Chapter 11:

"Has Bill been a problem, Mabel?"

Two weeks ago, Dipper was dead. It's hard to realize and accept that idea. As much as he tries, he is unable to remember the afterlife. Darkness...and Bill's voice.

" I'll take care of her, Pine Tree."

The thought itself made his body shiver. Bill has to have a plan, when does he not? If only Grunkle Ford was around, he would know what to do. Dipper sat at his desk chewing on his pen, contemplating Bill's motive. It's obvious he wants Mabel, he kept her alive, while brutally killing Dipper. There HAS to be a reason, Bill doesn't just make deals with people without something in return.

Mabel sanity...why the hell would he want that? Mabel's head is insane, why would he care to have access to that? Dipper swears he hears her talking to herself, but it could be him imagining. At this point, he doesn't understand what's dream and what's reality. It feels like he is alone sometimes. Almost as if Mabel isn't there anymore; and Bill has taken control of her body and Dipper hasn't realised.

He's been feeling alone, until he heard Mabel crying last night. Instantly, he rushed to her room and hugged her weeping body. She had a nightmare about Dipper's death, except she was the one doing it. Dipper ignored her explanations and continued to calm her down. He honestly doesn't want to remember his death. Once she was settled, he returned back to his room. This Bill situation has to be handled soon. Mabel hasn't been telling him anything about Bill. Has he even been at the house?!

"Think Dipper! Think!" He yelled in his head. Mabel can't get herself out of the deal. He needs to use his second chance at life usefully.

Both his sister and him defeated Bill. So why does it feel like he is after Mabel? Almost as if Dipper was in the way, so Bill got rid of him. The shiver returned to Dipper's body as he remembered the day at the lake. As long as Bill is here, he might never go swimming again. Too many memories...

Looking at his empty notebook that was supposed to be full with facts or ideas on Bill Cipher, Dipper shut the book. Bill wants something out of Mabel, eventually it will show. Dipper sighed into his arms; Mabel probably isn't going to get much sleep. There has to be some way he could get her to get a good rest. Perhaps he could try...

A strange sound was in Dipper's room. Almost like a buzzing, but not quite. Turning in his seat, Dipper saw a tall man.

"Evening, Pine Tree!" Bill said sounding oddly calm.

"Bill," Dipper spoke through his teeth. "What do you want?"

"Well, its really simple. So simple, it doesn't make sense! Ya see, I want you to get a job."

Actually confused, Dipper raised an eyebrow. "What? Why do you want me to get a job?"

"My reason doesn't matter. But if you want to know, you should look in your kitchen. There is no food in the house. Your gonna need money to, ya know, buy stuff. Unlike me, who can just make things appear."

"If you want food so bad, why don't you make it yourself for the house!" Dipper spat back, annoyed at the stupidity of the conversation.

"I would but, no. One, I'm not anyone's maid. Two, I don't have to eat." Bill continue float around Dipper's room. All Dipper could do was groan. Bill was too obnoxious, selfish, and annoying. But he won't ever say this out loud, but Bill is right. They do need food and more clothes. He doesn't feel like wearing Mabel's sweaters for the rest of his life. There is a dessert shop down a couple of blocks. He could apply for a job there. Why do they even live here anymore? Maybe when he gets enough money, he'll buy his own home and not live in a huge house that Bill most likely made.

"Alright, alright! I'll apply for a stupid job. Happy?"

"Quite happy!"

"Great to know! Now get out of my room; and leave Mabel alone, let her get some damn sleep!" Dipper yelled out to Bill as he floated away, completely ignoring Dipper. Now that Dipper will be out of the house soon, he can work on little shooting star. This is going to go great.

Bill quietly walked around the house, enjoying the quiet of the night. It wasn't until he became bored and found himself outside Shooting Star's bedroom. Smiling, he slowly opened the door and peeked in.

"Ah, little star. You try to keep shining bright," Bill paused as he went to her bedside, staring at the young girl. He got done on his knees, just to reach the height of her sleeping face. He felt his hands being almost pulled to her hair, never leaving it. Softly, he petted her hair, fixing some of the knots. He smiled darkly, putting some of her hair behind an ear. Leaning in to her ear, he let out a deep voice.

", but I'm going to break you."

A.N.- HELLLLOOO! No, I am not dead, and this story is back in business. I truly do apologize for this extremely long delay. I've been having a hard time getting this story to keep on going. I have SO many ideas that this story can do that I couldn't just decide what to write. So for this chapter I wanted to focus on Dipper's thoughts. Anyway, I'm going to be trying to update every week, most likely on Fridays, so hang tight! Also thank you so much for all the comments. They really have been giving me a drive to keep going with this. Anyway, trust me this story is not over yet! Alone shall not be a story that dies unless it is complete! Thank you all so much for reading, hope you enjoyed this chapter (trust me all of your questions will have answers...eventually). Have a FABULOUS day!

*turns into a bird and flies away*