long piece of paper sitting on his desk. "Ford." Dipper said in order to get his attention. "is everything okay?" he asked concerned at Fords look. "hello Dipper." he said looking more distraught than ever. "we have the results of the mind scan and well." he put a diagram of Dipper's brain scan on the table in front of him. It looks rather normal. He thought to himself in a reassuring set. Maybe I was worried about nothing. He thought with a relieved smile. "well." Ford finally spoke. "this is your brain scan from a few weeks ago." he implied. He shoved it off the table and put a brand new one. It was mostly the same, except one part. In an area that had a small indent was now covered by a black tumor looking thing. "this is our brain scan from last night." he said in a unhappy tone. "that black area is covering your rem nerve center." he said very dejectedly. "when I was testing this it gave a small reaction to unicorn hair." he said in a very angry voice. "usually that me-e-eans its a ty-y-p-pe of dark m-a-agic." he stuttered to get out. "is it possible that it's just residue to Bill's power?" Dipper asked optimistically. "no, it doesn't seem to be decreasing, its power is being refilled by a source." he hesitated to say it, but a gruff voice from behind them did. "Bill." he spoke angrily. Dipper turned around to see Stan in extreme distraught. "yes, it means that Bill still resides in a part of your brain, he is able to take over your body in your sleep, or in times of blinding rage/agony." Ford stated. Dipper had never felt more defeated. All that time and sacrifice to get rid of Bill. And yet here he was free loading in Dippers dream center. How could this happen? Dipper thought rapidly. How could I have been so careless? he berated himself. Dipper started to walk over to the table in which held the memory gun, he had an idea to indefinitely get rid of Bill. He would erase his memory again. As he made his way to the table Ford stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder. "it won't work, Bill is in a part of your brain the gun can reach." he explained to Dipper. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK." Stan shouted repeatedly out of pure anger. Is this the price I pay for wanting to be a hero? He thought. In all the books Dipper read the hero was supposed to get fame, glory, women, and money. He had none of that… instead he had a dangerous demon living in his head and there was no way to get rid of him. There was nothing he could do but except the fact he was screwed. "I'm sorry Dipper." Stan said. "it should have been me on the end of that gun not you." he openly stated. "there was nothing you could do t stop it." said Dipper, but inside he knew he could have done more. Or could I? He asked himself. Maybe there was no way out of this, like this is how it was supposed to be. He could not think of a better outcome (except Bill being gone for good) that he could think of. He may be alive, but he is trapped in my head… only able to use his power through me. Dipper thought to himself. He grew a large grin on his face. He was no longer upset, but surprising satisfied, "what're you so happy about?" Stan asked the boy. "I have Bill trapped in my head until I die." he announced to himself with a smile. "well I'm glad your taking this so well." Ford said sarcastically with a surprised look on his face. "all I need to do is learn to keep Bill in my head forever and I'll be fine." Dipper said to the two men. "that is easier said than done." Ford told Dipper. "he can escape through you dreams and even post himself in your reality." for said. "that means you can never show emotion, or even react to anything." he said. "can you teach me?" Dipper asked Ford. 'one can only teach what he knows." Ford said heroically. He knew that it was it was close to impossible, but all he had to do was keep his mind stronger than Bill. The boy ran over to the elevator and made his way back up to the gift shop. He proceeded to run out of the house down the street, and to the old northwest manor. He entered the manor which now belong to the old man Mcgucket, he entered a room behind a painting and picked up a small pocket watch. It seemed to have a small engraving in it that read 'for Dipper pines, thank you for saving me.' he almost let a stream of tears come out. But he was stronger than that, he would get stronger… both mentally and physically.

He had to, for them.