Bill appeared in a flash, obviously enjoying the glare on Ford's face. While the mothers pulled the children back, away from all the fighting, Dipper wasn't near any adult that could have pulled him back. Dan and Stan did pull him behind them however, seeing as Ford pulled out a strange gun. Dipper knew the gun was just one of his magnet guns, which the man knew wouldn't do much more than annoy the demon.

Dipper sighed as he snapped his fingers once more, the sound echoing throughout the room when it shouldn't, drew everyone's attention to him. Before everyone noticed the shift in position. Dipper was once again sitting in his own chair, while everyone was back to their original spots before his return. The girls were back to sitting in their mothers' laps as the fathers sat next to them. Grenda and Candy were just sitting in the lazy boy that was moved off to the side behind the couch his family sat in, while Gideon now sat in a chair behind Sara and Daisy's families. Pacifica and Priscilla were in their own seat near the fireplace while Bill was left to sit in his own chair across from Dipper.

"So, the first thing I will mention here, is that the one to blame for Bill's appearance is Ford." Ford was about to object when Bill laughed, drawing attention.

"I have no idea how you have done this kid. I must say, I am impressed. I can't read three of the people here at all, completely blocked off from my powers. I recognize you, not too hard, but thirteen years ago, I lost sight permanently over two people, before losing sight of a third earlier in the summer. Pinetree, Shooting Star, and Lama. Three members of my cypher wheel, just up and disappearing, until now that is. So, tell me, how did you do it?"

Ford had enough of this. "Alright Bill, what is going on here and how are you here in our world outside the dreamscape?" Bill looked around when he heard the question. He took notice of how everything was in color, and how everyone was staring at him as if he was some monster.

"What? Well, Pinetree, you got an answer for us? I was only supposed to pop up and scare Sixer and whichever of these flesh bags were strong enough to enter my bubble of influence. This is a surprise even for me. So how is it that I have a physical form?"

Dipper chuckled as Bill finished. "Just because Ford isn't capable of grasping the concept of the universal algorithm, you shouldn't pretend you didn't hear me talk with him about it. You know as well as I that there is a summoning hold on this mansion. You can enter this plane as long as someone that made a deal with you before is within it. Ford has made a deal with you; therefore, you can appear as you please. Knowing this however, I planted several machines throughout the place that locks you into a physical form but traps you as you are. Thanks to my interference, you are stuck as a floating triangle, unable to even use your powers outside your deals, so as long as no one is stupid enough to make a deal with you, you can't hurt them."

Bill glared as he changed his color to red, showing his anger. Though he went a deeper shade when he realized he couldn't increase his size. "Well, color me impressed. You must have access to the algorithm if you can prepare this much. It would be impossible to see the summon hold otherwise."

Dipper chuckled as he snapped his fingers and some of the servants came by with snacks. Though their professionalism showed as they did their best to ignore the fact that one of the 'guests' was a triangle. Dipper just chuckled as he went back to talking, grabbing a cup of tea. "I guess I can explain a little. I am smart enough to look beyond what is, and see the very concept of reality, before speaking and willing alterations as I desire. It is not easy, and it is not really as fast as you all see. I just will it to happen when I want it to happen. You all see it happening in a snap, but I literally pause the universe, read through what will be, and make it what I want it to be. And set it to all happen when I snapped my fingers."

Bill stopped glaring as he took a long look at Dipper, being the only one who understood exactly how much that took out of someone. "How long have you been able to do this Pinetree, because it is literally impossible to learn enough to be able to do it that easily within a single lifetime. A normal human such as yourself is literally incapable of living long enough to understand even the basics of how to approach the universal algorithm. It is physically impossible."

Stan groaned. "Why not dumb this all down a little for us that don't have a bachelor's degree?"

"Fez, there is a scale that you humans use to measure your IQ. 100 is average, unless you live here, but enough with taking jabs at you idiots, Sixer here is above that a bit. He may be gullible, but he is up there. But to reach the level you need to get what this kid gets, you have to toss that scale out the window, because there is no measurable method to explain how high it is. Being able to bind me like this without a deal is something that no one can really do, unless you can alter even my existence."

Dipper smirked; Bill laughed; Ford growled as everyone else did their best to stay out of the conversation. Dipper sighed. "You all do realize that Mabel and her friends were supposed to be in bed, sleeping off their little party last night. That is why I was completely okay with handling the issue with Tony the way I did." Dipper had been the only one to take any of the tea, Bill would have, but it was the filthy human drink, and he was unable to alter it to suit his tastes.

