I should probably be working on OJHLSL right now (my sequel to LWotF), but I couldn't stop thinking about making a continuation of Karma Isn't What We Think It Is! I don't know why I like seeing Bill and Mabel bond so much, but it's truly amazing. And if anyone says otherwise, then… you're up for an intense debate.

You're probably wondering what's going to happen in this. I'll give you a hint:

Introducing, Mabel the Therapist!

"What do you know about Bill Cipher?" Dipper asks.

The Axolotl ponders on the question before his eyes glow, and he speaks:

Sixty degrees that come in threes.

Watches from within birch trees.

Saw his own dimension burn.

Misses home and can't return.

Says he's happy. He's a liar.

Blame the arson for the fire.

If he wants to shirk the blame,

He'll have to invoke my name.

One way to absolve his crime.

A different form, a different time.

The twins stare blankly for a few seconds before they snap out of it. "What the heck does that mean?" Dippers asks.

"Shh! It's free-form poetry!" his sister, Mabel, exclaims. "I thought it was beautiful. Maybe a little wordy, though." she replied to the Axolotl.

The pink amphibian laughs heartily. "You won't remember me tomorrow. But it was my genuine pleasure to meet you, Dipper and Mabel Pines."

Mabel sat on the bed with the poem written on a piece of paper in front of her. The twins didn't remember their encounter with the Axolotl, but they still remembered the poem. What she didn't understand was the whole 'different form, different time' part, because when she'd seen Bill yesterday, he was in triangle form. But it didn't matter, she was more interested in the other parts of the poem.

"Misses home and can't return?" Mabel thought to herself out loud. Then she gasped when the most brilliant idea popped into her head. "So he's homesick!" Her smile only grew brighter as she grabbed her creative notebook to start brainstorming ideas. She worked on it for the rest of the day until it was finally late; around 10pm. She yawned, putting her stuff away and accepting that she had to get her beauty sleep. Besides, she was excited to see if her plan would work or not.

"Goodnight, Dipper!"

"Goodnight, Mabel."

And once again, Mabel awoke to the gray colors of the Mindscape. This time, she wasn't in the same setting as before; instead, she was surrounded by trees, and it looked like the woods of Gravity Falls. She decided to sit down on a tree stump, waiting for Bill. Her eyes gazed at the lines on the trees, but they quickly darted away when she spotted the eyes on them. She focused on the ground, looking at the blades of grass, and the stones, twigs and dirt spotted around. She looked up to the sky and stared at the gray hue of the sun. Sure, it was monochrome, making everything look dull, but it was still beautiful. In it's own way.

"I will never understand how you meat sacks can think this universe is so pretty. I mean, you look at the sun setting every evening amazed, when really you don't realize it's going to cause the hyperdeath of the universe and kill everyb-"

"Hi, Bill." Mabel interrupted him calmly, the same light smile on her face as the last time. "I don't want you to tell me about how the world is going to end, thank you very much. But least I know it's not going to end due to Weirdmageddon."

That remark was unexpected. But before Bill could say anything, she continued. "So, why are you here?"

"Kid, I have nothing else better to do. "

"Really? I thought you were planning to 'slaughter my family' or something." she threw back, a sassy smirk on her face.

"Okay, okay, fine, you got me." Bill said, holding his hands up. Mabel tried to keep herself from cackling, but a snicker escaped her lips, and she started howling with laughter.

"What?" the triangle said, obviously annoyed. "What's so funny?!"

"You!" Mabel said in between her gasps for air, trying to maintain herself again, still on the verge of another outfit of giggles. "You're not one to try to 'show innocence'. What're you so guilty about?"

Bill facepalmed. "I'm not supposed to be a joke, Shooting Star. I'm a pure-"

"Yeah, yeah, you're a pure being made of energy and we can't stop you. You said the same thing during Sock Opera, Bill. But we did defea- Well, actually, I probably shouldn't brag about our countless victories in front of you. But anyway," she said, changing the subject, "I think I figured out your problem."

"What problem? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how you have trauma! Like how you, quote-unquote 'miss home and can't return'. What's that about, huh?" Mabel asked curiously.

"Of course Big Frilly Know-It-All had to tell her about the…" he muttered to himself, trailing off.

"Who's that? Like, is that supposed to be a-"

"Not important." he quickly interrupted. "And I don't have issues."

"Sure you do." Mabel continued. " 'Says he's happy. He's a liar'." she quoted again. "So... I think you're lying, Bill."

A groan of frustration emitted through him. "Fine, kid. You have five minutes to solve my 'trauma' or whatever."

"Uh, it doesn't work like that." she said, slightly confused.

"Too bad." he said, crossing his arms.

Mabel took a deep breath. "I'm not a psychologist - or a nerd like Dipper - but you're supposed to vent out your anger?" she tried to explain.

"I'm not telling you about my past. And I'm definitely not-"

"AH HA! So you admit it!" she said, standing on top of the tree trunk and pointing at Bill with a victorious smile full of mischief. "Listen, I think you just need some good, old fashioned help from a friend."

"Oh, so we're friends now? After all the chaos I caused in your dimension?" he said back, amused somewhat.

"Don't change the subject! Come here!"

"For what?"

"Just get over here!" she exclaimed.

"Mortals, thinking they can get me to be their 'minion'." he said to himself. "I could kill you, ya know." he said as he floated beside her.

"Yep, I know." She started to reach her arms up towards him-

"Hey, what are you doing?"

-and she gave him a hug.

"This is how it works." Mabel said as she snuggled against him.

"A hug? Really?" Bill said, rolling his eye in annoyance.

"Yep." she said, still not letting go. Bill just floated there, not sure what to do. "Also you're supposed to hug back."

That's when he forced himself out of her grip. "Okay, this is over."

"Hey!"

"Bye, Shooting Star."

"I wasn't done yet! I still have, like, 2 minutes left!"

"Not anymore!"

*excited fangirl squeal*

Isn't it adorable? :3