A/N: I'm sorry I haven't been posting much lately guys. I've got stuff goin' on. You probably won't hear much from me until at least the 21st, so keep holding on! Anyway, I wanted to thank all you wonderful people out there who read this and review and follow and fav. It's so amazing to me that people like my writing, and I am over the moon whenever anybody reviews, or really anything. It helps so much with life to know that people enjoy my writing as much as I enjoy writing. Have a fantastic day!

Dipper came home. Really, he walked. Gravity Falls was small enough that he could do that. It was nice. Once he got home, Bill was there, waiting for him. He ran up to Dipper and hugged him.

"I packed!" Bill said, smiling.

"Great! I need to pack to. We're leaving on Friday afternoon, so get ready to become Mr. William Cryptos!" Dipper said, jokingly. Bill pretended to be normal. It didn't look pretty. "Okay... let's work on that," Dipper said, laughing now.

Soon after that, Dipper called his mom back. She would hate that he even had to wait a day, but better late than never. Especially with her.

"Hey mom! How are you? I'm good. Yeah, thanks to Bill for telling me to call you back. We'll leave on Friday. We should be there early Saturday morning. It was the only time I could get tickets straight to Piedmont for. Don't worry, Bill's just going to ride the bus with us. No, he's not. Just because he goes to private school doesn't mean that. Mom, he's fine. Don't say that! Mom, really? I'll see you on Saturday, okay? Yeah, I love you too," Dipper was bothered by the fact that his mom had said Bill sounded weird. What could his mother know about weirdness? She didn't know about Weirdmaggedon, or even Gravity Falls secret. She had never been to this place where he felt so at home, even when it was in shambles, and after summer's magic escaped, or even when he was back in Piedmont, CA. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was where he should end up, after everything, after time, that his soul would come back here. She didn't even know Bill like he did. She didn't feel out of place everywhere she went, unless she was here. She had no idea what was going on in his life. And she couldn't. It would break such a normal person's brain. It made him sad to think that he would have another part of his life which would never be shared with anyone other than those who understand this town's peculiarness, but there was Mabel, Wendy, Soos, Melody, Bill, Grunkle Ford and Stan, Pacifica, and Fiddleford. Those people would be there for him, no matter what happened. They could understand. Dipper thought, caught in a reverie after his mom hung up, until Bill poked him.

"Kid. Are you okay?" Bill asked, looking worried. Dipper must have had a distresed expresion on his face.

"Hmm? Yeah... I'm fine..." Dipper trailed off, still looking feverish. So Bill took Dipper in his arms, swinging him around, an twirling him. "Bill! I didn't know you knew how to dance!"

"You learn a lot of interesting things when you're constantly destroying dimensions and are a trillion years old," he answered, contiuning to guide Dipper around the TV room in a ballroom stlye of dance. It was fun. Dipper flew through the air, but Bill always caught him. He felt safe enough, for being with Bill. It was hard not to feel unsafe when you were with a demon who could as easily posses you as make a deal with you. Sometimes those things were one in the same. Just ask Bipper. They danced in a dizzinging flow of motion. It was beautiful. Somehow Dipper was letting Bill guide him, but was still holding his own. They were both laughing soon, which caused them to fall over. Their tumble was just as amazing. It was like Bill had choerographed it all. They lay on the floor, laughing, out of breath, and all their problems out of sight. It felt amazing.

"Wow. I didn't know... I could ever be that cordinated," Dipper said, still laughing and gasping for breath.

"That was just more... exerting and amazing and wild than I have ever been," Bill said, smileing. "I know how crazy that sounds, but I'm ruleing out times people got hurt," he added when Dipper stared at him doubtfully. Soon, Mabel was home from after school activities, and "cooking" dinner for the 3 of them. It was... Mabelish. Dipper thought she seemed kind of sad, for Mabel. But, Bill was here, so that wasn't surprising. They talked a little, but it was mostly silent. Dipper feared for the small talk that would happen during Bill's stay at Piedmont. From this small example, it would be ugly. Quickly after that awkward meal, Bill left and Dipper was left alone with his thoughts and Mabel. Small comforts. Dipper finished his essay on the history of Gravity Falls. He did other, regular homework. It was really a pretty boring night. Dipper went to bed early after that. He felt dried up and tired. But someone else had different plans.

It was not a field this night, nor anything else Dipper had seen before. It was just empty space. A blank void to fill with anything. But then there was Bill. He floated over to Dipper, looking happy.

"Hey Mason!" Bill hailed Dipper and dropped on to what Dipper guessed was the floor. "Been a while since we've done this, huh?" Bill laughed.

"Yeah. It has. Did you make this place?" Dipper asked, not quite sure how he felt about his sleep being interupted.

