"Dipper! Dipper, where are you?" Mabel was frantically searching, her twin sense telling her he was in danger somehow. She ran through a dark, narrow alley, past some eery, unfamiliar buildings, and into the dark forest looming overhead.

"Behind you." The voice didn't sound like Dipper's but she stopped in her tracks and spun around. She saw the evil triangle, Bill Cipher, with a knife pressed to Dipper's throat. He started laughing as a few hints of blood began drizzling down the young boy's neck. Mabel leaped at him, tackling the dumb triangle to the ground. Dipper's limp body was tossed aside in the dust as Mabel restrained the dream demon. He hadn't had the chance to do much damage, but in Dipper's condition...

"Why hello there, Shooting Star. I was just paying your Brother Pine Tree a little... visit." He seemed to be almost grinning, although he was lacking a mouth. He vanished out of her arms with the snap of a finger and floated above her, laughing."

Stay away from us, you... you evil triangle!" Mabel yelled behind herself as she ran over to Dipper and knelt down beside him, looking over his bruises and scratches. He was shaking a lot and seemed very weak. All of a sudden, blue flames burst forth from the ground around them, leaving no exits. She looked around wildly, Dipper in her arms, as Cipher circled around them with his psychotic laughter.


Mabel sat up in bed with a gasp followed by several raspy coughs. She sat there a few moments with her sleeve over her mouth, then shakily got out of bed with a groan. She then suddenly got a burst on energy as she realized it was possible that wasn't just a dream, after all, Bill Cipher was a dream demon. She threw off her covers and rushed over to Dipper's bed, and was relieved to see his soundly-sleeping form. He seemed to look better than yesterday, but she wasn't so sure she could trust herself with that judgement.

She sighed and let herself fall backwards onto her bed again. Even through her sweater, she was getting chills and she felt a little sweaty. "Well, guess we're both sick now, huh, Dip?" She was mostly talking to herself since her "brother" was asleep, and she instantly regretted it because her voice sounded gross and raspy. She groaned again, mostly in annoyance, and curled up in her blankets and put the pillow over her head. Unbeknown to her, her brother was indeed listening. In fact, he had decided to take a look in her dreams and succeeded in staying hidden. Wow, she was really worried about him, wasn't she? Now she was sick, and he was feeling guilty. He sighed and rubbed in between his eyes. How could he do this with making sure Bill didn't hurt anyone once he was out of Dipper's body? He would be too weak in that sickly state to defend anyone, even himself... now with Mabel sick, too... Well, on the bright side, while in Dipper's weak body, Bill couldn't hurt Mabel.

It was a few hours before Stan had awoken and went to go check on them. Dipper was surprised he did, considering their great uncle never seemed to go up in the attic bedroom. Not often, anyway... He probably assumed Mabel was sick, too. "Come on Mabel, wake up." He shook her as gently as he could, which was still a little rough. She muttered something inaudible from under her pillow and rolled to face away from him. He sighed and pushed down her pillow slightly to feel her forehead. "Not terrible I think, but let's see what the thermometer says." She mumbled more under her pillow in a whiny voice. "Come on, take off the pillow." He sighed and ended up having to take it away and put it under her head.

"99.7, now see, that wasn't so hard. I'll find something for you two, hold on." He went downstairs to fix some canned noodle soup for the both of them.

"Dip, you 'wake?" Mabel asked just before a large, pink, cute, little Waddles came in through the door and hopped on her her bed to cuddle. "Must'a been wondering why I wasn't downstairs, huh? Sorry Waddles, I don't feel like playing today..." She covered some more coughing with the crook of her arm, then gave Waddles a hug. He snuggled up close to her to comfort her, most likely. "Tha-anks, Waddles." She winced slightly as her voice cracked. Great, now she sounded like Dipper.

Soon Wendy was back upstairs with the soup for both of them. "Stan wanted me to bring you guys this. How ya feelin'?" She put down the bowls on the nightstand.

"Si-ick, but I'm n-not as bad as Dipper." Mabel's voice cracked again, of course. She sat up and carefully grabbed her food from the nightstand and carefully took some sips. It had already cooled down a bit , so it wasn't too hot. She watched as Wendy walked over to Dipper's bed and shook him a bit. He groaned and starting coughing. Once he was done coughing, he tried sitting up, but Wendy had to help him. She felt his forehead and it was still damp with sweat and burning up. Dipper was doing his best not to pity the dumb triangle and managed to continue glaring at him. Although, ever since he had entered Dipper's sickly body, he had acted... well... not completely insane, which was weird. Bill being sane at all was weird, no matter what form he was in.

"What am I going to do with you guys?" Wendy sighed, offering Bipper some soup from a spoon. He took it and swallowed. Bill was not particularly happy about being this weak, but at the same time, he was enjoying the feeling of it. It was new and odd being in a human body with human sensations and once in a while an emotion, but also kind of thrilling. A result of his insane nature. Although, being in Dipper's body for so long as well as the illness he was experiencing was somewhat dulling the dream demon's mind, he was still Bill. Dipper made sure he remembered that as he observed.

