On the edge of a forest in Oregon lay a blond-haired boy near the Mystery Shack. His brittle hair waved to the beat of the wind, and he leaned against a large stone. His face was pale and colorless, but his cheeks glowed red in fever. The blonde trembled, though he had a warm, yellow sweater with his real self, a yellow triangle with only one eye, a black hat, and a yellow cane; Bill Cipher. Perhaps he was cold because he wore only blue shorts and did not wear socks or shoes. He whimpered softly, his two eyes closed, and he murmured tangled things to himself. Bill Cipher was sick.

Bill Cipher's PoV

I hovered in the middle of a white room. I was so incredibly hot here and suddenly I didn't like the heat anymore. I tried to move, but my triangular body did not move. What had happened to me? I tried to move again, but I had no control over myself. What had Felicita done to me? If I catch this witch! Uh ... pain. What happened to me here?

"Leave me free, Felicita!" I cried aloud, but my voice was echoed from the walls. It came back to me and gave me headache.

Why was this pain unbearable? I was a dream demon without weaknesses! Why could not I bear this heat? Did I just imagine it all?
The room suddenly moved in motion and I became so strange - terribly strange, not crazy strange. The space changed colors, from blue to red, from red to yellow, from yellow to green, and so on. Colorful bubbles flew around and every time they burst, it gave an ear deafening noise. I tried to escape the illusion, but no matter where I looked, there was no escape. Where the heck was I? Suddenly the room changed to a fiery red tone and I was incredibly hot again. But somehow it was cold, but only a little. I had the feeling that I would melt! My golden color reflected the flames around me.

"It's so hot, please let me go, I have to help my friends," I cried softly, but there was no answer. I was caught ...

Bill's PoV: over

It was 9:00 am and the Mystery Shack, a tourist trap in the forest would soon open. A 16-year-old teenager cheerfully hummed a song while she went to work. She was wearing a green checkered shirt, a pair of jeans, and a brown woodcock-bear. It was Wendy. Her song muttered as she saw the blond-haired boy muttering muddled stuff.

"Listen to me, let me go!" He muttered, and found himself in a restless sleep.

Wendy dropped the motif on his sweater and she made a step back. "Cipher," she hissed angrily. "Better I tell Dipper and Mabel," thought the girl and ran into the Mystery Shack.

"People, you will not believe me, but Bill Cipher is in front of the Mystery Shack!" She blurted out of the teenager.

"What?" Dipper straightened from the carpet and turned off the TV.

"Hey, you can not do that, it's going to be exciting," Mabel muttered, trying to get the remote.

"Mabel, we have other problems, Bill Cipher has returned, you know, he wanted to destroy us and so did."

"I know, dumb, but tell me what are we going to do now?" The brown-haired girl said, looking at her brother with a smile.

"I do not know, let's ask Ford," the boy with the blue cap answered to his twin sister and turned to Wendy. "You are best left here and tell Stan."

"Understand" Wendy explained, running into the souvenir shop.

"Gronkle Ford, Gronkle Ford. There's an incredible news!" Dipper burst with the word through the door of Ford's room, which he and Mabel had discovered the last summer holidays when the two had quarreling.

"Bill Cipher is here again!", Mabel cried and came out behind Dipper.

"What?! that is completely impossible ... We've already defeated Bill, where is he?", Shocked the old mythologist.

"In front of the Mystery Shack," the brown-haired boy replied.

"Let's not waste any time," Ford said, taking a few guns from his table.

The three ran as fast as they could outside the forest. Already they saw the yellow, which strongly distinguished from the environment . Ford pulled a black, round weapon, which was already charging a blue beam.

"Stay close behind me," he told the children, pushing her back. There was a deep tension in the air among the three. Bill was unpredictable and they all knew that.

Slowly, the three approached the apparent monster, which now turned out to be a blond-haired boy. But everyone knew that it was the triangel-shaped dream demon.

"Why do you torture me, I did not do anything to you, what do you want from my dimension, just leave them alone, and my friends too!" The boy muttered uneasily and shrugged.

Ford aimed at the boy, but finally took the gun down. Even if he was a dangerous monster, it could only be inhuman to kill him now without doing anything. In addition, Bill was not exactly in a pleasant state, as the actor's researcher noticed, and that was simply a matter of his humanity.

"Listen to me, Dipper. If I tell you, you're going to hit Bill, okay?" Ford handed the gun to his grandnephew, and the latter nodded at him.

Slowly, Ford approached the irritated, restless boy. When he arrived at Bill, he cautiously knelt before the patient and felt his head. "Fever," he muttered quietly, straightening up. "We need to get him to the Mystery Shack, I need to sort out some questions with him, but we still have to be careful," Ford told the youngers.

The old man took the blond into his arms and carefully carried him to the Mystery Shack. The boy came nearer to him and seemed to be calmer. It was as if Ford had done something, so Bill became calmer.

"Gronkle Ford, what about Bill, he's totally pale," Mabel wanted to know.

"I do not know, but he really does not look good," Ford said with a glance to the boy in his arm. Was it really the yellow, crazy triangle they knew from before?

"Can we really trust him, I mean, maybe he trick us," Dipper said skeptically, and also glanced at Bill.

"We have no choice but not to leave a fevered child alone in the forest, even if it wanted to destroy the whole world," Ford replied, opening the Mystery Shack door. Fortunately the unicorn charm had subsided after a few months.

"Bill has a fever, is not that bad?" The brown-haired asked excitedly, worrying about the poor, sick Bill Cipher.

"Yes, absolutely bad." Dipper grumbled in irony. "Do you even think he nearly killed us?"

"Now be gentle children, we do not want any problems with someone here." Ford was as quiet as she entered the Mystery Shack, the hut of the Mysteries.