"Yep! Do you like it? It was an original! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Suddenly, the floor caved in and Bill began to fall. Dipper felt a strong sense of déja vu from this, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen this. The floor opened up into Piedmont, California. Into his house. They fell into the dining room, and soon were seated upright at the table, facing his mom, dad, and Mabel.

"Oh, Dipper, Bill Cipher. How nice of you to finally drop in. Please, make yourselves not quite at home," his mother said in a completely monotone voice, but she was smileing. She looked dazzleing, but something was off... her eyes! Her eyes were a dull green, almost puke colored, instead of their usual chocolatey brown.

"Um... thanks mom. Are... you okay?" Dipper asked, forgetting he was in a dream for a moment.

"I am not okay, son. I am not okay because you have misbehaved. I am not sad, yet... wouldn't it be a shame to make your dear mother sad?" Her eyes suddenly flared a bright red and she opened her mouth, revealing about 5 more rows of teeth than a normal human has. They were all very sharp and looked perect for tearing flesh. They also released a nasty rotting stench into the room, which smelled like vomit mixed with beer breath. Her face peeled off to reveal greenish skin with a gnarled, monsterous grin that seemed to take up her whole face. Her eyes disappered in the folds of skin that enveloped her. Her hair stayed the same, and that was almost the worst part. Her hair was perfectly intact, even after all the gross tranformation. It was flowy and brown, but not to wavy as it didn't get into her eyes. Her dress and neckless stayed on to. Dipper was frozen in absolute horror of the situation, completely forgetting that this was dream, forgetting about Bill, forgetting about everything other than the ensuing panic that overcame him. He felt a vauge sense that he should move, that maybe he should run, very fast, as the woman that used to be his mom stood slowly and lurched toward him. He could swear he didn't move, he could swear he couldn't, but as he blinked he was outside his house, running with Bill down the street. He almost stopped again in a terible realzation that similer figures of people he once knew were pouring out of every house in sight. It was the people he had grown up with, the very people he knew like the back of is hand, and their friends, and their friends, until the whole city was chasing him. Chanting something about him sinning. And suddenly nothing was there. Not the city, not even the grotesque mockery of his friends and family. Just Bill. Bill and the void. That beautiful void.

"Hey, Mason! Are you okay? Was that your family? What the hell was wrong with that?" Bill looked worried.

"I'm... I'll... I'll be fine. That was my family..." Dipper felt tears well up in his eyes as he spoke, the panic tearing up his chest and lungs and throat. "I don't know... they said something about me sinning... but I haven't done anything, right?" Dipper broke down into tears at this question. "I don't know... what I could've done."

"I'm sure you didn't do anything. It'll be okay, and we'll figure out what's going on, okay?" Bill reassured him, but he still didn'T feel quite right. Dipper stopped crying though. He felt a little better, because Bill was there. Without warning, Dipper jolted awake. He was pouring sweat and had a headache. Tears mixed with sweat on his chim and chest. His heart was still racing, and he was shaking.

"Dipper? Are you okay?!" Mabel looked close to tears.

"I just had the worst dream! I was falling into a dinner with you and the rest of our family, but then mom turned into some kinda monster and I was chased out of the city and they were chanting about me sinning... and I am so scared..." Dipper was crying by the end of this.

Mabel just hugged him. She held him tight until his breathing was setled and his eyes stopped being waterfalls. He whispered a thank you, and fell back to sleep, his mind empty of Bill or dreams or anything but sleep.

He woke a few hours later, just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. It was beautiful sight, but it could not shake his mind off the dream. He was tired, but he had school, so he lugged himself out of bed and down the stairs. He ate breakfast slowly, taking his sweet time to lick all the Mabel syrup off his pancake, before taking small bites out of it. He got ready quicker after breakfast, but he still seemed to move in slow motion. Eventally he and Mabel walked to school, but he was even slower than usual, which was saying something. He got to school, he went to his first class and sat down. He did that for every class. He didn't try to pay attention, he didn't even try to ask questions or raise his hand. When he and Mabel got home, he flopped down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't even focus on the odd wood pattern. The world was just not in his mind's eye today. But this went on for the rest of the week. Even Friday morning, he couldn't seem to get into his head that he was going home! Home! So why didn't it feel good? Or at all? He had even managed figured out how to reverse the town border effect from careful study of the Journals. He was going home with his sister and his true love! He got home from school and found Bill asleep on the couch.

"Hey, Bill!" Dipper poked him once.

"Yeah?" Bill asked sleepily, not really seeming to registier anything.

"It's time to go to Piedmont! Come on!" Dipper felt nervous energy buzzing in his stomach, like bees.

Bill slowly got up, and shaking the sleep out, he screamed:

"I AM READY TO BECOME WILLIAM!" It was kinda random, and Dipper jumped about 5 feet in the air. But off they were, to go back to Dipper's house. He wasn't quite sure how to feel as they got on the bus, Mabel and Pacifica intact, but he knew he could sort it out on the 3 hour long bus ride.