A/N: F-bombs below. Bewarb! Also to answer fereality's question: Bill has grown so much in power, trumping his previous limits so now Ford's metal plate is useless.
"Dipper! Save me!"
"Quiet, Mabel!" said McGucket. "We don't want the demon to come back."
"No, I've got to. He's gotta save us. He always does."
"I sure hope. I sense that we don't have much time left." warned McGucket.
"Do you have anything that can get us out of these chains? They're getting really annoying."
"Do I?" He patted his pockets. "Nope!"
"Shoot." sighed Mabel. For a few minutes, the captives remained silent. McGucket passed the time playing with his musical spoons and telling Mabel tall tales, like when he said he thought of the Internet first, and what he saw in the portal was a rave hosted by Bill.
Suddenly, both of them heard footsteps coming. Mabel wasn't sure where it was coming from, but it was coming closer. Oh shit, I pray that's Dipper. She thought to herself. Unfortunately, it was not Dipper. Mabel saw the shadow, which was much larger than Dipper's. She turned her head.
Her great uncle Stan stood there.
"Oh, thank goodness. Grunkle Stan! Please free us!" she said desperately, nodding to the chains she and McGucket bore. Stan just stood there, the breeze moving the tassel of his fez. He flashed an evil toothy grin. He laughed, but it wasn't his voice. "Oh, no."
"It's time, Shooting Star." said Bill in Stan's body. "After 150 years, it will finally happen. And all I need is your help."
"What? My help? For what?" Asked Mabel.
"I'm about to perform a most important ritual to me, and you're the only one who can help me."
"Are you fucking crazy? I'd rather die before I help you, you wacko!"
"Oh, you will help me." Said Bill coldly. He snapped his fingers and a fiery hologram appeared above his hand. It showed Dipper. "You will help me or else the boy dies." Mabel widened her eyes in terror. Bill's not messing around.
"Yes." she finally said, defeated. Bill smiled.
"That's what I thought."
"But one question. Why is Old Man McGucket here? Why did you need him?"
"Oh, I'm sure he can explain that." Mabel turned over to McGucket, who looked sheepish and guilty. "Fiddsy here helped me out on this ritual." Mabel flashed a shocked look at McGucket.
"I had to!" said McGucket. "It was either help him or my son dies!" Mabel turned back to Bill.
"What the heck did you make him do?"
"You'll see soon enough." as Bill said this, his eye flashed a brilliant white. He grinned wickedly. "It is time for the ritual." He snapped his fingers, and the chains restricting Mabel and McGucket vaporized, freeing them. McGucket was about to run for it, but Bill's scream froze him.
"You take one more step and I will kill him!" he said, showing a hologram of McGucket's son, and got ready to snap his fingers and end his life.
"NO!" yelped McGucket. He was trying to stall so Dipper can come before the ritual starts.
"You have to." snarled Bill. "You shook my hand. Now stop buying time and I'll spare your son."
McGucket frowned, and he followed Bill, stopping to whisper in Mabel's ear.
"The ritual can't be done, or apocalyptic events may occur. Please try and distract him. I'll try my best. We can only hope this works." Mabel nodded.
She shot her hand up. "Bill? I need to go to the bathroom."
Bill rolled his eye. "Are you fucking kidding me? Alright go over there and do your stuff." He said very impatiently. Then again he didn't want the girl to be smelling like piss during the ritual.
Mabel thanked Bill and ran off around twenty meters away. "Can you please turn your heads? I need some privacy."
"This is ridiculous, just go already." Flustered Bill.
"I'm not going until I get my privacy. Just turn your head until I finish up." said Mabel. Bill sighed and turned his head.
"Ugh. Girls." muttered Bill, shaking his head.
Mabel took this opportunity to run. She wanted Bill to know she was running. She made obviously loud sounds as she ran for it. Bill turned around and saw Mabel running away.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sighed Bill as he saw Mabel take off. "How do you teenage meatsacks have so much energy?"
"I took a full three shots of Mabel Juice today! I'm even more hyper than usual."
"It would've been easier to get the boy." Whispered Bill silently to himself. He turned over to McGucket, who flinched when Bill turned around. "I'm going to use you. I promise I won't kill you…yet." He said as he possessed him and ran off to Mabel.
. . . .
Dipper's vision was getting very cloudy. He had lost a lot of blood, thanks to the gash from tripping over the root. He was cramping up everywhere, and he had a terrible headache. All the other cuts and burns didn't help either. Dipper felt like shit, but he still kept running, determined to find his sister.
