Author's Note- I am SUPER sorry that I haven't written a chapter in over a month. I felt as if I had lost inspiration but, don't worry I'm back and ready to continue writing. Again I'm terribly sorry I haven't written in forever.
I was meaning to include something BIG in this chapter but, I couldn't really fit it in. It should be in the next chapter, though. Anyway, hopefully you enjoy!
Bill woke up to the sound of the cell door opening. Mabel walked into the room.
"Good morning!," she said after realizing that Bill's eyes were open.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Morning."
"Are you ready for breakfast?," Mabel asked.
"Um..no. Aren't I supposed to change my clothes or something?," he had noticed that the twins and Ford had been wearing different clothes everyday.
"You don't have any other clothes. Maybe you can fit into some of Dipper's. But, first, we have breakfast!," she screamed skipping out of the cell. Bill followed her.
"What's for breakfast?," Bill asked curiously, looking around at the table.
"Dipper is still asleep and I don't wanna make breakfast. So, we can just have cereal!"
"Is cereal good?"
"Some kinds are. You can have any of these," she said putting a few boxes on the counter, "Besides this one, it's Grunkle Stan's and it's disgusting!" She put it back in the cupboard. She grabbed two bowls and some milk out of the fridge. She put her cereal in and gave Bill the same kind cause she noticed he was having trouble deciding. After pouring the milk and getting the spoons, she gave Bill his bowl.
At first, he just watched how Mabel used her spoon. Then he tried it out on his own. He failed and milk spilled down his shirt. Mabel sighed.
"You're going to need clothes now. Then I'll teach you how to use a spoon," she said smiling, "You can go upstairs and get them. Just ask Dipper for some clothes."
Bill nodded and ran up to the attic. He gently pushed the door open. "Dipper?"
He was still asleep. Bill walked over to his dresser and started opening drawers. He opened the one on the top left and found a box. He glanced back at Dipper to see if he was still asleep. He was. Bill opened the box. There were a lot of pictures of the red head that worked in the shack. I think her name's Wendy. Why does he have pictures of he-? Ohhhh. He had a crush on her. Bill chuckled a little.
"What are you doing?"
Bill jumped. Dipper woke up.
"I was just looking for some clothes."
He saw the open box and knew instantly what it was. "What are you doing with that?!" He sprang out of bed and grabbed it from Bill.
"I didn't mean- I was just-"
"Stop snooping through my stuff! This is personal!," he seemed on the verge of tears.
"Um...Dipper?," he said pointing at his legs. Dipper was just in boxers.
When he realized this, he immediately jumped back in bed and screamed at Bill to get out.
Bill left downstairs with Mabel. He explained what had happened and Mabel said that he could borrow her sweater. This one had a giant pink heart in the middle and was extremely sparkly. Bill didn't care. Mabel had asked what kind of boxers Dipper wore. And they spent a lot of time laughing about his Ducktective underwear.
Dipper came down the stairs, fully clothed and still angry at Bill.
"What color were they?," he heard Mabel chuckle.
"Blue!," Bill burst into laughter.
Dipper know what they were talking about and gave them a glare. Mabel continued to laugh but, Bill stopped and muttered an apology.
Dipper chose not to say anything about the ridiculous sweater Bill was wearing. He didn't want to offend his sister's style.
Dipper opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice. Then he slammed the door shut.
"What's wrong, Mr. Grumpy Pants?," Mabel ridiculed him.
"Oh, I don't know," Dipper snapped sarcastically.
"It's not like Bill knew you would wake up and besides you were supposed to get rid of that box anyway. Aren't you over Wendy?"
"Yeah, I am. I just...forgot to throw the box away."
"No, yoooou didddn't," Mabel sung.
"Mabel! I'm over her! Why do you never believe me?!"
Bill felt uncomfortable. He had no idea what they were talking about and it was Dipper's business anyway.
"Dipper!," Mabel whined, "It's not that I don't believe you. I just wanted to help you get over Wendy."
"How are you supposed to do that?," he asked not realizing that he just confirmed he really wasn't over her.
"Well for starters, we get rid of the box. Then we find you a new crush!," Mabel beamed.
"No, Mabel. I don't want a new crush. But, if you promise not to try to do your match-making thing, you can try and help me get over Wendy."
"Okay! Let's begin!"
"What? Now? Don't you think we should wait till tomorrow?"
"Nope. I'll be in the living room!"
Dipper sighed and began eating his cereal. Bill decided that now would be the best time.
