A/N I'm been getting questions about what kind of cipher is at the bottom of each of my chapters. It's the cipher that was used for the first few episodes of Season One of Gravity Falls if you want a hint. Anyway, enjoy as always. Also, I wouldn't mind if you pointed out typos, that's up to ya'll.

Edit: I edited some grammar and a few sentences.

Chapter 6 - A Late Night.

Dipper woke up with a start, clinging at his sheets in desperation. His nightmare was clawing at his mind as he sat there, panting raggedly. With the recent revelations of what was happening, Dipper breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down as quickly as he could. Emotions. It was his emotions that caused Bill to take over repeatedly, at least, that's what Ford had told him. Hazily, Dipper picked up the glass of water nearby, gulping it down rapidly. He could see Mabel's sleeping form nearby on her own bed in the shadows, mumbling about something in her sleep as Waddles lied, curled up, under her forearm.

He wiggled his toes, something caking the sole of his foot. Dipper placed a finger against it, feeling what seemed to be mud and pine needles coating his feet, dry and crusty. What were they doing on his feet? He let loose a yawn, his brain thing him to go back to bed rather than to pry into the strange substance on his sole. He ignored the filth on his feet, curling back into bed.

/(I)\

He woke up in the forest, smacking his head against a tree branch roughly as he rose his head. How had he ended up here? It was pitch-black, the evidence of a recent thunderstorm covering the ground in the form of puddles and slick mud. "W-Where.. am I?" He said despite his realization of familiar landmarks. He moved forward, his bare feet disappearing into the mud with a squelch. He jerked it out with a sucking sound. "Ugh! What the hell!" He grumbled, continuing to walk forward, even with his feet vanishing into the abyss. And then he saw it, the single red string tied around his finger. It was difficult to see with the low light but he could see it clearly through the dimness, the bright crimson of the twine snaking together around his flesh. He felt a tug, his hand being jerked forward as the string began to tighten. He saw it snaking deep into the forest, not a speck of mud covering the red-lined path. He followed the trail, winding the string together into a ball. He saw it as his heart leapt in his hollow chest. The string's end was tied around the outstretched hand of Bill's statue. The moonlight shone from the gap in the tree canopy, illuminating the statue with a ghostly blue light.

He heard it, the faint echo of whispering emanating from the statue. It was almost as if it was beckoning him toward it, the red string of fate tugging him closer to his demise. "Is this even real?" He mumbled to himself, turning away from the statue. The string became taught again, pulling him back around. Dipper froze, eyes going wide as he saw the figure in front of him.

"You tell me, Pinetree." Bill said, pulling the other end of the string closer. It was surreal, the triangle appearing before him. It had to be a dream, it had to. Bill sat where his statue normally was, in his old human form, sitting cross-legged."This is an interesting predicament we've gotten ourselves in, isn't it?" He placed a grinning smile atop his closed fist as he leant against his arm.

"YOU! I hate you! How d-dare you!... You prick!" Dipper swore. Bill pulled a hand against where his heart could have been, faking emotional pain.

"Me? Ha! You grew some balls since I last saw you, Dipper." His smile had fallen. He rose from the ground, hooking Dipper with a cane that appeared out of nowhere.

"I mean it, Bill. I don't love you anymore." Dipper snapped, angry at Bill in particular.

"That doesn't mean I don't love you still, kid." His shrill voice had softened yet Dipper didn't care. He didn't care about the fondness in the dream demon's voice or the fact that his body was beginning to refuse to listen to him as it began to turn to jelly in front of what seemed to Bill.

"You have a funny way of showing it." He said coldly as Bill pulled Dipper close with his cane.

"Oh stop it. Don't tell me you're not excited to see me. I can see it the way your body heat rose and how your shaking." He poked Dipper gently on the nose with his free hand before grabbing Dipper into a hug. Dipper didn't know how to react, his limbs refused to listen to him as they allowed Bill to hold him. He felt his hormones kicking him, his human instinct telling him it was alright. But it wasn't. Deep down, Dipper knew that he was just Bill's puppet, he had been since that day Bill swept him off his feet. He jerked away, face flushed red as he landed in a puddle behind him.

"N-No! I'm not!" He stuttered out, getting up as he tried to scrap the mud off of his pyjamas. He was suddenly pressed onto a tree, the bark roughly rubbing against his exposed legs. He looked at Bill as the demon pushed himself close.

"You sure about that Pinetree?" Bill asked, whispering it gently into Dipper's ear. Dipper felt his face flush, his throat becoming dry as he struggled to talk. He felt Bill's alien heartbeat against his chest, Bill moving his hand closer to Dipper's trunks. Dipper grabbed onto the demon's hand, roughly pulling it away. Bill reacted to that moment by pressing his lip's against the teen's collarbone, tracing his way up to Dipper's closed lips. He pressed himself closer, the demon's tongue worming its way into Dipper's mouth as it mapped out every inch of his mouth, entwining it with Dipper's own. Reality suddenly snapped back to Dipper, the teen trying to shove Bill off yet he found that Bill's claw-like fingers holding him tightly in place. He started to squirm, Bill digging his fingers in tighter until it drew a small pinpricks of blood. It didn't hurt, in fact, Dipper didn't feel anything but Bill's body against his own. Bill released Dipper from the exchange. Dipper swung his fist around, knocking Bill onto the ground. He had hit Bill so hard, the demon had a bloody nose. "What the hell was that for?!" Bill snapped.

"'What the hell was that for?!' Are you kidding me?!" Dipper screamed in return, wiping his mouth on disgust. "You're a sick bastard if you think I feel that way, Cipher." Bill looked defeated. He let loose a sigh before speaking.

"We both know we can't exist at the same time, Dipper. Why not just become one? It'll be easier for us both." He stated, crossing his arms like a child after not getting what they wanted. He wiped the blood away from his nose before holding out an open hand. "How about we make a-"

"A deal? No way." Dipper finished for him, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I don't care. I'll find a way to get you out of my body and my head."

"It'll be impossible and you know that. We either have to both die or both live. You've known that for a while, haven't you? See, having an all-knowing demon in your head isn't that bad, is it?" Bill was smirking now. Dipper wanted to wipe that smile from his face with force but he knew that Bill was right. "You know things that you shouldn't and it bugs you how you know it? I'm right, aren't I? Face it Dipper, I am you and you are me."

/(I)\

"My god, Dipper did you really get an A in almost every subject?" His Mother shouted with sheer contentment, looking at his report card. Dipper knew that every subject, excluding Physical Education, was an A or above.

"How'd you do it, young man?" His father asked with a chuckle. Dipper laughed.

"I honestly don't know. Luck I guess?" He mumbled. He didn't know. He just knew the correct answers. He knew things that others didn't. Sometimes that disturbed him. Like how Mary Jacobs placed her gum in the further most corner of her desk or that Jonathan Willis was cheating on his girlfriend with a girl he met during summer camp in June. Or that Mabel was having constant nightmares about Weirdmageddon and refused to tell anyone, even Dipper himself. How he knew, he didn't know that part.

/(I)\

Dipper jolted awake, sweat coating his body. Him encountering Bill in the forest was only a dream. It was just a dream. It was just his subconscious telling him the truth. That was it, Dipper told himself. He glanced out at the window and then at Mabel, early morning light filtering through the triangular window. She was still fast asleep, Waddles moving around before snorting in his sleep again. He felt something drip onto his arm and he glanced down, seeing blood speckled on his arm. He raised a hand up to his nose, feeling blood slipping between his fingers. Concern and slight fear struck his heart, blood landing on sheets. He knew what Bill was planning, and it wasn't good.

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