Bill dusted himself off a bit and examined himself in a mirror, happy with what he had just done. Now, instead of being a small, triangle-shaped demon, he was in an actual human body. His own body. Sure it was weird not being able to float and soar around wherever he pleased, but it was needed for a part of his plan to take place.
He had dark, golden blonde hair that went a little off the side of his face, and moderately light skin. A black eye patch covered where his left eye should have been, and he was clad in a dark yellow suit and brown dress pants, all strung together with a small black bow. A scruffy little goatee hung at the end of his chin.
"Not too bad, " the now humanized demon said to himself as he turned around all the way to get a view of all sides of himself. "I should take this form more often." Nodding to affirm himself, he turned away from the mirror, nearly tripping over his own two feet as he began to walk.
"I would take this form more often...if I was better used to how the human body works," the man mumbled as he steadied himself. "Legs are so annoying."
Bill wandered off and smiled as a holographic screen flicked on above him. The profile of Dipper that Bill had been examining before showed bright, the letters large and bold and a shot of Dipper clear and sharp.
"Yes..." he said as his single working eye skimmed over the profile for about the umpteenth time, the information perhaps burned into his mind by now. He didn't waste any time as he did so, and then turned abruptly, chuckling to himself.
"This will be a piece of cake," he said confidently as he reached for something, a small bottle-shaped object, and stuffed it into his pants pocket. Satisfied, he sat down and waited. He waited for the right time to show up to that hospital and take what he had claimed his. It was a bizarre plan, but he was sure he could pull it off.
Sometimes he was just overconfident. Some say that overconfidence can lead to greed, but not all greed could be bad.
To pass the time, he decided to do a little more exploring. What the man had been doing off and on to keep him distracted and busy was opening up Dipper's mindscape, especially when he was asleep, to do a little messing around. The demon thought that the boy had such a intriguingly odd mind. There was a special place for all of his insecurities and his guilt, what he thought of himself, and how he wanted others to see him. It was his stress area. Surprisingly, that was one of the largest areas of his mind. Where he wasn't worrying, another vast majority of his mind was dedicated to questions, ideas, and just about anything he could want to imagine. He was very curious, Bill had thought, of the world around him. Very curious.
"That unfortunately led to his downfall..."
Out of all the children Bill had met and seen over the years, none was quite like Dipper. Even Gideon wasn't all that special, as he was just an attention hog, a liar, relying on others for self-assurance and for at least the little bit of care that he didn't receive at his home.
"Pshh, what a little freak."
He had been very mad about how he had been defeated by the boy and his friends, but more specifically the boy, in his uncle's mind, yet he was the one who cracked the code. He was the one who figured out just how to defeat him, something that Bill had never expected him to do. A small, pre-adolescent boy defeating a powerful, age-old dream demon? Bill thought naught. The kid did have brains, though, he had to give him that.
Bill put his hands together and closed his eyes, focusing on collecting energy. With a swift movement of his hand, he managed to create a small portal. It slowly whirred around back and forth, bits and pieces clinging to each other and forming a blurry image. The portal became larger, forming wonderfully right in front of his very eye. With a whoosh of color, blurred and distorted somethings scattered around until the mindscape became clear, and he was inside.
It was simple; he didn't ask for permission to get into someone's mind, he just did it, and they wouldn't have a clue. That was how idiotic the human kind was, as he put it. He focused in on a certain scene that was playing in the boy's mind, a dream that he was currently having. He was walking through a dense area of forest with his merry sister by his side, it seemed. Both were in a small conversation, every once in a while squabbling about a certain path to take, but otherwise, they seemed happy. It looked as if they were going on an expedition of sorts.
Oh how cute.
With a small flick of his hand, things became dark. He watched as the two personified twins looked around worriedly as the forest became darker and the wind began to pick up. Storm clouds were forming in the sky and a loud crack of thunder boomed throughout the landscape. With another flick, Bill had a creature, a horrible looking creature, jump out at them. One that he was sure even they couldn't fight. He smirked and closed the portal, sure that chaotic things would begin to happen soon.
...
