Bill sighed before sitting up straight in the chair, eyeing Pine Tree curiously, the boy was writing down something on the notepad, then he stopped and handed the piece of paper to him.

So, you... revived the body?

Bill grinned at the boy's honest belief in him.

"The right word would be 'reanimated', then again this body never were alive to begin with."

Pine Tree's eyes widened, scanning the demon several times, then started writing something down again.

It looks alive enough.

Bill nodded "Of course it do, I'm controlling it. But unlike doing your sister's puppet show, this body don't have any owner. Unless you count me that is."

Dipper nodded too, then wrote down something else.

Why did you save us? You don't have any sorta deal with us, so why?

"I..." Bill searched through his thoughts, why had his soft side helped them? Pity?

Love.
Shut it you sentimental being. You're more human than demon with these thoughts!
I did it because I. Love. Him. Just tell him that.
And lie?
You might 'love' him, but telling him I do would be lying.
Just say it.

"I don't know, my thoughts are too foggy at the moment" He lied, no way he'd tell Pine Tree something so... dumb.

The boy's expression, however, faded into disappointment, "I see" he croaked, his voice shaky.

Why is he so sad? There's no way he'd actually...

The boy handed him a note, not looking up to face him.

Please go, it was nice seeing you again. I'm happy you're alive at least.

"Pin- Dipper. Listen, I need to know where your journal is, it's urgent." No way he'd leave without the book, he needed the damn thing.
The brunette looked up, his eyes radiating anger... and sadness?
"That's it?" The boy said, "the journal? Of course.." He spat, talking was obviously hurting him, but he kept on speaking anyways.

The boy apparently realized the pain, and then scribbled down a message.
It all makes sense... you just want 3. All what you've done... was for it right?

"Listen Pine Tree-"

"DIPPER!" The boy flinched in pain, screaming obviously hurting him, "It's Dipper! You know that too! What's WITH you?!" The boy stopped to cough, this one way to violently, a bit of red mass came from his mouth.
Blood.

Cipher panicked, he honestly felt panicked.

And in his moment of panic he lost control.


Bill took control of his body, it took lot of his will and strength to push his concern over the voice, but he finally got control over his body.

He then leaned forward and hugged his Pine Tree.

"Sorry." he whispered, and he knew that tears was rolling down his own cheeks. He just kept hugging the boy, who was stiff as a board.

"I'm so sorry. Please Dipper... please don't..." His voice was soft, but considering how close he were to the boy he knew Dipper heard him.

He felt himself losing control again, the moment of weakness the voice had shown was gone, and now the voice wanted to get back into control.

"...Don't hate me..."

Then he ran.


Dipper felt odd, he kept staring at the wall across for him. He couldn't focus on anything, he didn't even hear it when a person entered his room.

His brain couldn't comprehend how Bill had acted; one moment he seemed to only want 3... the next he suddenly hugged him asking him not to hate him.

'Are all demons like that?' Dipper thought, he hadn't actually met any other demons, so it was definitely an option. Yet...

"Are you okay Dipper?"

Dipper snapped back to the world and faced the voice, it belonged to a redheaded young adult who happened to be three years older than him, and still she was who he had crushed on for most of his summers in Gravity Falls.

Wendy.


Bill kept running until he found himself in a dark alley, then he sat down and started to scream.

When the tanned boy opened his eye again the eye was no longer electric blue swimming in white, it was red swimming in an ocean of black, the pupil however were a piercing white.

Bill Cipher was pissed.


The voice is in control, it tells me what to do.
But while it is in control... it is not.
It's my body, and I control it.
But he keeps whispering and telling me what to do.
And he's pissed.


The fire is red... it's not in control...
I know, smart ass.
I don't want to use it without control.
You didn't have any issues with using it to burn down a building.
...I was... scared... for Dipper.
He would have been fine, your fire is what hurt him.
No.
But it is! All those thugs did was tying him up, but who burned him? Who's fire created the smoke that scorched his lungs? Who's fire murdered a man? Who's fault is this truly?
L-leave me alone!
How? I am you.

Bill's eye snapped open, the fire surrounding him enlarged, then it died out.
He panted a bit, then sighed. He let his feet touch the ground, the voice had let him control the body, on one condition.

'but no more trying to fuck Pine Tree, find the journal.'

He frowned towards the Shack, it didn't stand empty anymore. Stanley Pines, the man who had returned three years ago, after having been gone for thirty, had taken care of the Shack after having been told about his brother's disappearance and grand kids accident.

The two of them didn't really get along.

Bill decided to hide his body for the time being, knowing the voice would still follow him. No matter what one said about him, he always kept a deal.

Though he did twist them around.

So, in the mindscape, Bill levitated towards the Mystery Shack, ready to search through the place.


He were back in his body in his hideout, shouting out loud.

"WHERE THE HELL IS IT?!"
"WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW?!"

His counterpart had taken some control.

His left side to be exact.

So now the seemingly alone person was shouting at himself.

"WELL THEN ASK YOUR PRECIOUS PINE TREE. WE NEED THE DAMN JOURNAL."

"We already failed once! So why are we even trying?! They'll just stop us again!"

He slapped himself, or rather he slapped him.

"I let you control the vessel, in exchange of the journal. After we find the journal we can question Pine tree."

"Why can't I just tell him the truth? Then he'll help us..." His voice barely a whisper.

"You really think so? First of all he can't leave the hospital, second of all he hates us."

"...I... I'll heal him... then he can help us."

Bill felt the voice leaving him in control, did that mean he agreed?

Bill decided that was probably it, and thus he made himself get back to the city where Dipper currently resided.


He paid no mind to the nurses or the receptionist, he simply teleported to room 618.

"Dipper?" He said, looking at the bed.

They weren't alone though, next to the bed sat... Red? What was her name? Bill never bothered to remember as he despised her for being the center of his Pine Tree's attention most of the summers passed.

The brunette eyed him, frowning slightly, "Bill."

"Who's this guy?" Red questioned, slowly getting up from her chair, obviously suspicious of him.
Who wouldn't be? He just appeared out of no where.

"Dipper I'm here to help, and... ask for your help. I'll heal all your wounds, but in exchange you need to help me. Please".


I decided to write this as quickly I could, ya know to make up for the last chapter.