Mabel finally said something, as she grabbed her own cup of tea. "Well, we all actually haven't even gone to bed yet. If you haven't even thought about it, we actually messed up our sleeping schedules to the max." Mabel paused to take a drink, shivering at the taste, before setting it down and using the little tongs to place cube after cube of sugar in, stirring it up, before putting a couple more in. "And as we were awake and not planning for bed any time soon, we decided to get your intellectual opinion on how us ladies look in these dresses." Mabel took another sip of her tea, sipping it down enough so she could pour some of the cream into it.

Dipper chuckled over his sister's actions, while Pacifica and Priscilla both looked like watching what the girl was doing caused them physical pain. Ford scoffed at the girl. "If you are going to do all that to your tea, you should have just dumped the creamer into your cup instead of wasting the tea."

Mabel flinched as she stopped, before going back to just sipping it in silence. Dipper glared. "Why does it matter to you how she drinks her tea? As long as she isn't making it for anyone other than herself, it shouldn't matter."

Ford rolled his eyes, ignoring the looks of disappointment everyone was giving him. Yeah, the Northwests were a little uncomfortable with what the girl was doing, but that was from their own professional opinion, their upbringing, they weren't judging her, just reacting. Any true tea maker would have cringed in pain watching her do that.

Pacifica was the one to answer. "It's not like you bought it, it looks like one of the blends my father got before all this went down. He got it because it was expensive, the most expensive to be exact, not because it had a good taste."

Dipper chose that time to add on. "I merely selected this blend for now, because things shouldn't be wasted, no one will repurchase it from me due to less than stelar reviews, and I expected myself to be the only one drinking during this chat. But like always, Mabel is choosing to go the high ground and is trying her best to help others see past the darkness that is looming over us. After all, it's not every day that we find our favorite grunkle tossed out into the street."

Ford glared at Dipper. "So, I am a bad guy, just because I want my life back? Just because I want to be me, and return to how I was, before Stanley and I got into that fight? I spent the last thirty years getting over what was wrong with me, I discovered and created a weapon to destroy the demon that drove me to insanity. What am I supposed to do? Give Stanley my life, and let him have my home, both of which I now have to repair from all the damage he caused them?"

Dipper scoffed as he looked Ford in the eye. "No, what you should have done, was slow down things. You could have allowed Stan to finish up the summer, and when things slowed during the winter, less people going on vacations across country and all that, and Stan could have even finished off what stock he had. He could have had a final sale to get rid of all the stuff he had, everything has to go and all that, before closing shop. If you kept everything low key, let Stanley just sneak away in silence like he would have, instead of just outright throwing him to the curb and setting up his business to be shoved off to the dump, Tony wouldn't have caught sight of Stan leaving. Businesses go out all the time, people wouldn't have thought much of it. Hell, you could have even sold ownership of the items to Bud and Gideon. They could have done something about it all, repurposed them and what not. They would have just gone and moved everything with their own trucks, putting the stuff away in their warehouses.

But instead, you decided to start turning away everyone at the door. Tours that everyone has seen as one of the staples in a tourist hot spot, just stop. No explanations other than a guy that looks really similar to the one normally running them telling people that Stan was no longer doing them, that the Mystery Shack is no longer a thing. People would obviously talk about a guy who was a staple of a tourist town, now just slowly driving around town before driving up to the mansion on the hill."

Dipper took his time as he repeated Mabel's actions with the tea, making sure he had Ford's full attention as he watched the man cringe over ever cube drop from the corner of his eye. Smirking at the man's groan when he added the creamer. "All it took was one rumor of Stan being a completely different person, or someone saying there were two Stans, and Tony just had to investigate it all. So, you have no one to blame but yourself for not going through proper protocol to avoid all this. And showing up here when you yourself have suspicions about the Northwests and their own connections to Bill Cypher."

Ford stood up as he started to get heated. "I will have you know, that if Stanley had just taken my journal and left like I had asked him to, then none of this would have happened. He could have been off sailing the seven seas, and all I had asked is for him to take my journal with him."

Dipper rolled his eyes. "He wanted to sail them with his best friend."

Dipper looked Ford in the eye as he said it, getting his point across as Ford lost his anger somewhat before looking at Stan, who was just drinking a cup of the bad tea. Ford sighed as he sat back down, grabbing his own cup before taking a decent gulp. Which turned out to be a bad idea, seeing as he nearly gagged and choked. As Stan checked him, rubbing his back and everything, Ford tried his best to get his thoughts out. "Horrible idea, absolutely horrible. What monster created this concoction?"

