I was very surprised at the response this story had. I actually didn't spend much time thinking it through, only using a single concept and writing down one page of notes for things I wanted to include, and I spent just a short time writing it. It doesn't seem worthy of the curiosity I've gotten. But still, thank you.

Many of you are probably wondering just how much Bill has to do with how everything ended up like it is. The answer is probably not what you'd expect at all. Neither is Bill. If you thought Mabel seemed 'off', just wait until you see what's happened to Bill.

Here, Bill 'worries' much more about the strangeness than Mabel did. That is, more part of the chapter is dedicated to it.

Even listening to his favourite band music couldn't take Bill's mind away from the odd feeling he had woken up with that morning. Something didn't sit right with him, and the feeling was beginning to bother. He'd looked at himself in the mirror to see if he was in some lucid dream, checking if he looked right. Greasy red hair, angular amber eyes, crooked fang-like teeth...all there and deviously hansom as always. Everything was normal. Yet, it wasn't right.

Most strangely, he felt the need to be wearing yellow, even though that colour and his hair didn't go well together, and made him look like a clown. Despite this, he was now wearing a yellow sweater that Mabel had made him some years ago when he was a little slimmer and she was much less experienced in making them. Furthermore, he was displeased with the lack of dried on blood stains. He could go on forever of why he didn't like wearing the sweater, from it smelling like cat piss, to it covering all his fantastic scars. He liked wearing no sleeves or no shirt, because it showed off what he loved doing to himself. Scars riddled his body, and people couldn't help be stare. He loved the attention, and craved it.

He went over what else seemed to be off about about his day, as 'My Physical Romance' songs blared in his ears. There were a few stupid things, like the sudden fear of being in a moving car, even though he'd never had a reason to fear them. He'd still be sure to be putting on his seat belt now the next time he went driving. The one he couldn't shake off was his want to cover up one of his eyes. Two eyes were cool and all, but the depth perception was beginning to bug him. He didn't give into this desire though, because he didn't feel like always holding up his hand and though he knew lots of things, he had no idea where the eye patch he used during Summerween was.

There was also his voice! There was something wrong with it, and it wasn't that he sounded too much like that Jeff kid who was always flirting with Mabel, despite being a bit too old for her. Sure, Bill wasn't much better, being a twenty-nine year old that hung around a pre-teen and her younger friend, but unlike what some people in town suspected, he wasn't interested in them, Gosh forbid. He just found them to be the most fun people in town. Mabel was his...friend. Something just seemed wrong with that word now.

"Mabel Pines is my friend. Mabel Pines is my friend. Mabel Pines is my friend. Mabel Pines is my friend." He tried saying it in different ways, but none of them made it seem real anymore. He'd woken up with the need to cruelly play with and destroy Mabel, the girl he had known since she was brought to her great-uncle in Gravity Falls as a little baby, who had turned a blind eye to his sadism and masochism in favour of being his friend. She intrigued him, and he actually liked her. But now he wanted to kill her. She hadn't done anything horribly wrong by his standards yesterday. They and Gideon had gone out for ice cream, and had afterwards been chased by Dan the Garbageman after they'd dumpster-dived for things to throw at people, until his daughter Wendy had managed to calm him down. What she had done, he had done, and he didn't regret his own actions.

"Ah, just snap out of it, Bill!" He chortled at the absurdity of it all. "And if you really want to do away with Mabel, you could always make it look like an accident, and be all 'Ooops!' to her great uncle. You'll make it out alive; maybe!" Deciding that ignoring the problem was clearly what he should do, he turned his music up full blast, and getting up with a jump, he started dancing to the song. "Let's sing, Ms. Kitty!" He called to his damned cat, who barked in response, leaving the room tail up. Bill rolled his eyes at the rude gesture, and just sang on his own.

"Well, I'm nowhere. Take us far away, from this destruction. Hopeless for all. Sing to me, you little daring!" He purposely slipped his feet out from under him, landing on the hardware floor, and then slipping back, so his head met the floor as well. It was a double whammy! Bill moaned in pleasure as the pain streamed through his body. Pain wasn't just hilarious, but pleasurable and exciting. He honestly couldn't understand those who winced at the slightest pain.

With his earphones pulled out, Bill was only brought out of his haze when there was a knock on the door, which he chose to ignore in favour of pulling off fresh scabs. There was a few harsher knocks which Bill also brushed off. It could be the DiClone family looking to get him to pay the, he snickered, bill for their sons' hospital visit, or maybe that annoying mother with the evil baby, asking where her son was. As much as he'd like to take credit for the disappearance, he'd never be able to carry such a huge baby. It could also be Ivan looking for help, yet another reason to not open the door.