"I'm sorry for what I said last night. I was ungrateful. You and Mabel are both my friends. I'm sorry..."
"No, don't be. I was being rude. Ford doesn't hate you. He just thinks you're still like your old self."
Bill paused for a moment, "Do you think that, Dipper?"
"I don't know...," he whispered, "I mean I don't think you're evil but, I don't think I can trust you."
Bill nodded, "Are you my friend?"
"I... I want to help you change."
Bill knew that wasn't an answer but, didn't want to know the real one.
"Oh! I have to go down to the lab with Ford!," Bill said remembering.
"Why?"
"He's going to help me get my memories back."
"Why would you want your memories back?"
"Cause, Dipper. You were right, I hurt a lot of people and they would hate me for it. I have to know what I did so, I can fix it."
Dipper wanted to ask him a question but, was afraid it might depress him. He asked it anyway, "What if you can't fix it?"
"Then, I'll just have to live with the friends I have," Bill smiled.
Dipper smiled back, "Okay, I gotta go to Mabel, anyway. See you later."
"Yeah," he said pushing the buttons on the vending machine and making his way down the steps.
Ford was passed out in his chair with his face in a book that was on his desk. Bill decided it best not to shake him awake.
"Um..Ford?," Bill said a little loudly. Ford didn't move.
Bill sighed. What was he supposed to do? Bill glanced down at the book and saw two words. 'Dream demon'. What was Ford reading?
Bill slowly began to pull the book away from Ford so, he could see the full title. Slowly... Slowly... Slowly...
Suddenly a hand grabbed Bill's wrist, "Don't touch my books."
Bill pulled his hand away, "Sorry."
"I'm guessing you came down here to get your memories back? Or did you just want to visit me?," Ford asked sarcastically.
"Do you have the tests ready?"
"Yeah. I do," Ford said leading the way through his lab to three different machines. He had noticed the strange attire Bill was wearing and made a mental note to get him new clothes.
"Which one do I try first?"
"The one on the left."
It was just a helmet. Bill put it on, confused. "Um.. How does this work?"
Ford sighed, "I'm going to see if your memories are still in your mind but, you just can't reach them. This one could take a while." Ford reached over to the button to begin the process but, hesitated. Suddenly his tone became more serious and almost a little caring, "Are you sure you want to do this? Once you have your memories, there's no going back. And I'm telling you those memories are not good ones."
Bill thought on this for a moment. He know he had done some horrible stuff but, he didn't have any idea what those things were or to what extent they went to. He would know what he did to Ford but, was it worth knowing how awful you were in the past? How indescribable your madness was? He didn't want to do it anymore. But, then, he looked over at Ford and suddenly a memory came flashing back.
Ford and Bill were laughing. They were having a good time. There was a chess table in front of them and it looked as if Ford was beating him. They were talking about an experiment and how well it was going. They were friends.
Then, his mind snapped back to reality.
He was lying on the floor and Ford was calling to him. He opened his eyes.
"Bill! For God's sake! Are you alright? You just...fainted!"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just had another flashback. Sorry," Bill said standing up. Ford seemed...worried about him. Why?
Ford still looked worried but, recovered quickly, "Um, good then. Back to work."
Bill was confused, "You don't want to know what the flashback was?"
"Oh! Um, no, actually. It doesn't really matter if you're going to be getting them all back anyway."
"I saw you."
Ford turned around, interested. "What did you see?"
"I don't understand why you hate me. We were laughing and talking. It looked like we were friends."
Ford sighed. "Put on the helmet." He couldn't answer him. They were friends in that flashback but, all Bill has ever wanted was for Ford to create he portal. Then, him and all the dream demons could come through.
Bill listened to Ford's orders and put the helmet back on. He sat in the chair and waited. Ford flipped the switch. The TV's turned on and Bill's thoughts appeared.
"Wait. You can see what I'm thinking?," he wasn't so sure he wanted to do this test.
"Yes. Anything you think or remember could pop up on the screen at any time. Do you want to continue?"
Bill nodded.
Words flashed across the screen: What could I have possibly done to Ford to make him hate me so much? I wonder what Dipper's doing. What does he like about Wendy anyway? Is there a way back into my demon form?
Ford chose to ignore all those thoughts but, the last one. He raised his eyebrow, "You want back into your demon form?"
"N-no. I do-don't know why that's up there and-"
"It only displays your thoughts. If you weren't thinking it, it never would have appeared in the screen," Ford said. He was beginning to think that Bill only wanted his memory back to try and take over the world again.