Once they finished, Wendy took the bowls downstairs and Mabel curled up in her blankets again. It was several hours before she woke up again and got up. She changed into her pink butterfly sweater and headed downstairs, Waddles following behind her.

"Feeling any better, Mabel?" Wendy asked from behind the desk as a sleepy Mabel walked into the room.

"Yeah, a little." Her voice was a little less raspy, but not by much.

"That's good," Wendy answered. "If you need anything, feel free to ask." Mabel nodded and walked to the TV room to watch something. She wrapped herself up in the blanket and settled down for a while. Several hours later, Mabel realized she had been asleep and jumped up sightly as she heard loud coughing coming from upstairs. She frowned, getting more worried. She stood up as she heard some stumbling noises from upstairs.


"Shhhhh, quiet you dumb triangle." Dipper hissed as Bill started coughing when Dipper dragged him out of bed.

"C-can't hel'b i'd..." Bill wheezed, sounding annoyed. "Your du'b hu'bin body is all weird this tibe." He sneezed, then sniffled some more. Dipper didn't want to admit it, but he kinda did sneeze like a kitten...

"Well, I don't want you screwing up my body even more than it is like last time, so I'm going to get someone to take us to the doctor. That's the responsible thing to do, after all, even with medicine and rest, you aren't getting better at all. And since you're a demon and most likely don't have to worry about illness and such things, you probably have no idea how sickness works anyway." Dipper explained.

"Why no'd jus'dt take your body back?"

"Because I don't trust you; you'll hurt me and/or Mabel and that can't happen on my watch, since I'll be in the state you're in when I get back in my body." Dipper sighed in exasperation.

"S'pose tha'd's, ri'dt." He cleared his throat and stood up straighter. " D'ow, I'd rather walk myself downstairs than be dragged." He began to approach the stairs and started to fall down on purpose, but Dipper caught him with a little 'Oh, no, you don't'. Bill huffed in annoyance as he was floated downstairs. He was put down just before Mabel came around the corner, going to check on him.

"Dip, what are you doing out of bed?" Mabel demanded, clearing her congested throat a little. She was looking at him like he was a naughty child who didn't eat his vegetables.

"I... jus'd wadd'ed to tay'ge a wal'gk..." His knees were dreadfully shaky and he was leaning against the wall slightly. Mabel sighed: her brother was being hopelessly stupid again. Wordlessly, she helped him by holding his arm and walked him over to the living room to lie down a while. She pulled the blanket over both of them and settled down to some television.

"Come on, Mabel! Get him to a doctor before he rots my body to death!" Dipper shouted in exasperation. This caused Bill to wince slightly, but otherwise was no effect.


After a little while, Stan came in. "How you two feelin'?" He asked in his slightly-embarrassed and awkward worried voice.

"I'm feeling better, but I think Dip's getting worse again." By now, Bipper had fallen asleep again. His breathing was raspy and uneven. Dipper had been pacing above them up until Stan had entered the room again. Stan touched his hand to Dipper's pale forehead that was burning with fever. He muttered something under his breath.

"Let's get him to a doctor, he's obviously not getting better on his own with this one." Stan decided. He shook Dipper to try to wake him up, but Bill only let out a little, weak groan and slightly opened his eyes.

This body... so much pain... so weak... I'm... a dream demon... why does this human thing... effect me so badly...? Bills thoughts were dragged down and mangled by his fatigue. He could barely feel the rain dripping on his hot face as Stan carried him through the rain into his car and buckled him in on the shotgun seat. Wendy stayed with Mabel, who wasn't feeling too terrible, just really worried about Dipper. She wanted to go with them, but Stan didn't want to pay for another hospital visitor in case they took her in, too, and Wendy agreed to herself that she didn't want to risk Mabel getting worse again when she was feeling a lot better anyway.

Stan drove without a word into town, noting the heavy breathing coming from the young boy next to him. He sighed and at a red light, he looked down at him. Bipper opened his yellow, snake-like eyes half-way to see the blurry image of Stan. Stan was the first person to notice those eyes and a chill went through his spine. Was this... no, why would Bill...? Unless he was somehow trapped in that form...

Dipper was observing the two to make sure Bill didn't do anything stupid. He noticed Stan's somewhat-shocked expression for a moment. Could he have realized it...? If he did, what was he going to do?


They arrived and Stan took Bill out of the car and carried him inside. the doctors took him and Stan waited in the waiting room for about an hour until a doctor came to tell him to come inside the room. dipper decided to look around, but stayed in the area. He followed Stan inside as the doctor explained what had happened. Apparently he would be fine if he stayed overnight, then kept extra warm once returned home until about a week or so after his fever went away. It wasn't like he was going to die or anything. The doctor left the room, leaving Stan alone with Dipper.

"So, demon, what are you doing in my nephew's body?" He questioned immediately after the doctor was out of earshot.