Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls or its characters, only my OC. This chapter is short, but it serves its purpose. Enjoy and review!

~Mabel's POV~

While Dipper and Pacifica were celebrating, it felt more like a funeral for me. I sat on my bed, looking across the room at Jacob's unconscious body. Only six hours ago, I was on his back, riding into town , after setting up a hopefully successful privacy session between Dipper and Pacifica.

Now, he was lying on Dipper's bed, battered and bruised, breathing but not awakening. And all for Waddles. All for someone that meant more to me than someone who was willing to sacrifice themselves to save me and my pet. Don't get me wrong, I love Waddles, and he means the world to me still, but Jacob still risked his life to save him. And for what? For me to fail to save him from breaking bones? For me to take his impromptu arrival two days ago for granted? For me to not realize that someone I've known for less than a week was sacrificing their entire life for me.

I exhaled a sad sigh. Looking around the room, I noticed a pack of Real Man Jerky sticking out of Jacob's backpack. "'You're inadequate,'" I read. "Ain't that the truth…" I muttered, flopping down onto my pillow.

Closing my eyes, I saw the light filtering through the window dancing across my eyelids. Then, in a split second, they stopped. I opened them again, and it was gray in my room. "Oh no, this is bad. This is very bad. It's the color witch again! She's come to take revenge on me for making my sweaters so colorful! I knew I shouldn't have made that rainbow sweater! Gosh, darnit!" I exclaimed, slamming my pillow into my face.

"Whoa whoa whoa there, Shooting Star. A little tough on yourself, you think, toots?" A voice asked me from somewhere in my room.

My grappling hook was in my hand immediately, and I stood up, ready to fire. All I saw, however, was Bill. Bill Cipher. "Ugh, Bill. Don't call me toots. What do you want?"

"Shooting Star, don't worry. I want the same thing that you want!" Bill said, spinning his cane around his arm. "For you and your loved ones to be safe."

"I'm listening… I'm skeptical, but I'm listening," I said, unsure if these motives were true.

"Look, kid, I don't want to hurt you guys. I mean, sure, pain is hilarious, but that's not my objective. You know what I want, Shooting Star," Bill said, sidling himself up to me. "The Journal, Shooting Star, that's what I want."

"As if I would ever give the Journal to you, you… you equilateral, one-eighty degree, lemon colored, Egypt raised monster!" I shouted, in a fit of rage at the thought of betraying Dipper again.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about giving it to me. I'm most definitely going to take it myself. My point? You just have to not get in my way when I'm getting it, okay?" Bill assured me, but didn't succeed in making his goal any less evil.

"Look, Bill! I'm going to try as hard as I can to stop you, because I'd never let a monster like you lay a hand on Dipper, or his journal, or Jacob, or Grunkle Stan, or Soos, or Wendy, or even Pacifica! If you do, I'll personally shove you into your own hat, and instead of pull a rabbit out of a hat trick, it'll be a pull a Bill out of a hat trick! Got it?!" I threatened. Afterwards, I realized how silly I sounded, and why Bill's reaction was a laugh.

"Oh Shooting Star, trying to stop me would be the worst possible thing for all the people you want to protect. The more people that stand in my way, the more damage I have to cause to get what I want. And as much as I love causing damage, this should go as smoothly as possible. I assure you, if you try to stop me, you will end up hurt. Pine Tree will end up dead, or nearly dead. The Northwest will be hurt. Your precious Mr. Invisible wouldn't even be closed to surviving it, especially if I don't possess him," Bill explained to me. The casualties ran through my mind like the credits of a movie.

"Why will he die?" I asked quietly, barely above a whisper.

"Oh, Shooting Star, you know he'd rather get himself killed than see you even barely hurt. You saw what happened out there two hours ago. He risked his life to save a pig, for crying out loud. A pig. If I were threatening you, he'd do anything in his power to protect you, even die. So there's another reason why you shouldn't get involved, Shooting Star. Letting me get the Journal seems like a pretty good option right now, doesn't it?" Bill persuaded me.

I really did not want anyone to get hurt, but I also didn't want to betray Dipper. "All right, Bill, I promise I won't get involved in your plight to get the book, you stupid triangle," I muttered.

"Oh ho ho! You think you can get away with a promise like that? No way, Shooting Star! We need this in at least a handshake," he said, igniting his hand in blue fire and outstretching it.

Reluctantly, I reached up and shook on it. Too late, I realized my mistake. I just made a deal with Bill, and he was shaking my hand right now. What happened to Dipper when he shook hands with Bill?! It was too late.

A weird sensation shook through me as I was pulled out of my own body, and Bill took over it. "Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no! This can't be happening!" I exclaimed. This day had just started getting worse and worse.

"Ahahahaha! Boy, you humans sure are stupid! Twins, and both of you fell for the same trick! This is going only too well in my favor! Enjoy having no grasp on reality! As your boyfriend would say, au revoir!" Bill exclaimed from my body, a weird metallic sounding tone covering his voice, like a thin film of my voice was covering his.

He began to fall down the stairs backwards, like a slinky. "Come back here Bill! I mean, Mabel! I mean, me! Wait, Bill Mabel… Mabill! There we go, like Bipper, except with Mabel instead of Dipper! I am a genius! Great idea, Mabel! Thanks, Mabel!" I said out loud, but only Mabill could hear me in my ghostlike form.

"Well, this sucks."