Chapter 2

"Was it real?"

Dipper slipped into his normal sleep wear, unlike Mabel who seemed to have an outfit for every day of the whole summer, almost like she had an endless wardrobe. Waddles curled up next to her as she scooted into bed, nesting herself between the sheets and mattress.

"Are you going to sleep at all tonight Dipper, or are you doing to look at that stupid book?" she huffed looking over at her brother whose head was stuck almost inside of the book.

"Of course I won't! I don't know why you even think that I will!" Dipper closed his journal, sending out a clap of dust into his face. He responded with a cough and a wave of his hand to settle the air away from his face.

"Alright, I believe you, but I swear if I see you up one more time Dipper Pines!" Mabel pointed a finger at him squinting her eyes.

"Mabel, look, see?" Dipper scooted into his own bed and stiffly rolled onto his side. "I'm going to sleep okay? Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep."

Mabel perks up and rests back into her bed kissing Waddles forehead then closing her eyes leaving Dipper to shut off the light. "Good night then everybody." There is a large crash from down stairs

"This is the worst night ever!" Stan cried out from down stairs, giving some credence to Mabel's earlier statement.

"He's fine." Mabel whispered before falling asleep instantly.

Dipper, however, was tossing and turning making fake snoring noises.

After a bit he finally heard the sweet relief of his sisters snoring, indicating that she was in deep sleep at last. Once he heard it, the covers were already off him and his journal in his hands.

Dipper quietly grabbed his hat slipping it on top of his fake bedhead walking over to their bedroom door, letting it creak open slowly before he walked down stairs into the dark living room. He turned on the junky side table lamp and sat in Grunkle Stan's arm chair.

Dipper flipped open the tattered journal, looking around the pages for anything on a monster that could make illusion's to mess with it's prey. The book came up short of Dippers questions only giving slight hints towards monsters that could scare someone into hallucinations but nothing about actually modding a persons sense of mind and vision. Unless it was the summer heat that could have been showing through the window but Dipper didn't feel a lick of sweat on his body at the time nor did he feel dizzy, the window was indeed behind the counter but it was slighted to the right slightly if facing the counter. There was the other window over the door but the sun was only setting so the light was dim along the floor, the light only hitting his ankle. That brought up another point to wreck the theory of him getting overheated, if it was evening that's when the sun is less harsh and the air slowly cooling down. Plus Dipper always drinks at least 2 bottles of water each day to keep from sweating and indeed overheating. Dipper thought about this for sometime, then it struck him. Bill Cipher. Dipper quickly jumps out the seat pacing back and forth placing a finger on his chin pondering on the thought.

"Why would he be doing this to me now when i defeated him fair and square, surely he knows i can do it again, AND if he is causing these day dreams i can fight them off, (even if i only had one so far)" Dipper made up his mind, the next time he sees Bill he's going full out. He will dream so hard it will blast Bill out of existence!

In the moment of sure willpower the TV flickered. Dipper stopped dead in his tracks looking at the tv, it flickered again. Dipper turned and leaned down towards the screen his finger still on his chin. "What the?" Suddenly a pair of black skinny hands smashed out the screen grabbing the sides of dippers face, the screen moved to the side for the arms to spout out of it. Dippers plan slowly fell apart the fear gripped him tightly , literally. It felt way too real. A yellow triangle pushed it's way out of the screen, it looked to be Bill Cipher himself but something was a bit weird about him this time, there was more to the demon's body this time. More came out of the screen, a full body came out wearing a bright yellow suit lined with a brick like structure along the yellow, the inside of the suit was colored a deep black. On the triangle itself was a large grin and a top hat placed on the very tippity top on the point but no eye to be seen. The large body glided over dipper finally ending its journey out of the TV, the cold black hands still placed on the boys face. Dipper looked up in shaking fear at the body. "B-Bill..?" After he said the demon's name, the upper center on the triangle spread apart displaying an eye with no pupil. The body stayed levitated keeping a gloom and weight onto Dippers nerves. "Bill." Dipper said again managing to push out more clearly this time. A black streak crawled down from behind the eye to form Bill pupil, he blinked a few times to make sure everything was in check looking around the room with a wide grin paying no attention to Dipper. Dipper gained back some confidence standing a bit taller. "Bill!". Bill stopped looking around and his eye shot down staring Dipper straight in his own small inferior two eyes. He felt a rush of anxiety followed with another weight on his nerve but so much heavier. He soon felt like he couldn't breath the weight moving to his chest pushing it apart and forward like Bill almost wanted to rip his heart out. Then that's when it hit him, his heart pounded, the words of the demon lisped out of his mouth, it was soft but ready to kill. "Hello, Dipper." Dipper woke up on the floor his journal in his face flipped to a page where a faint scribble of Bill was on it. He sat up the book dropping into his lap. He had no idea what just happened not sure if it was really did happen or just the book crushing his nose so he couldn't breathe, but then again he was a Dream Demon. Dipper slowly reaches his hands to cover his cheeks looking down at the book giving him a small sense of comfort. "Was it real?" He sat on the floor for the rest of the night not bothering to go back to sleep until the next morning.