"So… let's see. The Llama is… yeah… Who should I do next? So many options…" murmured Bill.

"Hey, Bill." Bill turned around and gritted his teeth.

"I thought I told you to…"

"You did." said Pyronica, "I just wanted to tell you that Dipper knows what you're doing."

"You told him?!" he raised his hand, like he was going to slap the demon lady.

"Don't you dare." hissed Pyronica, "Otherwise…"

"Otherwise what, you (so much cussing)." he said, leaning onto his walking stick, suddenly feeling weak.

"I might get the others to come here," replied Pyronica, slyly, "Teeth, 8 Ball, Keyhole, Paci-fire… With all your demon friends as weak as you are, how do you think Weirdmaggedon's going to go?" Bill blinked.

"Why are you so against me?" he asked.

"I'm only teasing you, Billy. Lighten up!" Bill rolled his eyes. Suddenly, there the door opened.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" asked a tall dark teenager. Bill and Pyronica were hiding in a practically abandoned Motel in the forest, no one had disturbed them until now.

"Get lost." growled Bill.

"No! This is my place. I come here all the time. You can't just squat here for the night and act like you own the place. YOU get lost!"

"I'd be careful if I were you." said Pyronica in a sing-song voice as Bill withdrew his Blade.

"Woah, what?!" said the teen and Bill had slain him before he could run away.

"…"

"…"

"Was he on the wheel?" asked Pyronica, looking down at the teen with uncertainty.

"Robbie Valentino. The heart with a stitch." said Bill, nudging the body with his foot, "Yeah, he's on the wheel."

"… We should get the body out of here." said Pyronica after minutes of silence, "I'll take care of it."

"Oh no you don't! Every time I let you out of my sight, you do something that annoys me. You're staying with me. We'll both get rid of the body."

Dipper Pines was lying in his bed. He didn't sleep as much as he used too. Mainly because being in his bedroom caused painful memories and sleeping caused painful nightmares. Tonight, Dipper decided to just lay there in the dark. Until something happened.

"Dipper, are you awake?" whispered Great Uncle Ford.

"Yes." his Great Uncle found his way through the dark and sat on Dipper's bed.

"I have some good news." he told him.

"What is it?"

"I think I've found a way to bring every dead person on the Cipher Wheel back to life."

"How?" asked Dipper, sitting up.

"All we have to do is kill Bill's human form. Then everyone will come back to life. I'm sure of it."

"Is that hard? Or easy? Or…"

"It should be relatively easy seeing as Bill is very weak and vulnerable. But I have to kill him. I don't want anything bad happening to you or anyone else, so it has to be me. Now, listen carefully… If Bill kills you, just remember. I will do everything I can to bring you back. So don't be afraid."

"What happens if… you can't kill him? If he kills you instead?"

"Game over." said Ford, getting up, "We'll talk more tomorrow. I just wanted to tell you that now. It might help you rest easier." he was right. Dipper fell asleep as soon as he left the room. And for the first time in practically forever, he had a dream instead of a nightmare:

"Tag! You're it!" laughed Mabel, poking her brother on the back in-between the shoulder blades.

"Not for long!" replied Dipper, chasing after her. Waddles was running around after them too, squealing with delight. The sun was shining. Great Uncle Ford and Grunkle Stan were talking and laughing together on the porch. Wendy and Soos soon joined in on the tag after a few minutes. Even Pacifica joined in. Old Man McGucket arrived and started talking with Ford. There was no mentions of Bill, it was almost as if he didn't exist. Everyone was carefree, everything was OK. What could go wrong?