She had no luck in waking him and eventually gave up, assuming that he hadn't gotten much sleep. Which would be wrong but hey, let her think what she wants to think. Dipper simply slept through the night not really moving.

Chapter 4: How time flies with open eyes

Dipper had been with his family again for three weeks. He wasn't really allowed to do much. He had been assigned a few small tasks and chores to keep him busy, and he had been allowed to help in a few small not so important if at all, missions. He had to admit at first his family was hesitant. They didn't know if they could trust dipper since he had been with Bill. Slowly dipper had began to earn their trust. After a little over two weeks they realized Dipper was still the same paranoid, geeky nerd with big smiles that he was when he was taken. Ford had decided today was the day he'd commit to his trust in dipper. The man pulled the boy aside.

"Dipper. I must attend a very, very important meeting with a few other rebel factions today. Stan and Mable will be joining me. However I must leave you here. If they see someone they consider to be and outsider that they don't recognize they will bring harm to you. So for you safety and because I trust you, you are in charge. Here." Ford told him seriously as he handed him the journals.

Dipper looked at the man with fake joy and admiration as he accepted the journals. He had lost his faith in his family gradually. He could see how just after 2-4 days of being around Bill his family tended to avoid him. They avoided him like he was a plague the first three days and gradually warmed up the next fourteen, before actually treating him normal again. He hated that they did that. Sure he could understand their doubts but to a treat him like the bullies at school did was just...damaging...
Not to mention his time was running out which made him a little stressed and panicky. Ford had taken notice of that and the boys lack of response.

"Dipper, is everything all right?" Ford asked.

Dipper sighed. "Yes grunkle Ford, I'm fine. Just worried I guess...it's been three weeks, and bills is probably angry beyond belief. I don't want him to hurt any of you, and I'm scared he might." Dipper said with small tears.

Acting. Maybe dipper should consider it for a career choice if his life ever gets back to normal. It wasn't all acting however. He was genuinely concerned. Bill was probably absolutely furious with him for not completing the task sooner and having the journals in the yellow triangles hands...claws?...doesn't matter, already. But ford handing him the journals... he didn't know what to do. He wanted to stay here with his family, but he also felt betrayed. Plus bill had ordered he bring the journals to the stupid dorito and because of the deal, he couldn't refuse that order. He was so lost and so confused.

"I understand you worry Dipper. But if Bill hasn't found us by now, there is little chance he will. It will be okay I prom-" ford started but was cut off.

The alarms had sounded. Meaning only one thing...

"Don't make promises you can't keep there sixer!"

"Bill!? How did you find us, better yet how did you get in!?" Ford yelled.

"It's not so hard to find when you burn a quarter of the forest down and see a tree not burning." Bill laughed moving aside.

The forest was set ablaze with blue flame. It also strangely looked like lights dancing in the nights sky, but the burning smell of wood and the crashing from falling trees said otherwise. No lights to be found, simply only ashes and smoke. Something terrifying and not so beautiful to the human eye. Bills eye maybe, but not the human eyes. Ford had hidden dipper when bill walked in so the triangle wasn't quite sure where he was yet.

"Now then, I know you have Pinetree and I know he is in this room...so where is my meat puppet?" Bill roared.

"It doesn't matter where my nephew is. He's with us!" Ford said.

"Pinetree I order you to come out of your hiding spot this instant! That is definitely an order!" Bill yelled turning red.

Dippers body stiffened behind ford. The older man took notice of the movement and dipper walked out from behind him seemingly dazed. Bill put his hand down ordering the words "come here" and watched as dipper walked onto his palm.

"Good boy Pinetree. Now do you have what we came for? I did order you to retrieve something now didn't I?" Bill said in a menacing tone.

Dipper nodded still in a daze. Bills mood affected the orders he gave when given, and since he was mad, Dipper was dazed and out of it. Dipper pulled out the journals lazily.

"No dipper don't!" Ford screamed.

"He can't hear you old man! He's stuck In MY control under MY spell and in MY trance! No way your getting through to him." Bill seethed.

"Grunkle ford dippers under a spell! We're gonna lose the journals!" Mable yelled worried.

"I know pumpkin. Dipper is more important now though..." ford said.

Of course dipper really was dazed and couldn't hear or see anything so he had no idea what was happening.

"Give us back our nephew!" Stan yelled.

"Yeah! My bro is on our side!" Mable yelled too.

"Are you sure about that?" Bill asked in return.

"What do you mean?" Mable asked.

"Pinetree time to wake up!" Bill said in a sickening sweet tone.

Dipper shook his head away from the daze as bill's blue flames took the journals from his grasp. dipper had a hand in his head in pain.

"W-where am I?" He asked grabbing his head.

"Pinetree..." Bill probed.

"B-Bill!? When did you-" Dipper squeaked.

"The journals! No, no, no, no, no!" Dipper added on.

"Oh yes Pinetree. Now than I have a question for you. POP QUIZ!" Bill cheered.

"What is it?" Dipper asked hesitantly.

"Where are your loyalties?" Bill asked.

"What do you mean?" Dipper asked back.

"Who's orders do you follow?" Bill asked.

"Yours, I have no choice." Dipper stated.

"So then if you follow my orders without question, where do you loyalties lie?" Bill asked again.

Ford knew exactly what Bill was doing. The triangle had done the same to him. And there was no way around it. The answer was always the same...

"You." Dipper said flatly as he stood with his head down and his face shadowed.