Dipper just floated there in horror. 'Did Bill just say that? Did he REALLY just say that?!' Dipper looked around franticly, trying to find some way to stop Bill from destroying his legs. Before he could do anything though, Bill had already started stabbing and puncturing his legs.

"This feels so good Pine tree, I should possess people more often. But your body is good for now." Bill said, laughing hysterically.

"Bill! Why are you doing this?!" Dipper yelled, tears cascading down his cheeks.

"Why Pine tree, this is my body now, and I plan to do whatever I want with it." Bill said, getting up from the step he was sitting on.

Bill headed for the woods, causing a trail of blood to fallow behind. Dipper couldn't help but fallow, imagining the worst to come to his body.

Mable was pacing around her and Dippers room. Mable just couldn't shake this feeling of de-ja-vu going through her mind. The way Dipper was acting today, felt oddly familiar. She just couldn't put her finger on it. Something was wrong with her brother, something seriously wrong, her twin sense going off the hook.

"Mable, could you come here for a minute?" Grunkle Stan called from the kitchen.

"Coming."

Mable rushed downstairs, hoping it might be something about her twin. Mable reached the kitchen, hope filling over her eyes.

"Have you seen Dipper? I haven't seen him at all since our little argument on wearing that wolf suit." Grunkle Stan said, worry and guilt in his voice.

"Not since this morning, but I think something is wrong with him." Mable said.

Stan looked at her with curiosity, then dismissing what she had said, as if SHE was the crazy one.

"Mable, I just think he's going through a phase is all. He is twelve after all."

"But still, I just..." Mable couldn't finish her sentence, tears glazing over her eyes. She quickly wiped them away, and headed for the attic.

"Don't worry bro-bro, I will figure this out."

"That was fun Pine tree. Let's do it again!" Bill said, pulling the lose twig sticking out from his leg.

By this point, Dipper wasn't surprised by what the demon would throw at him, causing misery and pain to flow though his body. The newest one was tripping over a tree root and falling down onto a bunch of sticks, some occasionally going into his leg or arm. Bill headed for the top of the hill again, only to come tumbling down again, injuries only getting worse and worse. Dipper slightly wanted to actually feel that pain, just so he knew he had control of his own body. Just to feel the pain of tumbling down a hill, or crashing into something.

"Pine tree, you know you won't feel that for a while right? I plan to keep this body for as long as I can." Bill said, read Dippers mind.

"Of course Bill, of course." Dipper said, looking down at the forest floor, all hope leaving his body, to leave the shell of what he used to be.