Author's Note: Okay, so I wrote half of this before I watched that puppet episode. So Alex and I think alike?! What?!

Disclaimer: None of this is mine.

The door crashes open, letting some light sneak into the dark room.

"So, Dipper, what do you have?" asks Stan. He bursts into Dipper's hotel room, skipping introductions and beginning the important things, like usual.

"'Sick of screaming let us in.'" sings Dipper.

"Dipper, what are you doing? Your sister is who knows where and you're singing!"

"'The wires got the best of him.'" Dipper stands.

"Listen here; I don't know what you've been drinking or eating, but you've got to snap out of it!"

"'All that he invested in goes straight to hell, straight to hell.'" Dipper takes a step.

"Snap out of it!"

"'Ooh, ooh. Straight to hell, straight to hell. Ooh, ooh.'" Another step closer.

"Have you started drinking again? What has gotten into you, boy?!"

"Not a fan of that one? It makes me think of you." Yet another step.

"What?!"

"Well, not everyone likes 'Wires'. Maybe you'd care for something else?" Step.

"I want answers!"

"How about a song for me this time? Yes, I think that I will have to do that." Step.

"What the hell have you done to yourself?!"

"'The secret side of me I never let you see. I keep it caged but I can't control it.'" Step.

"You've gone insane!"

"You just haven't seen this side of me! I'm not that harmless child! Why do you treat me like one?! Oh yeah, because of the incident! Did I ever tell you what really happened?"

"Kid, look-"

"Mabel convinced me to go with her. I didn't want to, but I knew she'd get hurt if I didn't. So I went along. She disappeared for a second. I was panicking, and that's when she jumped at me, shouting. She laughed." Dipper pauses painfully.

"But then something did come. It attacked Mabel, started biting her. The fear in her eyes, man. It was enough to make my heart take control. I jumped in front of it. By doing so, I blocked Mabel from harm's way. I told her to run, that I would be fine. I tried to fight it. But it took me and rolled down the hill. I fell, fell, to the bottom of the pit, this thing biting me, and I hoped- no- begged for death to take me in her cold, clammy hands." Dipper looks to his iPod.

"She refused to take me, though. No, she forced me to live through this. I was screaming in agony. Remember when you found me unconscious? A mess of blood and gashes, just sitting there helplessly, hopelessly. I was hospitalized for weeks. That's when I turned to the bottle. It comforted me in ways I had never previously known. It was there for me when you weren't." Dipper chuckles slightly.

"The bottle detoured me from the knife. I have to admit that. But it also kept me from finding my true potential. So I didn't get totally drunk anymore, just buzzed. Yes. You knew I didn't go sober. I couldn't, not after that."

"An old friend has finally shown me the path I was destined to go down! Finally, the way I was supposed to live! And he has helped me with so much." Dipper turns slightly, moving his head closer to the light source. "Now I finally understand what I was meant to do all along."

"Kid, you weren't meant to do anything. You're meant to be a hunter. Have you finally lost your mind?"

Dipper turns his head fully. "I was a hunter. Now… now I'm something else. Not quite human, not quite supernatural. Someone who's body was chosen as the vessel to bring your death."

"I know what you are. Now get out of there and fight me like a man!"

"You asked for it."

Dipper stands in place, not fighting, not moving. Something behind him moves, though. Two things- both a transparent, pale, ghostly blue- flash behind him. One looks like Dipper, the other is taller and more prominent. They both hop around behind Dipper's motionless body.

"Stan! So great to see you again!" smiles Bill.

"Cypher, I will kill you for this!"

"Yeah, sure. I'm so scared!"

Dipper coughs. "Grunkle Stan…" he groans.

"Okay, Cypher, this will be your death day! Prepare to celebrate! Oh look, we don't have cake!"

"No cake?! That doesn't sound like a celebration to me! Maybe I'll get some for your death day today!"

Stan pushes up his sleeves. "You messed with the wrong family, Cypher."

Bill turns to Dipper. "Look, I don't like you and I hate your Great Uncle. Now get up, surrender, and be my vessel."

"But I'm not gonna be your vessel."

"Fuck yeah you are." Bill takes a step to Dipper.

Stan kicks off his shoes. "Don't do that."

"Why'd you take your shoes off?"

Stan steps in front of Dipper. "So I don't break your nose when I kick it." He kicks Bill in the face repeatedly. Bill disappears.

Dipper weakly starts to stand. Stan helps him up.

"I can fight my own fights."

"No you can't."

Yes, time has passed…

"What did Bill do to me?" Dipper groans.

"Kid, he still has Mabel."

"MABEL! WE HAVE TO-" Dipper attempts to sit up.

"Whoa kid! One thing at a time."

"I… I- I don't think the things that he said. I was never in control of my own body. And I just-"

"Enough with the chick-flick moments! Look, I know what happened. Mabel confessed once when she was drunk."

"We need to help her."

"Yes, but you need to recover."

"I'm fine."

"You're not."

"C'mon. If I can walk, I can hunt."

"Okay. You can man the flashlight."

"Fine."