Dipper couldn't sleep at all though the night. He kept on dreaming that he was either dead, or he was by Bills side for the rest of eternity. The thought of being dead sounded better than being with Bill though. The only thing that made the nightmare unbearable was seeing his sister Mable, crying her eyes out at his funeral. Dipper sat up from where he was laying? Floating? He couldn't tell the difference by now. It had been a week, a WEEK since he has been a 'ghost', and each day worse came to his body, mind and soul. His body looked like 3 trucks ran over it, he knew for a fact that Mable thought he was insane, and...he was losing hope with each hour it seemed, and with each hour that he lost hope, Bill still had his body. Bills attempts to freak Dipper out and destroy his body were growing more and more horrific and gory. Bill somehow cleaned himself up in the forest a bit before going back to the mystery shack, washing away all the blood and some bruises, so he could start again the next day. It felt like a never ending cycle, wake up, fallow Bill around through the woods, watch whatever Bill would do to his body, then go home and try to sleep. It's not like he needed it, but he didn't want to feel like he was completely dead, so he tried to keep with the human part of him, but even that was hanging on a lose wire.
"Oh Pine tree, time to go." Bill said.
Dipper floated downstairs, not paying much attention to Bill. Once outside, Bill ran for the forest, as fast as Dippers legs could carry him.
"What the..." Dipper questioned the former Dorito chip, and hurried up his pace.
Once deep enough in the woods, Bill stopped at a tree and panted, laughing like a maniac.
"What's so funny?"
"Did you not just see what we ran though?" Bill asked.
Dipper looked back, to realize a blood trail leading up to where Bill was standing. Dipper floated further down the blood trail to see they went through a small bear cave. A very small, but big enough for one full sized bear. Dipper went back to Bill and saw a huge gash in his back.
"Like it Pine tree! I thought it would add to my assortment of scars!" Bill said.
Dipper was speechless. Bill would go far as to go through a bear cave and get a humongous bear scar on his back! Dipper, back to reality, realized, just like always, had cleaned up the scar and was sitting on the forest floor. But now, he had a knife in his hand. Not stabbed into it, but he was holding it the correct way.
"You know Pine tree, nothing scares you anymore, but, I wonder how you would react if it was shooting star who was in danger."
Dipper perked up at this. He would never, ever want Mable to be hurt for a mistake he had made.
"Shooting star would probably look amazing sprawled out on the floor, dead." Bill said.
At this, Dipper rushed at Bill, as if he were to punch him. Without realizing, Dipper had somehow grabbed Bill, or his hand, and putting the knife to his chest.
"You think I am going to let you ruin this vessel!" Bill said, turning the knife away from himself.
"I will no longer be your puppet!" And with that, Dipper plunged the knife into his stomach.
Dipper felt like he was being forcefully pulled into his own body and once there, he felt all the pain Bill caused him, in one fell swipe. Dipper looked up to see Bill, back in his triangular form, glaring coldly at Dipper. Dipper thought that's what it looked like though, his vision becoming fuzzy and vivid.
"Don't think this is it, Pine tree. Once you wake up again, I will be back." Bill said.
"Then...what if...I...don't...wake up?" Dipper asked.
Bill just glared at him, then vanished.
'Goodbye Bill, Goodbye Stan, Goodbye everyone. Goodbye...Mable.' Dipper thought to himself, before passing out. The last thing Dipper heard, was a scream... A scream and a laugh.
I am not sure if I should make another chapter or not, but I most likely will.