Double digits baby! Woo! Chapter 10!

Well, I'm sick today, so I thought I would wright, since I have nothing better to do. On with the show!

"O-outside?" he shouted. What could the triangle possibly be thinking?! What was out there that could possibly help Bill with whatever his plan was?

"You bet buck-o! I've got something hidden away out there that might do the trick! If only I could..."

He trailed off, and started muttering to himself. That wasn't like the demon at all. This must be something very important. If only he knew Bill's plans. Maybe then he could do something to stop him.

"Yeah right! Like you could do anything to stop me! I can hear your thoughts, remember, sixer?"

"But ho-"

"How is that possible? Thought you would ask that! Well you see, right now you're part of the minds cape, which is MY domain. So, while I have your body, I have power in both realms. Which means in either realm you inhabit, I can still hear you. That, and you're really predictable!"

He has power in both realms?

"But you see, the problem is, I can only inhabit a body for so long. So, if I can fix this portal up, and make it open a gate to the mind scape, I can have power in both realms, for all eternity! Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Bu-"

"Enough questions, sixer. We've wasted enough time here. I'm getting bored answering your questions. And to answer that last one, I'm telling you all this, 'cause there's nothing you can do to stop me!"

Bill let out a laugh. It was pure evil. His plan was insane! Bill's plan could destroy the universe! He had to stop him. But how? Bill had him under his control. And if he tried to warn the others, he could kill them! If he wanted to stop him, he'd have to do it by himself. There was no other option.

"Sixer, I appriciate your endeavor, but like I said, nothing you can try will stop me! So either stay out of my way, or have your family pay the price."

With that, Bill walked over to the elevator, and went to the first floor. He approached the door to the gift shop.

"Man, it sure has been a while since I got to really see this old town!"

"Just hurry up, Bill. I don't want to drag this out."

"Aww, be patient, glasses! Don't you want to live a little? We still have a few hours until morning! I'm gonna make this last!"

He let out an angry growl at the demon, but didn't reply. He had to find a way to shield his thoughts from Bill, without him figuring it out. Meanwhile, Bill was walking out the door. He drew in a deep breath, and let it out with a sneeze.

"Whoah sixer, I think your allergies are acting up!"

"I don't have allergies, Bill."

"Oh yeah, it's just that I don't usually do this breathing thing! Everything makes me sneeze until I get used to it again!"

"Bill, what are you even looking for out here?"

"Patience, remember glasses? I've got to actually find this thing first. And besides, it's a surprise! Don't want to ruin it!"

Bill began to walk towards the woods, muttering to himself again. He didn't notice all of the branches that were currently scratching at "his" face, as he walked through the trees. That would definitely leave a few marks. A few even began to bleed. Great. He began to float after him. He was about to catch up, when he heard Bill cry out. He rushed over to where he heard Bill. He was currently sitting at the bottom of a ditch, laughing hystarically.

"Oh, oh that was fun," he gasped between gasps of laughter. "Let's do it again!"

There was a gash on "his" forehead, right below "his" hairline. It was bleeding heavily.

"Bill, no. You'll end up killing me."

"Phhht, like I'd let that happen to my puppet! Trust me sixer, as long as you're useful to me, you're not going anywhere."

"Anyway, we're getting close, sixer. Try to keep up."

The demon suddenly broke into a sprint. He floated as fast as he could, trying to keep up. It's not exactly easy trying to get used to being a spirit. Bill took a sharp left. It was surprising that he could still run, especially with that gash. It was still bleeding, and it was going to hurt like hell when he got his body back. It could get infected if it went uncleaned. Bill stopped suddenly. In front of them stood a large tree. Not a pine tree, like most of the trees in Gravity Falls, but rather, an oak tree. It was enormous. It's trunk was almost as big as the Mystery Shack, and it was much taller. Bill approached the tree, grinning wildly.

"Ah, here it is. Let's see if I still remember how to do this." He held up his hand, and it began to glow a dark blue. The tree started to react along with the glowing. "MNCL, YLB PCTCYJ WMSP QCAPCRQ"

Bill cast a spell, and suddenly the tree revealed a doorway. The door swung open.

"Heheheh, now we're getting somewhere!"

The demon proceeded through the door, and he floated after him. Inside the tree was what looked to be an alter. Above it was a painting of Bill. What a surprise.

"Pretty nice, isn't it? I put some pretty cool stuff in here! Now, I'm sure it's here somewhere..."

He walked over to a cabinet, and swung it open haphazardly. Several items fell out. Bill then proceeded to rummage through the pile, tossing random trinkets everywhere. He then jumped up, holding up a vial of blue liquid.

"Hahahahah! I knew it was in here!"

"What is it...?"

"Well you see, this will temporarily increase my magic power enough, to finish this little project. The problem is though, I haven't made enough calibrations to use this yet, so I want YOU to hold on to it!"

"But I-"

"Well, times up Stanford! I'll leave the rest to you! See ya later!"

The triangle then floated out of his body. Before the soulless body could collapse, he quickly phased back into himself. Sure enough the various cuts, and the still bleeding gash hurt like hell. He let out a groan, and almost lost his balance. Bill was definitlly gone by now. He heaved a sigh, and began to trudge back to the shack. It was a lot farther than he had thought. He kept tripping over roots, and rock on the way back. The gash on his forehead was still bleeding, and hurt so much. It was getting hard to think, and his vision was blurry. He had to check if he was still wearing his glasses several times.

He could finally see the Mystery Shack. Now that he was out of the woods, he could see that the sun had almost fully risen. Shit. Stanley was definitely up by now. He trudged over to the porch, and opened the door to the gift shop. Sure enough, Stanley was there, along with the kids. Fuck. They turned to face him. Mabel let out a gasp.

"Oh my God! Ford, what the hell were you doing?" Stanley shouted at him. He couldn't respond. He was too tired. His forehead was throbbing. He couldn't think straight. What had happened? He was about to say something, but all he could see was black.

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I'm so proud. This chapter is so long. Thank you guys for all the support. Really, it makes me so glad that I'm writing this. I'm trying to do longer chapters, so that if I can't write for a while you'll have something. Thank you all sooooooooooooooo much. I truly love all of you readers. 3

Also, for the spell, try going two or three letters back (I might not have done it right, tell me if you get it) ;)