Y'ELLO! Fyi anything between two thingies is to be ~SUNG~

Mabel tried to sleep the day away. Burying herself under all her sheets and blankets, perched askew across a hard platform. It was funny how calm she felt looking down over the edge of the platform. Maybe she was just hoping she would roll whilst sleeping and fall to her death. Or maybe having distance between herself and the hole Bill was bound to come through at some point gave her the illusion of safety. Either way, she liked being high above her circular room.

Her mind was being mean today. No matter how many catchy songs she'd replayed in her head, one persistent, infuriating tune stayed. A voice sung softly, muted by layers of blankets.

"~It's raining its pouring

This room is STILL BORING,

I've been locked up

And forced to see~

My friends all splayed like road kill?

~So why am I thinking

I wish it was me..?~"

Hiding under a blanked she breathed in the warm stale. It was easy to hide in the darkness. She had stopped peeping out the window her back was pressed against. So she missed many of the gruesome spasms her friends made as they slowly regrew themselves.

"~Not dying, so I'm crying

Bill's undoubtably spying,

I made a deal

And now I squeal,

His self-controls astounding!

I never thought he'd last this long,

Well guess what! I was wrong~

and now I'm in deep dung."

She was trying to sync her schedule with her families. But she hadn't actually been able to sleep during the day. First she had had this whole uncontrollable crying thing cause maybe she was about to die and never talk to Dipper again. Then she'd paced and run around her room like a headless chicken. Every ten minutes changing her mind about removing the 'prank' she'd made for Bill. As more time passed she had regretted her concoction more and more.

"~There's screaming their bleeding

Their organs are swinging,

He flayed his friends

And now I wait,

For his wrath to come a-calling~"

After Bill had turned savage and reduced his friends to bloodied crepes, her family had called. It was so nice to hear from them. But it hurt how desperate they had sounded. They needed her to live so badly, but that just wasn't what was best for anyone. She needed to be strong. Their safety was worth any price.

"~It's boring I'm snoring.

I kinda can't stop singing,

Never actually slept

So it's gonna be hard,

To tell my brain it morning~"

Hell maybe today wasn't going to be the day Mabel Pines died and she was worrying for nothing. After all, Bill could have spent the last couple hours meditating. Maybe he'd keep his cool when he walked through the ever darkening, fish sludge.

She really hoped he breathed a little of it in. Maybe he would choke on it. Get it up his nose. Oh that was a lovely thought.

Eventually she had decided to not think about it. It was there and built and that was that.

But the decision didn't make it any easier to ignore. The smell was everywhere now. There was no escape from the stench of fish barf. But the top of the tower was still preferable to being next the congealing pool.

"~I'm living I'm seething

That my heart is still beating,

The liar won't kill me

All it takes is one mistake,

To keep my family breathing~"

There was nothing to do but wait. Soon she'd 'get up' and have some plain, odourless toast. Maybe she'd read and clean the itchy tattoo. If she could stay awake through the night (or day for those in dimension 46's USA) then the girls were going to saonce with her. Even though they'd normally only talk once a week, but with her family not being able to reach her apparently they were all freaking out. The sweeties wanted to hear from her themselves and not just transcripts from Dipper. Everyone was so worried since Bill had learned the secret. But Mabel didn't really feel that different. For years she'd struggled with the sudden separation, being alone and lost and homeless. Sure this was way worse, but at least she'd seen this change coming.

"~I'm eating I'm reading

But my mind just keeps thinking,

There is a girl

who fell and fell,

And now her families bleeding~"

O . /\

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The nightmare realm seemed quieter now. Maybe it was just the lack of his minions screaming, but it seemed like the echoing cries of the realm themselves were quieter. Maybe their sources were hiding from him too.

Bill had kept his eye on his little works of art all day. Watched as one by one they inflated and scurried away. He wasn't going to cast his eye over the girl. He absolutely 100% did not need to concern his incredible mind with her. She held no sway over him or his actions. She certainly didn't stir any unnameable sensations that easily ignited into rage. He only wanted to crush her under him, grinding her warm body into a bed of blood.

Contemplating whether or not to leave his meat sack while it slept Bill let his vision gaze over his caged pet in a moment of weakness.

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Sitting cross-legged Mabel sat with a several cups of tea dotted on the platform around her. Red stains where being splodged onto ripped pages whilst she sang.

Singing, and drawing with tea bags on small pages, the ungrateful brat had ripped them from his gifts!

"~Your dreaming of screaming

The prisoner is yawning

She's staying awake

So she can say hey

And stop her friends from prematurely mourning!~"

Bill listened to her words and realised his error in leaving her alone all day. Clearly those nosy nerds and contacted her. Staying up through the night for someone they hadn't seen in years. The unexpected twist filled Bill with rage, "DAMN that barrier!"

Expanding his energy further he sent wave of sleepiness to the mortal. Just how he had so many times before to prolong her sleep. Of course she was normally already unconscious.

Watching expectantly as Star rubbed her tired eyes and reached out for her blanket. Only to pull out the bloody food tray and magic herself three expressos and a white chocolate mousse. Then she asked it sweetly for a huge mug and a strawberry milk. Then to Bill's disgust she poured them all together, mixed it, and started to drink it contently. Her mind growing sharper and pushing back against his waves.

Anger rose in Bill at her stubbornness. "Stupid tray, why the hell did I make it. She should be eating nothing but slop!"

Then of course she started to fucking sing again.

Mabel massaged her head as she groaned "OERGH! I'm so tired! Stupid faeces flinging dillweed! Messing up my sleep!

~I'm regretting I'm fretting,

The old jerk is betting'

I'll forget myself

Disconnect from life

And lose sight of what I'm protecting~"

This would not do. Bill chanted another sleep spell in his mind, sending the invisible warm waves of sleep out to her. Splodges of yellow tea became unrefined as she battled against the near comatose state he was willing her into. Eventually she smudged a line right down the paper as she was knocked out. Slumped over on the stairs he had so generously made for her.

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"Fucking optimistic ungrateful sack of organs! AHH!" Bill yelled as he aimlessly kicked at the furniture in his study. His super-human strength sending his piano stool flying into the wall, shattering on impact. Bill wished the crunch of wood was actually Mabel's bones, snapping in his murderous grip.

It was time to let his meat sack rest however. So he lay it down on his bright bed and let his being shift dimensions. Searching once again for a way into the perimeter around Gravity Falls. It was clear he needed to be watching those pesky do-gooders.

It was a lovely, sunny spring day in ol' dimension 46. Bill watched news reports of the town, watched ignorant mortals travel in and out of its secure borders. He even tried to make deals with the paranormal creatures that lived just outside the town. However none of them would disrupt the magical fortification. All too afraid he would cause another apocalypse again. What pathetic, unimaginative minds.

The triangle spent the day screaming and begging and cursing at those he crossed. Unable to forgive the meddlesome Pines' family for renewing Star's hope. He knew there was nothing he could do to them yet of course, but if he could just watch them.. Then he could combat their efforts. Interrupt their communications. Do something, anything to disrupt their plans.

As the sunlight faded from the areas surrounding Gravity Falls an annoyed and angry invisible wizard returned to his unbound reality. He shifted first into the combined mindscape of all the creatures living in dimension #46 and from there shifted into the nightmare realm. The unpredictable area generated by every dimensions collaborative mindscape. His mind phasing into the humanoid body he had built himself, ideas on how he'd play with his Star already running across his eye.