Ford, having been unable to finish the cup, added in a bunch of sugar and creamer, the girls all giggling at him. Ford turned to Priscilla. "What crazed lunatic buys this stuff?" His only answer was a shrug.

Bill cleared his non-existent throat, gathering everyone's attention. "You might be able to distract sixer here, but I am still waiting for your answer to my question. How did a twelve-year-old decipher a method to alter the algorithm?"

Dipper scoffed at the demon. "You say that as if everything can just be explained with a single sentence. You are being impatient Bill, and our drama can be handled as it comes out easily. Much easier than my explanations at least."

Alex turned to his son. "Mason, please explain. I have no idea what is going on, nor how much I can believe right now. But this whole situation has taken me for a big loop, me and your mother only took vacations off work to see what is going on up here. We have to settle everything with all of this before we return home. So please, just tell us how you are doing all this."

Dipper looked around as everyone had their eyes, or eye in Bill's case, on him. "Fine, it won't be the first time I explain things in detail. You all really get whiny when all this is thrown out there. If I just explain it early, you have me thrown into an asylum. But this is not the first time I have lived through my life. I have knowledge and experience from each and every time I have lived. From the moment of my conception, I recall every kick that Mabel has thrown to tell our mother we were alive. All the way to my last breath as I die naturally or am murdered. For a number of times, too numerous for even I, a being unable to forget, to remember."

Everyone just sat there staring at him, some looking unbelieving, while others were amazed. Bill stopped glowing so brightly, dimming slightly. "Well, that would do it. I have always been omniscient, so I can't even imagine having to remember and learn everything. But to have to restart from the very beginning of your existence every time. That is a level of boredom too cruel for even me Pinetree."

Dipper scoffed. It's not like I haven't already gone through my crazy phases. Self-harm, total destruction, I have done everything from nothing to total universal domination. I have experienced every method to live, every method to die, every method to kill, every method to save, every method to love, every method to hate, and everything in between each. I have been a demon that loves all, and a god that wishes destruction. I have been bored of everything, and excited for every moment."

As Dipper was speaking, his form slightly altered, his eyes turning into pits of darkness, countless numbers and symbols flying through them, an increase in height, his tux became littered with constantly moving mathematical formulas that even Ford was having trouble figuring, but the weirdest change, was with his forehead. His hair slicked back as the ursa major birthmark began to shift through multiple constellations.

"Listen, I have entered levels beyond you Bill, and until you are able to catch up, I will always be ahead of you. But that is impossible, because you can't leach off me as when I started, because you forget everything I explain with each reset."

Dipper snapped his fingers as he shifted back to normal, taking a sip of his tea.

Everyone was staring at the boy in shock, including Bill. "Pinetree, what the actual hell was that?"

Dipper rolled his eyes. "You mean my form shift? Like I said, I am beyond you Bill, but because you will be forever stuck restarting without this knowledge, you will never catch up. You will never win unless I allow it. The Axolotl has even stepped back to allow me control over this timeline, because he failed to fix my curse. I am trapped in a world of games, all of which I have both won and loss. I have no new things to try, I have nothing to ever look forward to again. I am watching a rerun of reruns, to the point that I can no longer watch anything new. And if I stop watching the rerun, I am left staring into an abyss, or if I elongate what I am watching, going beyond the boundaries of my lifetime, I go until everything dies. I prolong my boredom. Until I finally give up what makes me human. There has only ever been very few that have kept the embers of empathy flickering in my soul, I have met people I was never meant to meet, but none of been able to help me. I am trapped in this life, or I lose those that tether me to my humanity."

The humans there just shivered over what he was saying, not being able to comprehend what he has gone through. Mabel hopped up and went to sit next to him, just sitting there and hugging his arm. Dipper chuckled as he watched her.

Ford gave a heavy sigh as he spoke up. "So, you are Bill's opposite than? Where he is the being of chaos, you are one of order?"

Dipper shifted his attention. "You could say that, but you would be wrong. Axolotl, the being we are speaking of, is the guardian of the multiverse, the guide of time, he is able to handle just about everything. But the algorithm is not something he can just play with. Yes, he may have caused it's creation, but he is unable to alter it, and my own meddling may have altered it out of his reach. It's like asking an inventor to take his invention, and make it do something completely different. He would have to rip it apart and rework the whole thing to do so. It would be painful for everything that exists at that point."

Ford flinched as it was explained. Bill tried his best to figure a thing or two out. The rest just felt extremely uncomfortable talking about God level concepts they shouldn't have to be worrying about. Gideon was more thankful than ever that he chilled out and stepped back from Mabel. Though he would be burning a couple plans he had wanted to try when he got home. Yup, he was making plans to get back at Dipper, and he was hoping Dipper didn't take it personally.

