CHAPTER 2

Dorito: Hey guys, a lot of you have been hoping that this doesn't become a romance and just to clear it up IT WILL NOT. There's no romance planned for the future and it will stay that way (personally I think there are WAY too many romance fics out there anyway). However, you may drown if fluff, however, it is mostly friendship stuff and not romantic or anything like that.

Dipper took the small triangle upstairs, then set him down on the kitchen counter. Bill tried to move around to look at his surroundings, but he failed to do so, instead twisting so far that he fell over on the counter, with a small whimper. Dipper sighed and set him upright.

"Are you going to hurt me?" Bill asked with a wide eye. Dipper shook his head and set the triangle down on the table. He then got some aspirin from a cabinet for Ford, though he thought it best not to go downstairs at the moment. Ford seemed pretty upset about Bill, even though the demon did not retain his memories or even the knowledge of how to use his powers. Dipper glanced over at him. The small triangle still looked very confused.

Dipper frowned, raising a brow. "What?" He asked, "I said no." He chuckled slightly. He walked over and pulled back a chair, sitting down. "You… really don't remember anything, do you?"

"Nope," Bill said, glancing up at Dipper. "I don't even know your name yet kid! Is it Dippy or something right? Odd… I feel this strange urge to call you Pine Tree!" Dipper shivered at the sound of Bill calling him that again. He had almost forgotten about that odd habit that the triangle possessed. He hadn't missed it, either.

Bill shook himself until he was laying down on the counter. He blinked up at the cabinet bottoms, still missing limbs. Dipper didn't really mind. Those hands… they had looked a lot like creepy black spiders actually.

Dipper chuckled slightly and set him back right side up. "oh well," he mused, "guess someone will have to carry you around then." He tapped at his chin. "I think Mable has a wagon around here somewhere." He then perked up. "oh no, Mable…" His sister didn't know the dream demon was here.

"Did someone call me?" Her voice called from the other room.

"Um, nope, everything is fine!" Dipper called, but it was too late. Mabel walked into the kitchen and immediately face-palmed at her brother. "Dipper, I TOLD you not to reawaken that thing but did you listen? Ohhh no, you NEVER listen when I tell you not to do weird paranormal crap." Mabel took out her marker from earlier and wrote 'BUTTFACE' in big letters just under Bill's bowtie. "I told you that I wouldn't vandalize his grave, but I will vandalize his gross triangle body!"

Bill perked up, "G-grave?" He stuttered nervously.

Dipper snatched her arm, dragging her into the living room. "Mable, he doesn't remember anything. We can't treat him like this, it's not right."

"Oh, fine," Mabel muttered, yanking her arm away from Dipper. "But don't think I forgive him for everything he did!"

Dipper glanced in the direction of the kitchen. "I don't expect you to, but we still need to treat him like a person Mabel. He doesn't even remember how to have limbs, much less remember Weirdmagedon or anything else he did to us last year. Lay off, okay?"

Mabel huffed and rolled her eyes. She crossed her arms and blew a raspberry at her brother. She then turned away, "Fine, whatever."

Dipper groaned and rubbed at his forehead, "Thank you. Now could you maybe try to talk to him with common sense?" He walked back into the kitchen. His jaw fell down when he saw the kitchen littered with floating objects. Silverware, fruit, batteries and other miscellaneous objects floated a few feet off the ground. A small tabby cat appeared to be floating next to the sink. It meowed before teleporting away.

Bill could be heard laughing softly, arranging forks in odd patterns around him. He then looked over at the Pines twins. "Pinetree! Look at how cool this is!" he practically… no… literally glowed in happiness.

"Biiiiiiill!" Dipper sighed and picked Bill up off of the counter. "You shouldn't use magic like that. What if you hurt somebody?" Bill radiated heat as he glowed. He closed his eye and sighed.

"Fiiiiiiiine," Bill whined, as he stopped glowing. Dipper set him down on the counter again. Mabel walked up to Bill and poked his hat.

"Ewww…" She said, pulling her head away and shaking it quickly. "It's still made of flesh…"

Bill yelped, hopping back slightly, "ahh!" he screamed, "it is?! It could be a parasite get it off me! Get it off me!" He whined.

Dipper sighed, "Mabel, you're scaring him." He groaned. "It's fine bill. It was like that before."

