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This story was inspired from a few quotes I saw in a magazine :P

Also, fluff is in it I guess.

I listened to Birds Chirping for Relaxation by Dzen Guru, Mind Relaxing on Spotify while writing this. I recommend listening to it while reading this, but you don't have to.

Mabel's eyes snapped open to be met with the monochrome colors of the Mindscape, and, despite knowing where she was and who was behind it, she remained calm. Instead, she looked around at the area, taking in her surroundings. It was as if time was frozen, and everything was painted gray. She stared out the clear glass window to see the large sign reading Welcome to GRAVITY FALLS, and she was still sitting on the stiff cushion seat of the Speedy Beaver bus rather than the setting being changed to some sort of wheat field or galaxy like in Ford's dreams. Her eyes trailed to look beside her to see that Dipper and Waddles were absent - which made since, because this was a dream. Her dream.

"Well well well well wellwellwell," said the familiar voice of Bill Cipher, its sound seeming to come from all directions around her. "Long time no see, Shooting Star!"

You would've thought that she'd be utterly traumatized at that high-pitched chipper voice reaching her ears, or at least the use of her old nickname given to her because of her favorite sweater (and her zodiac symbol on the wheel), but she didn't scream or even flinch. In fact, she found herself, rather… ignoring him. Just staring out the window at the pine trees of the Gravity Falls forest. She didn't want to leave the isosceles triangle hanging, however, but she wanted to make it clear that she wasn't scared of him anymore.

"What brings you here, Bill?" she said simply, content and sane, as if she were Jheselbraum herself. She was relaxed, almost.

Her response, which had no hint of fright in it to be heard, must've been a shocker to him, because there was just plain silence for the first three seconds before he spoke again.

"Right off the bat, then? You're not even going to ask me how and why I'm back, my future plans for world destruction - again - or how I'm going to get my revenge on your family and slaughter you all?" he asked.

"Nope." Mabel smiled slightly, but it wasn't seen since she was facing the window. "Not even gonna ask."

This frustrated the heck out of Bill, because he found himself wanting to ask her why. The tables were being turned on him so effortlessly. These stupid, easy-to-decieve, mortal flesh bags were supposed to be the ones asking questions, not him! Him! The all-knowing, all-seeing, powerful Bill Cipher!

But something told him to ask anyway. So he did.

"Why?"

His tone was clear to Mabel; it was filled with a slight irritation that she seemed to understand. She shifted, turning so she would finally face him, that simple smile still on her lips as she stared straight at him. The air shifted, seeming to change to a more serious environment, but with a… softness to it.

"You see things, you say 'why'? But I dream of things that never were, and I ask 'why not'?" was all that she said.

"You stole that quote from George Benard Shaw, kid." Bill said, looking amused.

"But that's not the point, Bill." she replied, the smile immediately fading from her lips, her coffee-colored brown eyes going solid, as if she was… disappointed. She sighed, then continued, further elaborating on what she was trying to say. "You see things, right? You watch the town, you know everything, right? You see that I'm not fearful of you anymore. It's because I've taken the steering wheel. I'm the one in control."

"Control?! I'm the master of the mind! Tell me, Shooting Star, if you're the one in control of your own mind, then why didn't you stop me?" the triangle asked, finding what she said as something foolish and hilarious.

"I can't control what comes by. But I can control what happens." she said, head lowered towards the floor. She slowly lifted her head back up to look back at him. "You have to pay attention to the little things. Believe it or not, there are some things you're wrong about. Even the simplest of actions can make someone - or something - slip up… It- It's…"

She paused before continuing, like something was holding her back, but it was quickly wiped away. "It's why you failed. It's why you failed to take our world."

There was silence, so she went on. "You don't know one thing, Bill."

"What's that?"

"It's hard to beat a person who never gives up."

"Where'd you'd get all this fancy intellect from, Star?" he said, leaning on his cane, amused.

She looked back at him as of ot was obvious. "You."

"Me? Me?" He laughed hysterically, as if it was the best joke to ever be told. "You're kidding!"

"I'm not, Bill." she said, voice firm and tone serious, stopping him in his tracks. "If Weirdmageddon didn't happen, the townsfolk wouldn't have learned an important lesson about selfishness. And without Mabeland, I wouldn't have changed either. And I think you can change, too."

And at that moment the shades of gray surrounding her began to go white, signaling that she was waking up.

"And I hope you do change, Bill." she said, smiling with such bright kindness that he'd never seen before.