Dipper sighed as he stood up. "I am going to go take a nap, you can all have fun and throw a tea party for all I care, but keep in mind that you must fix this little sleep schedule mishap before long. Though we still have a week and a half or so until the Woodstick festival, but we have barely a week until that SEV RAL Timez concert Mabel has been wanting to see. Stupid clone bands, if I wanted to deal with clones, I would be making some that are worth making." Dipper was pulling the doors open to leave as he spoke.

Mabel smirked. "If you got to choose what clones were made, they would all be Pacifica, Candy, and Daisy!"

Dipper stopped as he just stepped out the door, turning to answer her, as the door slammed closed in his face before he could respond, due to him no longer keeping it opened. Mabel shouted in victory. "Hah, I finally won! I beat a God!"

Dipper chuckled as he just continued to bed, allowing Mabel to claim this victory. Back in the room, nobody had anything to say to that. They were all trying their best to digest everything they learned. Ford turned to Bill. "What does one have to do to be able to approach the algorithm?"

As Stan was about to smack his brother upside the head, Bill answered. "Nothing, it is impossible to understand for a mortal that has never seen the limits of one's own mind. That's why I can't alter it myself. I have spent my entire existence embracing the madness, to the point I can't focus, or become serious enough, to figure it out. It has been out of my reach since I have no mind to find the limits of. You must be smart enough to understand infinity Sixer. I can peek into it, it's how I obtained my omniscience, but I don't understand all of it. To understand everything about it, you have to be completely sane, and totally batshit insane, all at once. Sanity and insanity are two sides of the coin, and I can only understand the one side Sixer, and you barely grasp the beginning of the other."

Everyone thought over that, growing more concerned for the boy that just left.

As everyone decided to see what they could do with their day, Ford was followed home by Bill. "What is it you want from me Bill?"

"Oh, come on Sixer, you know that you're my favorite flesh bag around here. And since I am stuck here, I figured I would see what you would like to do, for old times' sake?"

Ford glared at the demon. "I see no point in fraternizing with such a terrible creature such as yourself."

Ford turned away, heading back into his bunker, intent on ignoring Bill for as long as possible. Bill was somehow able to still follow him. "What about the brat? Aren't you still curious? I have more answers."

Ford huffed. "Yeah, and what are those answers going to cost me? Anything you can offer; I now know I can go to Dipper to find out."

Bill laughed. "Yeah, because it totally didn't take everyone sitting down and a couple tantrums to get him to open up. You do realize how torturous knowing everything is, right? It gives me a headache, why do you think you can hide from me? I try not to go through all that constantly, and only watch through my symbols. It is painful to use the algorithm for me, and I enjoy pain."

Ford looked at the demon. Before turning to look at the complete, perfect, and shut down, portal that Stanley had built, with a little guidance from Dipper. Giving a heavy sigh, he looked at Bill, who was now trapped in this state.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=Back at the mansion=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Grenda and Candy had chosen to head home, seeing as it was reaching the afternoon. But Mabel had gave them the ticket to the concert as Dipper had already gotten them for her. Gideon following not long after, denying a ticket for himself.

It was nearing seven in the afternoon, Dipper's explanations taking a good deal of time to get through. There were also all the goodbyes, seeing as Candy and Grenda were doing their best to make sure Daisy and Sara knew they were friends.

Dipper was resting in his room, acting as if asleep already, mostly to get out of explaining more useless information. Why explain, everyone would just forget the next trip through this forsaken realm. No one could understand his pain, no one could see his scars. There was nothing anyone could do to stop this torment. Dipper was ignoring things well enough, he never realized when someone came in.

Pacifica and Daisy were worried, the boy they liked was being tortured for all eternity. How many times had he explained this issue to them, of course Daisy expected Pacifica was went to more often than herself. But this her was worried for this him in this life, screw what the 'hers' of before thought or wanted, let the 'hers' of the next lives deal with things themselves.

This her wanted to be there for Dipper.

Pacifica wanted to be there for her new friend, the boy that allowed her to experiment in his lab, that guided her to create a potion to turn her into a cat girl. The boy that flew in and broke her from the cage that trapped her all this time. The boy that was hurting because he had to live knowing he couldn't confide in people for fear of them believing him insane or a demon.

Pacifica and Daisy entered and quietly closed his door, before Pacifica climbed in and laid on his right side, Daisy taking his left. Both trying their best to comfort him.

Dipper sighed. "Okay, this is awkward in all honesty."

Pacifica scoffed. "Well, you just tell everyone that you are a wreck, and you expected no one to comfort you?"