It was plunging later into nighttime, and the small town of Gravity Falls was silent and calm as rain still pitter-pattered down from the sky. The storm had lessened down, but every once in a while there was a crack of thunder and a peal of lightning. The rain was still as heavy as ever.
The figure of Bill was seen scouting along the edge of the hospital building, ever so stealthily in fear of being caught or seen. He didn't think much of it, since it was pouring down rain so hard that the visibility was dangerously low, but he didn't want to risk being caught and then being accused of his actions.
He appeared at the entrance of the building, shaking his pant leg a bit and rubbing a hand through his human hair; it was just a little bit soaked. "Stupid rain," he spat as he fixed his hair. "Why must such a thing exist?" Deciding to forget about it, he peered inside the front entrance to see that there weren't that many people inside the hospital, but it was brightly lit, so it must have been active. Adjusting his tie, he pulled open the door and walked in. A short looking younger woman greeted him at the front desk, and he thought sourly to himself.
Oh here we go.
Instead of trying to deal with the woman, he decided to use a simple spell that would allow him to get what he wanted done and over with, instead of having the deal with her physically.
"Hello, sir. Would you like me to help you?" the woman asked with a cheery tone. Bill turned his head towards her and looked into her eyes. He began to speak a chant, and she froze on impact, her eyes turning a stunningly cold white color.
Tibi nunc state,
donec transeat per minutes nulla IM,
quod ad hoc,
Tempore consistentes iubeo.
When he was finished, he could only look back at the woman with triumph. Her arms were raised above her head in a frozen stance, and her face was contorted into an unmoving expression. It had worked successfully. At his handiwork, the demon smirked and was about to walk on, until he forgot something else.
Cogitationes opiniones ideas, veris imaginibus;
Haec omnia retineas viverra.
Quid ego nunc commemorem vos eximet.
"Oh the poor dear," he mumbled as he walked forwards again to find the room. The spell would ware off soon enough, but it would stay effective just long enough for him to do his deeds.
Bill found the room Dipper was staying in with ease. He followed the path of where he felt his life force emanate the strongest until he found himself in front of the room labeled 107. Sure that it was his (certain it was his), Bill turned the knob and casually strolled into the room with not a care in a world, yet quietly so he wouldn't wake...
Dipper. And Stanford Pines.
Bill immediately knew that was the room when he saw the large figure of Stan slumped over in a plastic chair, sound asleep, and snoring so loud that it cut through the room like a chainsaw.
Slightly disgusted, Bill's eye wandered around until it rested on the boy in the bed, who was asleep as well, but not snoring nearly as loudly. Bill smiled as he walked around the sleeping Stan and closer to the boy's bed. It allowed for him a better look at just how bad he really appeared to be.
The sheets of the bed were pulled up slightly and clenched in his hands. An almost pained expression took on the boy's face as he tossed and turned. It was the dreams, Bill knew it was. For a half a second the boy's look softened.
Until, that is, it returned and he looked even more pained now. His body began to shake fretfully, even in his unconscious state. Just the presence of Bill by his bed was having effects on his mind and his dreams.
Dipper fidgeted back and forth in the bed as it became too much, and that's when his eyes snapped open all of a sudden. He looked upwards tiredly and gasped, his breath hitching. The door to the room was open, and the glow from the hall allowed him to just barely see the outline of the unrecognizable face looming above him. Not knowing the person, and definitely knowing that it wasn't a doctor, he was about to scream, when Bill slapped a hand over his mouth and looked back to see Stan was still sound asleep. Dipper's eyes shone with fear at the strange man holding a hand over his mouth. The hand was taken away, and Dipper instinctively sat up, backing up in the bed until his back hit the headboard with a thump.
"W-who are you?" he asked weakly as his eyes glanced the man up and down. "W-why are you here?"
Bill could only cringe at how scratchy his voice sounded, but didn't pay any other mind. "You really don't know who I am?" he asked surprisingly, like Dipper should have known on the spot.
"I..." The boy trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words, "don't think so..." He knew he recognized the voice though. It was that one of a kind, high pitched and annoyingly devious voice that sent chills up his spine. The man didn't respond, but he could tell that his expression was amused, maybe? Blank? It was a little hard to tell what with the dim light pouring in from the hallway only illuminating a half of his face.
