Dipper and Mabel arrived in Gravity Falls the next day, at seven in the morning, on a Monday. The two of them proceeded to walk along the side of the road to get to the Mystery Shack. They looked exactly the same as the day they left, except they were both a few inches taller.

"Hey Dipper! Check out these cool green sticks Waddles found!" Mabel called out from ahead.

"Those are Gremloblin quills Mable, but I've never seen them this far out of the forest before." Dipper mumbled while observing the quills. "They're empty of poison as well, someone might have been attacked!" Dipper nervously looked around for any signs of an attack.

"Relax bro bro! It's Gravity Falls, stuff like this happens all the time!" Mabel cheerfully picked up her pig and set off up the road again.

Dipper looked around one last time and noticed the small feet and hand prints in the dirt. He mentally told himself to return after they dropped their stuff off at the shack.

"Dipper! Come on!" Mabel's voice made him snap out of his thoughts.

"Coming!" Dipper yelled after her. He picked up his bags and started running after her.

Meanwhile: at the dump

It hurt. It hurt a LOT.

Bill lay curled into a ball underneath a pile of trash bags. His right arm and left leg were bent at odd, unhealthy angles. His stomach hurt from not eating anything other than poison and his legs were too weak to support any weight. He cried into his knees and hoped the pain would go away.

He hoped someone would come and save him, but he knew better than to think anyone would come and dig around in the dump.

So as the sun rose over the hills Bill found himself crying under piles of trash, hoping it would all end soon.

Back with the twins

Dipper sat on his bed with his blue journal on his lap. Mabel had left almost as soon as they arrived to go meet up with her friends. Stan was running the shop, Ford was down in his lab working on... something. Wendy was running the cash register and Soos was nowhere to be seen.

Dipper closed his journal and decided to take a walk.

"Grunkle Stan! I'm going for a walk I'll be back soon!" Dipper yelled as he stood next to the open door.

"Okay, just don't head by the dump!" Stan yelled back.

The dump? Why would Stan care if I went there? Well now I know where I'm going. Dipper thought as he left the house.

He walked for twenty minutes before arriving at the dump.

"Now why would Stan tell me not to come here?" Dipper said as he walked through the previous home of Old Man McGucket.

Just then he heard a sound similar to that of a young crying child.

"What the..." Dipper trekked closer to the sound. It was coming from underneath a pile of trash bags, which Dipper carefully moved to reveal a small five year old boy with brown, golden tipped hair. The said child had a broken arm and leg and was far too thin for such a young boy, not to mention he was covered in blood. The boy seemed to notice Dipper and looked up at him with tear-filled, yellow catlike eyes.

"Oh man. Ohmanohmanohmanohman!" Dipper started sweating and his eyes frantically darted about as they searched for something to help the injured child. They landed on a roll of bandages.

"Don't worry kid I'll help you, just don't move." Dipper said as he ran off to get the bandages.

Pinetree, you can't stay here he's getting something to hurt you! Get up! Run! Do anything but lay here! Bill attempted to move but only resulted in making his right arm hurt more. He collapsed back on the ground and started sobbing even harder than before. Dipper returned a few moments later, only to make Bill scoot as far away from him as possible.

"Hey, don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you." Dipper said as he stepped forward.

Bill was too weak to put up a fight as Dipper started wrapping his leg and arm in bandages. He definitely didn't scream, nope, maybe just a little, okay he made dogs howl he screamed so loud.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm going to take you you to the Mystery Shack. My Grunkle Stan can get you to the hospital. Just hold on there buddy." Dipper reassured as he pocketed the bandages and picked up Bill.

"Ineree! No!" Was the only garbled speech Bill could manage.

"It's okay, he's really not that bad once you get to know him." Dipper said as he started running back towards to Mystery Shack.

Bill shifted uncomfortably in Dipper's arms, his one unharmed hand clinging to the fabric of Dipper's vest. Bill started crying again, but not because of pain. It was because he was scared, no, terrified of Stan and Ford.

"It's okay we're almost there. Just hold on a little longer." Dipper said as he hugged Bill more closely to his chest.

Five minutes later Dipper burst through the Mystery Shack's front door.

"GRUNKLE STAN!" Dipper yelled as he dropped to his knees. Bill looked up from Dipper to see a very curious Shooting Star looking at him.

"Hey there. What's a cutie like you doing with my dorky brother?" Mabel asked.

"Hey Dipper what's with all the ye-" Stan stopped mid sentence as he noticed the small child curled up into a ball in Dippers lap. "Dipper! I told you not to go anywhere near the dump!" Stan shouted, making Bill curl into an even tighter ball.

"Grunkle Stan, what are you saying?" Mable asked as she looked up at her great uncle.

"I'm saying I don't want that, thing anywhere near my family!!" Stan approached Dipper and Bill, making the former demon press himself against Dipper.

"What's going on up here?" Ford said as he came up out of the basement.

"Dipper here found the little pest." Stan said.

Dipper looked down at the sobbing form in his arms and then back up at Stan and Ford. How could they call this little guy a pest?! Dipper thought as he felt the accused grip his shirt for comfort. Dipper carefully lifted an arm to pet the child's hair to comfort him.

"I thought I told you to keep him away from the dump Stanley!" Ford yelled, earning a loud sob from Bill who was now burying his face into Dipper's vest.