The two twins perked up to the sound of footsteps. They turned to see their grunkle Stan in the doorway. He frowned and stared deadpanned in the kitchen. He walked into the hallway, grabbed his keys and walked out of the house. "I'm going drinking with fiddleford!" He told the others.

Ford walked in after Stan, and his eyes widened significantly at the floating objects in the kitchen. Bill seemed to perk up as he saw them. "Oh, there you are!"

Ford sighed, walking up the counter. "Bill, I want you to stop levitating things." The objects dropped and Bill looked up at Ford obediently. "Good." Ford picked up a magnet gun from the table. "Kids, I'm going into the forest to get some parts for equipment repairs. I'll be back in an hour or so." He spoke as he left the kitchen.

Wait where was he going? Bill levitated a fork, tossing it after him. No reaction. No… he wasn't safe all alone! Come back..! He had to follow the scientist. But how? He couldn't move! He suddenly felt something forming inside of him. He perked up, curiously letting it bubble. It extended beneath him and formed two black little flipper legs. He stood up, testing them real quick. He then perked and hopped off the counter, following after Ford. He hopped into the scientist's pockets. He hummed curiously as his legs disappeared again. Was that a new spell? He chuckled quietly, playing around making his legs rapidly appear and disappear.

The twins were discussing the latest episode 'ducktective' when Mabel pushed at her brother, eyes wide. "Wait," she spoke, "it is uncharacteristically quiet here." She turned to the table, "Where's Bill?"

Dipper perked and turned to the shack door. He grabbed his own backpack and rushed outside. He looked around. Bill must have followed Ford. He sighed, scanning the forest again. It was no use. He was long gone. If Bill was with Ford, he should be ok. He locked that logic into his mind and walked back inside to Mabel.

"Hey, If you have arms and legs all the time, shouldn't I have arms and legs all the time too?"

Ford sighed at the onslaught of questions coming from the demon in his pocket. He was getting sick of this memory loss thing real quick. "Fine, I don't care," Ford replied. He felt something growing in his pocket.

Bill let little black arms and legs grow on his body. He flashed with happiness. Suddenly he heard a loud 'clang!' followed by an immediate decrease in elevation.

Ford descended into the spacecraft and looked around. It was dustier than he remembered, but that was likely to happen after being absent for so long. He set Bill down on the cold metal floor. "Go explore or something, just stay in this chamber of the ship!" Ford got his magnet gun and slid down a pillar to the lower levels.

Bill tilted slightly in confusion. He hummed quietly and walked over to a nearby table. He hopped up onto its surface with a small hum. So many weird laser guns. Hey! Ford has a laser gun! They must be good then, right?

He lifted one up with a cautious glance. Nothing bad yet… He chuckled slightly and spun it around on one of his fingers. He laughed and tossed it in the air, catching it with his other hand. He was about to cheer at the preformed trick when he heard an explosion not far down the hall. He looked down at his hand. He had pulled the trigger by accident. "oh no…" he set it down. He then hopped down before bolting.

Ford yelled from down below, and Bill whimpered, hiding under the table. He saw a bright blue beam as Ford pulled himself up with his magnet gun. He sighed, turning his head to the smoking rubble that once was a passageway to the security controls. Ford pulled Bill from under his table and held the triangle up as he whined like a puppy. "Don't touch laser guns, Bill, those are dangerous."

"But YOU have one!" Bill cried. "And if you have something it must be good, right?" Ford set him down and shook his head.

"Bill," he sighed, "Just because I have something that does not mean you can have it."

The triangle tilted slightly, "Why?"

Ford sighed, rubbing at his face, "Because you're different than nor-

"are you being shape-ist?" Bill glared slightly, "is that is, sixer?"

"What?" Ford retaliated, "no, it's because they're dangerous."

"Dangerous WHY?" Bill huffed back, "it's because I'm different, isn't it!"

"Well, yes!"

Bill suddenly deflated. He looked down at the ground. He blinked once. Twice. He then looked up, tearing up slightly, "I-i'm dangerous?" He whined. "Oh, I'm putting everyone in danger! I need to get out of here." He teleported out of Ford's grasp and ran down the now blown up hall.