Daisy giggled slightly. "We care, we worry, and we wish to help. You can't just ignore us after all that. Just except our love and care."

Pacifica and Daisy smiled as they leaned up and kissed him on his cheeks. Dipper sighed. "Never expected this from Daisy, where is all the stutters?"

As Dipper looked to Daisy, he could see her blushing so much, she was like a night light. The girl was about to try to give an answer when Dipper felt Pacifica hit him on his head. "Leave the girl alone, I have been doing good work with helping her, and you are not going to ruin it mister."

Dipper smirked at them, a quick snap and he was in a blue silk sleep wear. Pacifica and Daisy looked at themselves and Dipper, before Pacifica tapped the boy a couple times on his pectoral. Another snap and Pacifica and Daisy were in silk nightgowns, Pacifica's was lavender, while Daisy's was yellow. Pacifica pulled the blanket the rest of the way up, getting comfortable on Dipper's shoulder, Daisy was busy hiding her face, practically hiding under the blanket itself.

Dipper chuckled as he went to sleep.

=-=-=-=-=-=Elsewhere once again, in the mansion=-=-=-=-=-=

Alex and Stan were having a talk with the other two fathers, the author being too lazy to name them will just refer to them as Dather (Daisy's) and Sather (Sara's). (Will rename if commenters/reviewers come up with good names)

Alex was asking for opinions, while the other two fathers were talking about whether or not it was safe to stay. Stan scoffed at all three of them. "You three really need to calm down. The boy obviously loves his family, otherwise he would have just murdered us all already. Whether he is a god or not, the boy has chosen to protect us. I do advise you to make sure you get Mabel a nice gift on their birthday though, seeing as he doesn't really like anything but her."

Alex groaned as he looked to Stan. "Please uncle, this is serious."

Stan frowned at them. "Who is saying I aint being serious? Dipper loves Mabel, he guides her throughout her life like a guardian angel, making sure she can be happy. If you really want to get on the boy's good side, get both the Northwest girl and Mabel something nice. Because if you guys hadn't notice, the triangle in the top hat literally spelled it out for us, the boy is protecting Mabel and Pacifica. They are the two that control whether that boy murders everyone."

Dather scoffed. "Well, I hope Daisy loses her crush, because I don't think I could handle things if she wound up getting mixed up in all this. Is it even safe for our families to remain here?"

Stan groaned loudly, gathering the three men's attention back to him. "The boy is still the Dipper we know; you all are failing to realize something. He may know everything, but he has been rather straight forward with us. He is bored. If I had to deal with everything that he has, I would honestly be just as bored. He could curse us into the same position, but he hasn't. He cares about us, if he didn't, we would also be being tormented with the same issues. He just wants to go through enjoying things quietly if you ask me. So quit crying about the safety of the kids and enjoy the fact that your wife gave birth to God, or your daughter is crossing off a new item on her bucket list. Not every day you get to date a god after all. I know I am jealous of them."

The three fathers just crossed their arms as they gave the old man a group deadpanned stare down. Stan sighed. "Yes, I would have been using all that to get rich, scamming everyone and maybe even getting the kid to show off to put Gideon out of business."

The three chuckled quietly as they shook their heads. There was what they were expecting.

Through the halls, sneaking back to Mabel's room, were two giggling girls as they carried cameras, within the devices were pictures of three adorable kids snuggling, while the mothers caught them, only for the giggles to increase. Though two of the mothers had a bit of concern over what was instore for their daughters, what with them wishing to date a boy with such a background as Dipper.

A lot of concerns over things would arise, and the only thing they could do was worry about what the future would hold. How would the boy react if they took their daughters away, what would he do if they tried to pull away. What could they do against someone who could do what they have seen him do, let alone everything they can and can't think of.

This would take work to get used to.

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Alright, I hope this chapter is satisfactory to my current parameters. Little explanation.

Candy hasn't been spending enough time to warrant her wanting to join Pacifica and Daisy in comforting Dipper. She just loves the thought of learning magic. To her, he is her friend's hot and smart brother. To Daisy, he is that, as well as the only guy to not bully her, and give her support and friendship when she needed it. Pacifica is in a similar boat as Daisy, but he has helped her gain, and traverse a freedom she has never known before.

I figured I would explain this so that people could see where I am coming from in the ending here. I see myself having Dipper be with both of them, I can see him being with all three honestly, but because of my writing style, I don't know when, how, or if I will be adding Candy. But I believe I am adding Daisy and at least making this a double girl pairing for Dipper.

I look forward to hearing your opinions.