"I don't want it but, I guess I might have been wondering if it was possible," Bill said biting his nails. Why do people do this?
"Mhm," Ford still wasn't sure if he should believe him.
Bill was starting to become nervous and changed the subject, "Do you see any of my memories?"
"No, I don't. I wasn't sure if this would work anyway. Move on to the next one," Ford said pointing at a chair and table. On the table, there was a needle. Bill hated needles.
Ford walked over and grabbed the needle. He was filling it with some strange liquid. Bill looked uneasy.
"Are you okay?," Ford questioned.
"Yeah. Do we have to use the needle?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
Bill sat down in the chair and Ford gave him the shot. He yelled in pain.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!," Bill cried, "That hurt!"
"This is going to make you pass out and be able to see the darkest places in your mind. Some things aren't real so don't be fooled. But, if you see something about your past... It's probably not fake," Ford explained. But, when he looked up, Bill was already out cold.
"I hope he heard me," Ford muttered.
Bill's mind looked...empty. There were a few doors but, not much. He was beginning to think his memories would never come back.
He wasn't sure where he should look for past memories so, he just went up every door that he saw and read what was written on it. It seemed to describe what was in the room.
The first one said "Thoughts". Every thought he ever has was on here? Wow.
The second door said "Emotions". He still didn't really understand them.
The third door said "Events".
That might include his past. He opened the door and walked into the next area of his mind.
In this part there were only two doors. One said "Gravity Falls" and the other said "Mindscape".
Mindscape! That was his old dimension! His memories should be in there! He ran to the door and tries to yank it open.
It was locked.
What?! No! His memories are in there! Why would it be locked?
He sighed and sat down next to the door. "This is so stupid..."
He was crying, "I just want to know why Ford hates me..."
No, he had to stop crying. It hurt too much. He felt like he had a stomach ache and a headache.
He stood up and wiped off his tears, not realizing it, but, locking all of his feelings up.
He still wasn't waking up so, he decided to look around.
He opened up the other door and saw all of his most recent memories of when the Pines found him.
He looked around a little but, he got bored. He left the "Events" room and went to the main area. He decided that he wanted to explore the "Emotions" a little.
There were a lot of doors in this "room". One for each emotion; fear, sadness, anger, happiness, hope, love, friendship, nervousness, etc.
He opened the friendship door and saw Mabel and him talking in a past memory. It was when they were playing cards and she was giving him pointers.
He saw a lot of Mabel and Dipper. In fact, he only saw them. Until he reached the end of the room.
The memory was his flashback with Ford. So, they were friends.
There was also a door at the end. It didn't have any writing on it and was locked. He even had hidden emotions? Ugh..
He was sick of finding locked doors. He left to go to a different emotion.
He was going to go into anger or fear but, another door caught his eye.
Love.
Mabel had tried explaining to Bill the difference between love an friendship but, it sounded like the exact same thing to Bill. His curiosity won over him and he went into the door marked "Love".
He opened the door to find..nothing. It was empty.
Why was it empty? Bill started to cry and didn't even understand why.
Suddenly a door came into view but, then almost immediately disappeared. It was going in and put of focus as if it couldn't make up its mind.
Bill wiped away his tears for the third time that day.
Why was the door disappearing?
The next time it came into focus, Bill quickly opened it and ran in.
At first everything was pitch black and Bill couldn't see anything. Then, slowly, a few images cane into view.
He saw him and Dipper playing cards with Mabel. And he saw the night that he watched the movie's with Dipp- Wait. These where all memories of... Dipper?
Bill never got the chance to think about what this meant because he had woken up.
Now, he was staring at Ford who seemed feared that he was awake. He tryed asking Ford what was wrong but, when he tried to talk he only made a gasping sound. He was incredibly weak.
"Bill? What did you see in there?," Ford asked breaking the silence.
Bill just shook his head indicating that he couldn't talk.
"Alright, we've got to lay you down," Ford said walking towards him and picking him up bridal style.
He brought him to the twins bedroom and lied him down on Dipper's bed. Bill felt blankets cover him and a pilliow being placed beneath his head.
Ford started to leave.
"Thank you...," Bill managed to mutter before Ford shut the door.
"You're welcome," Ford responded and Bill could have sworn, just before the door shut, he saw a smile.
Author's Note- Thanks for reading! Please review! It's greatly appreciated!