"Do I really have to tell you?" Bill said in an exasperated tone. "Really, I would have thought you were smarter, Pine Tree."
Pine Tree...
All of a sudden, it hit Dipper. How could he not see it the first time? The voice...everything was coming into place.
"You," he said coldly. "You!"
"Nice to see you finally recognized me!" Bill laughed. "I thought you had gone off your rocker there, kid..." he said as he examined the sickly boy with a wandering eye.
"Why are you here?" Dipper asked again, this time the question backed up with assertiveness. With a chuckle, Bill took the small bottle out of his pocket and unscrewed the lid. Immediately, a strong, pungent odor filled the room. Dipper's face scrunched up at the smell.
"What is that?" he asked cautiously and he quickly put a hand over his nose. Bill smiled and grabbed what looked to be a rag from next to the bed.
"Oh, it's nothing much. Now, hold still," he commanded as he began to pour the strong-smelling liquid onto the rag. Dipper's eyes shifted uneasily to left and right as the man began to raise the rag towards him.
"Wait, what are you-"
"Still," Bill said firmly as he grabbed a hold of Dipper's shoulder. Dipper gasped and tried to move out of his grip, but he couldn't accomplish nearly as much as he wanted to. He had been too weakened to do anything, and the grip was surprisingly tight, immobilizing his small body. The rag was lifted close to the boy's nose and he tried moving again, fear gripping at his chest. He thought about calling for a nurse or something, or maybe even trying to get Grunkle Stan to wake up and stop him. The man in question was still snoring like a bear in the chair, dead to the world. Dipper tried saving himself instead.
The boy tried to jerk his head away from the impending rag, annoying the demon to a greater extent. He got a tighter grip on the boy and Dipper opened his mouth to scream for help.
"N-!"
His shout was masked by the rag being pressed over his nose and mouth. He thrashed around in the bed for a second or two, cries muffled by the cloth. The smell was too strong for his weakened body to take, and soon enough, his thrashing only became slight kicking of his arms and legs. Things were beginning to become distorted and blurry, and bright dots began to speckle his vision. He fought hard to keep awake, but was failing miserably.
"Close your eyes, child," Bill cooed as even the slightest of kicking began to cease, and Dipper's breathing became very steady and calm. The last thing he saw was a flash of Bill's golden hair, and his Grunkle Stan still asleep in the chair, before his eyes closed completely. He was out.
Bill smiled at his work. He began to lift the now unconscious boy out of the bed, removing the I.V. from his arm, when he heard a small gasp sound from behind him. He turned to see a nurse with wide eyes and mouth open in shock standing in the doorway. She dropped the clipboard she was holding and turned like she was going to call for a doctor, when she froze and her eyes became a solid white.
Tibi nunc state,
donec transeat per minutes nulla IM,
quod ad hoc,
Tempore consistentes iubeo.
Cogitationes opiniones ideas, veris imaginibus;
Haec omnia retineas viverra.
Quid ego nunc commemorem vos eximet.
Bill slid past the now frozen woman with a smile, the boy in his arms. He didn't have to worry about Stan, as he would sleep through the whole night, most likely. The woman at the front desk was still frozen, as Bill had expected her to be, and he strolled out the front entrance, leaving the hospital.
When the two women would be brought back, they would have no recollection of what happened to them and what they saw take place.
A/N: Oh no, Dipper! What's going to happen to him?
I've been so pumped about writing lately, it's all I want to do! This chapter took me two days to write, since I've been wanting to make chapters longer. I'm going to make each one around 2,000 words or more from now on, or at least try to. A couple of things I want to point out about this chapter:
-It's hard for Bill to get used to a human body since he's never been in one before. His powers are not as strong in a human body than they are in his triangle form, but that doesn't mean that he's completely powerless (spells and still hacking into someone's dreamscape, for example). That's been looming around on a couple of sites.
-The incantations he used on the two women were Latin. The first one was a spell to freeze them, and the second one was to have their memories erased so when they were unfrozen they wouldn't remember exactly what he looked like, or in some cases, not remember him at all.
-Bill used chloroform to knock Dipper out, hence the "strong pungent smell".
I think that's all, for the most part.