"Mabel! Mabel!" He called yet again. His voice was getting weaker thanks to the smoke from the fire and calling nonstop for almost two hours now. I'm bound to blackout any minute now. He thought to himself. He stopped only to catch his breath before he continued. It had been a while since the last time he heard Mabel's screams, and he prayed that she was alright. Right on cue, he heard Mabel scream again. Dipper cringed. He knew Mabel's different screams; she was in pain. "Hang on, Mabel!" He took off again.
After about ten minutes, Dipper had finally found Mabel, but not in the way he had hoped. He also saw McGucket there as well, bound in chains. "What the heck is going on here?" Asked Dipper.
"It's too late." Muttered McGucket, staring at the ritual that's about to start.
"Well well well. If it isn't Pine Tree. Glad you could make the party." Said a familiar voice. Bill. Thought Dipper in spite.
"Let my sister go, Bill!" Yelled Dipper.
"Always persistent as ever, Pine Tree. I'll consider your proposal. How about NO." Said Bill, turning an angry red. "I've waited over 150 years for this. I'm not letting a silly little boy ruin my plans again. Now have a seat, make yourself comfortable." He snapped his fingers as chains erupted out of the ground, shackling him. Dipper grunted in retaliation, trying to fight back the chains.
"Quit struggling, Pine Tree. Now, sit back and enjoy the show." Said Bill, snapping his fingers, causing another set of chains, pushing Dipper up against a tree, completely restricting him. Another chain went around his neck to make him look at the scene. That's where he saw Mabel.
"Mabel!"
"Dipper! Help me!"
"Shut up you crybabies. Now let us begin!" Proclaimed Bill, possessing McGucket.
Biddleford walked over to Dipper, kneeling by his side. He forced his hand into Dipper's pockets until he found a familiar object. He pulled out Dipper's Swiss Army knife, as Dipper flashed a look of horror.
"You wouldn't-"
"I will." Replied Biddleford as he walked over to the tree stump, where Mabel lies restricted by chains as well. With a snap of the fingers, the chain disappears.
"Rise, Shooting Star." She did as she was told. "Now, the ritual starts." Said Biddleford as he smiled devilishly.
Biddleford took the burlap bag, which was stuffed with something heavy. As he took it out, it was revealed to Mabel and Dipper that the thing in the sack was a body, appearing to be the age of 15: the same age that Dipper and Mabel are. The body was a white boy, with short, blonde hair, wearing old clothing that appeared from the mid 1800's. The boy was clearly dead, with a stab mark in his stomach, most likely the cause of the boy's death.
Biddleford now took Dipper's Swiss Army knife and flicked the blade up. Then, he grabbed Mabel's arm, pulling it over the boy's body. She winced as Biddleford sliced across her wrist, blood pouring out of the new wound. It fell down her wrist, splattering on the dead boy's knife wound. Once the proper amount of blood was on the boy, Biddleford pushed Mabel away violently, causing her to fall down hard. She grunted in pain as she fell on a tree root. Biddleford ignored this as he picked up a vial of saltwater as he poured the entire bottle on the stab wound. One last bottle of a special oil was emptied into the boy's stomach.
Now, Biddleford mixed all the liquids together with his hands. Both Dipper and Mabel yucked as Biddleford continued the procedure. Then, he marked on his forehead a picture of Bill, and as he did this, he chanted:
"venit hora , cum sanguine, oleum, et aqua, et ego sum resurrect animam reviviscant."
With a bright flash of light, the ritual was over.
. . . .
The stump area was covered in chains disappeared, freeing Dipper. He immediately ran to his sister, who was holding her wrist, blood flowing out of it.
"I'm fine, I swear." Said Mabel, who was clearly pale. Dipper helped her up. The silence was pierced by laughter. Bill's laughter. A silhouette appeared in the smoke, as Dipper pushed Mabel behind him to protect her. To their surprise, the figure that came out was McGucket. His eyes were normal.
"He did it." He muttered. "Kids, I'd run if I were you. He did it." McGucket was interrupted by Bill cackling again.
Another silhouette appeared in the smoke. To Dipper and Mabel's surprise, it was the dead boy that laid on the stump during the ritual. The boy laughed again, with Bill's voice. His eyes were normal though, showing it as blue.
"At last, at long, long, last!" Said Bill. "I finally return to my earthly body!" The boy, now Bill, burst his hands in blue flames, smiling wickedly at the twins and McGucket.
"Now, who wants to die first?"
A/N: So that's chapter 10! Please review. We should be about halfway thru now. Muahahahaha