Soon after the knocking finally stopped, Bill heard the latch on his bedroom window being broken, and the grunt of someone climbing in. He didn't care all that much that his house was being broken into, as he broke into others houses all the time, so who was he to judge? Anyways, he knew who had illegally entered the house as soon as he walked onto the hardwood. The chubby boy stood over him, eyes narrowed.

"Don't wanna get the door for me, eh?" Gideon spoke cutely. He bent down lower, so the ends of his shoulder length hair touched Bill's nose. Bill got a whiff of all the hair products in the blond's hair and sneezed harshly, hitting his head once again on the floor.

"Oh, that felt good. And yes, I didn't want to get the door. It's lovely down here. You should try it." He grinned up at Gideon, who shrugged and laid beside Bill, and they both starred up at the ceiling fan. "So what brings you to the house of nightmares? Don't you know it can haunt your dreams?" It actually was a nice house, by most people's standards. If you could put aside the drawings of triangles in blood.

"Mabel sent me a who-who saying she wanted us to meet her at the edge of the forest, and that I was to come get you. She says she has a perfect plan for what we should do today." Gideon kicked his feet up in the air, balancing them. He always loved the games Mabel came up with. She was his all time best friend, who always included him in her schemes. No one else respected him.

Bill was on another line of thinking. "Well, well, well!" He huffed, crossing his arms and putting one leg over the other. "She never sent me a who-who–I mean owl. You're rubbing off on me kid!" He looked over at the boy, who was trying to contain a blush with his hands. "What's up with her not sending me one of those birds anyways?"

"You keep eating them. I always thought you liked animals too!" Gideon bemoaned. He'd had to deal with Mabel's tearful complaints when she finally realized the fate of the owls often used for messaging, and while Mabel was his friend, he didn't quite enjoy physical contact with females all that much, and Mabel hadn't let him go for hours. He didn't want to go through that again for a long time.

"Just like deer, there's a place in my heart for owls. Right next to the mashed potatoes. Honestly, I only like the animals you can pet." He untangled himself and pushed up onto his butt. "So, if Mabel wants us at the forest, let's go! Just let me get my cane. I want to whack a few woodland animals."

Gideon sighed, hoping that today was the day all the furry creatures decided to go to some forest dance. Anything to avoid Mabel's all-loving wrath. He didn't like seeing her upset. He would take Bill out of the picture if he could. He'd love it if it was just him and Mabel. But despite his cruelty, he had enough fun ideas and moments that Mabel continued to forgive him for every wrong doing, and Mabel would never tell him to get out of her life until he did something truly unforgivable. This was something that hurt Gideon so much.

He didn't want Mabel to get hurt.

"We're going to play Little Red?" Gideon asked excitingly, grinning. He loved that game! Mabel brightened even more at her friend's enthusiasm, looking at Bill to see what he thought. A simple nod and a smile. Good enough for her!

"Yeah. Though, we'll actually have roles this time instead of running around like crazy. Gideon will be Little Red – here's you sweater and cloak. Bill will be The Wolf – I found some cat ears. That should be close enough. And I'll be the Woodsman! Look at the ax I found! Whop, whop!" She swung it around clumsily, almost hitting Gideon's exposed toes. He jumped back, falling into the very much grinning Bill Cipher. "Gideon, you'll run around the forest, while Bill tries to catch you. I'm supposed to stop Bill. This'll end in three hours. Okay, let's play!"

She ran off into the forest without another word.

Bill flashed Gideon a devious smirk before putting on his ears and running off into the forest himself, intent on finding a hiding place before Gideon could find one for himself. Gideon had still yet to get the cloak on, and barely spared a glance at his leaving friends. Though, when a tree branch snapped above him, he did look up from fastening the cloak. But nothing seemed out of place in the tree. It was probably an animal climbing upwards. Nothing to worry about.

As Gideon soon left into the forest, wood brown eyes followed him. They were inhuman, slitted like pine needles. One eye had the shape of a pine tree tattooed over it. It matched the Everblues of the forest perfectly. He was the demon of this forest, someone without a need for a name, and he never took kindly to trespassers, but he tolerated them as long as they didn't wreck the forest or mess with his creatures. Those who had just entered seemed especially dangerous that day, with their ax and their cane, and he couldn't just leave them to hurt the forest. They would have to be dealt with.

So Bill is...who the hell knows, but not a villain right now, and Gideon is a little cutie who has nothing but good intentions for Mabel. How long could this last, considering what they're like in the show? What thing could have caused the evil to mostly be sucked from them?

Pine Tree has made his first appearance! Sure, it may be this duct-taped universe's version of Dipper, but he won't be called that for a while. He's going to be so fun to write, with all his 'evil' awkwardness.

And has anyone figured out what's gone on here? It's not AU, I assure you. It does somehow fit within the show. The answer is obvious if you really think it through.

(Also, tell me if I've made any mistakes in the text. I can't always catch them all on my own)