Dipper felt a horrible pain in his head. His whole body started to ache and he's vision became blurry. He tried to let go of Bills hand, but it wouldn't budge. His ears started to ring and he could barely hear anything. Dipper closed his eyes, and hoped whatever was going on would stop soon. Suddenly, everything became quiet, except for the laughing triangle in front of him.
"You know Pine tree, I thought you were smarter than that." Bill said, still laughing insanely.
Dipper opened his eyes to not find Bill, but himself. Dipper couldn't believe this. He fell for Bills trap, AGAIN! Dipper looked down at himself to once again see that he was a ghost, floating above his body.
"BILL! THIS WASN'T PART OF THE DEAL!" Dipper yelled.
"Geez Pine tree, no need to yell." Bill said, dancing around the room in his new body.
"And Pine tree, it was part of the deal. I said I would make it so that YOU wouldn't hurt anyone. I never said I couldn't." Bill said.
Dipper just floated there, still in disbelief.
"I still can't believe you fell for my whole going insane lore." Bill said.
Dipper, now completely angry, floated down to Bill, or Bipper as Mable liked to call him, and yelled right in his face.
"What do you mean, insane lore?!"
"What I mean is, none of that was going to happen to you. Most of it was you just going through puberty. With a little of my influence." Bill stated.
Dipper couldn't believe what he was hearing. First, he was stupid enough to believe he was going to go insane, and then he fell for the former Dorito shaped dream demon. Dipper backed away from Bill, completely at a loss. He felt like the whole world was breaking before him, more than before. He just wanted to scream, but he wouldn't let Bill get that satisfaction.
"Well, I am going to get out of here. See if these arms are still as durable as last time." Bill said, turning to leave.
"Oh, and before I forget, I got rid of any communication you had between you and shooting star. So you won't be able to tell anyone of this." Bill said.
Now Dipper was completely crushed, like an old Pit Cola can. Once Bill left, Dipper threw his hat on the ground, frustration and anger taking over.
"Ugh! Why me! Why does it have to be me?!" Dipper yelled, knowing no one other than Bill, would hear him.