"Why do you hate this kid so much?! It's not like he's gonna kill us in our sleep! He can't even talk properly!" Dipper screamed ending all arguments in the room.

Bill looked up at Dipper feeling guilt for the first time in eons.

"Because, Dipper, that 'child' is none other than Bill Cipher." Ford said.

Mabel gasped while Dipper looked down at Bill, taking notice for the first time his yellow cat eyes.

"Dipper! Why did you go to the dump when Grunkle Stan specifically told you not to?!" Mabel turned around and yelled at her brother.

"Adventure purposes." Was all Dipper could say as he continued to stare at Bill, who was once again crying.

"That doesn't explain why you brought a demon into the Shack! Now go get rid of him before he kills us all!" Stan yelled.

Dipper looked at the pitiful form in his arms to his family who were all dead set on having the child he was holding die.

"No." Everyone gasped at what Dipper said.

"Mason Alexander Pines, take that back this instant!" Ford shouted at Dipper.

Dipper stopped breathing for a second. He hadn't been called his full name since he was little.

"No! No one deserves to die like this! He's in a five year olds body! What am I supposed to do?! Let him starve and die?!" Dipper's face was red and Bill had started shaking uncontrollably.

"Mason drop the demon and go to your room! You're grounded until you have some common sense in that head of yours!" Stan shouted as he pushed Ford out of the way.

"No!" Dipper hugged Bill to his chest and turned so he was out of view of his uncles.

"That is it!!" Stan stepped forward and ripped Bill from Dipper's grasp resulting in a sickening snap originating from Bill's now broken fingers.

Bill screamed a loud, almost inhuman scream that burned the back of his dry throat and lungs.

"Shut up!" Stan slapped Bill across the face and he stopped wailing. "Mason, go to your room." Dipper obliged and scurried up to his room, Mabel close on his tail.

"As for you, you're going to be put somewhere more, out of the way." Stan said as he walked outside with Bill in his grasp.

"What are you doing Stanley?" Ford said as he followed his brother into the woods.

"I figured he could spend his last few days in the beauty of nature." Stan set Bill down next to a tree before getting a rope and tying Bill's hands to the tree.

"Okay Stan, just make sure he stays out of the way this time" Ford said before he turned and left his brother to the demon.

"Alright Sixer, I can manage that." Stan chuckled as he tied a cloth around Bill's mouth. He looked down at the child as he stood up. "You would have been better off if ya had stayed dead." And with that Stan left, but not without feeling horrible for how he had treated a child.

Little did Stan or Ford know, but they had been watched by a certain brown eyed child who had a deep love for mysteries.

9:00 PM That Night

"Why did you try to defend Bill, Dipper? I thought you hated him." Mabel was tucked into her bed and was still confused why her brother had tried to defend the same demon that had tried to kill them last summer.

"Because even he didn't deserve that." Dipper was also in bed, he was staring at the ceiling feeling guilty for not defending Bill.

"But he's a demon Dipper! He doesn't need you to help him! He probably wasn't even hurt!" Mabel made eye contact with her brother.

Dipper sighed. "You're probably right." He knew she was wrong though. Bill would never cry if he was faking it.

"That's the spirit Bro-Bro! Goodnight Dipper!" Mabel then turned off the lamp and snuggled into her covers.

"Yeah, goodnight Mabel." Dipper didn't go to sleep though. He waited until not even the TV could be heard playing before he got up and grabbed the bag he had prepared earlier. It was filled with medical supplies, food, camping supplies, blankets, and a whole case of bottled water. Dipper looked around the room before his eyes landed on Mabel's Huggy Wuvvy Tummy Bundle. It would make carrying Bill a whole lot easier. Dipper thought. So he grabbed it before running out the door and into the living room where Stan was fast asleep. Dipper then carefully made his way to the front door without making a sound. He opened the door as quietly as possible before stepping out and shutting it. He bolted into the forest where he saw Stan take Bill.

Dipper looked around before hearing the muffled sounds of Bill's sobbing. He turned around to find Bill in the same fetal position he was in when he had dug him out from under the trash bags earlier that day.

"Hey, Bill it's me. I'm here to help you. Just stay calm." Dipper knelt down and took out the pocket knife his Grandpa Shermie had given him last year. Bill visibly flinched away when he saw the knife, his glowing cat eyes making it shine in the darkness.

"Calm down. I'm just going to cut the rope." Dipper then proceeded to saw away at the rope connecting Bill to the tree. Once it snapped Bill's hands were free and he tried to remove the cloth around his mouth.

Once the fabric was removed, Bill looked up at Dipper with sad tired eyes.

"Pinetree, you came back." Bill tried to say, but his mouth couldn't say the word properly so it came out as: "Ineree, you ame ack." Dipper seemed to understand anyway.

"I did. Now let's get out of here." Dipper said as he slid the backpack off his shoulders and put the Tummy Bundle in its place. "It'll be easier for me to carry you this way." Bill didn't seem to mind as he was lifted off the ground and placed into the carrier so he was facing Dipper.

Dipper slid his backpack back on and started running from the Mystery Shack. As he ran he felt Bill fall asleep against his chest, his head in the crevice of Dipper's neck.

Please understand that this is not BillDip, Dipper is 13 going on 14 and Bill is 5. That would be gross.