"No- Bill, don't… Darn it…." Ford huffed and followed quickly after the triangle. Bill had vaporized the rubble as if it was all nothing. Not good. Ford found him sitting in the center of a circular room, sniffling, despite not having a nose. He groaned, not believing what he was about to do.

Ford knelt next to the triangle, staring down at him. He sighed and lifted the triangle up to his hat. He then set him on the palm of his hand. "You're dangerous, but you have the control to hurt someone or not," he looked at Bill. He was staring back up, confused. "Think of a tiger. A tiger can be tamed to not attack anyone but it's still dangerous."

Bill looked down at his hands. He looked back up, "does that mean I can help people too?"

Ford shrugged, "I don't see why not.

Bill seemed to smile. He stood up on his hands. "Awesome!" He chimed. "I'll start with you!" Ford started to float off the ground. He stared down at the ground. Bill laughed, "now you'll never have to walk again!"

"Put me down, Bill," Ford muttered quietly bringing a frustrated gaze to the demon.

"But- But I'm helping!"

"Bill, this is not helpful. I don't want to fly, I want to walk." Bill sighed and lowered Ford back to the ground. He looked sad. Bill sighed loudly, plopping onto the ground. Ford picked him up and placed him in his pocket again. "Let's go back home, Bill…"

Ford took Bill up and out of the spacecraft. As he walked home he realized that Bill was being quiet. He was kind of phased by the whole thing. His enemy- whom he had been prepared to sacrifice his brother to erase- was now sitting peacefully in his pocket. It was an odd feeling to be sure. He then realized that the sun had set and stars filled the sky.

He pushed open the door to the Mystery Shack and set Bill down on Stan's old chair. The triangle looked up at him, glowing softly. "You don't sleep, do you?" Ford asked. Bill twisted back and forth as if shaking his "head".

"Okay then, you just stay up here then. And do not wander, okay?"

"Okay," Bill squeaked quietly. He watched Ford walk downstairs and, for the first hour, sat in the chair as instructed. He then got bored. He messed around with levitating various objects in the room, but that got old very fast. He hummed random notes to himself, jumped up and down on the old chair. Eventually, he slumped down against the chair back, staring up aimlessly at the ceiling. He glanced at the window and then floated over to it.

Up in the sky were the stars. He traced constellations with his finger, not really knowing how he knew them. Ursa Major, Orion, Pegasus, Cassiopeia, Castor… They sat there in the sky, untouched and not bothered by anything. They didn't have to question their own life. They weren't learning everything all over again. They didn't have to think at all. Bill scowled. It was so unfair. Why couldn't he be a constellation? What would they call him? The Demon? The Monster? He was shocked at his own understanding sometimes.

He didn't know why he was sitting there, wondering about something so far away. What was the point? Everything ends. Everything dies. The universe was just a little blip of unharnessed discord in the grand scheme of things. Why… Why was he plagued with these thoughts? So dark, so heavy? It was like something else was in control of his mind. Something was thinking for him. He was just a puppet. They all were, weren't they? Just puppets. And Bill? He just wanted to be the puppet master. Wait, no, that wasn't right. He was supposed to be good. Good people didn't control others.

Bill shook himself onto his side and stared up at the sky until the sun began to rise in the east. He didn't know when he fell… well not really asleep, more of mindless meditation. He groaned quietly as the sun shined in his eye. Nooo… He didn't wanna get up yet. It was so peaceful. And the sun was so warm… He flipped onto his other side, facing away from the sun, falling back into meditation

That is until he heard small giggles and murmurs from beside him. He experimentally twisted slightly and he heard shushes come from the voices. "Mabel, you're gonna wake him up…" He heard Dipper whisper.

Mabel gasped quietly, "Me?" She asked, "You're the one asking questions." He could practically smell Dipper flush red. And he didn't have a nose!

"W-well..!" He retaliated, "You know me, I constantly question things.

Bill opened his eyes. "What are you two doing?" He asked suddenly. The twins flew backwards in surprise.

"Oh," Dipper looked up, "Sorry we didn't mean to wake you."

Bill sighed. "I wasn't asleep. Don't worry about it." He did look slightly irritated from being 'woken up' though.

Dipper and Mabel exchanged a glance. "We wanted to know if you wanted any breakfast. We decided to make waffles."

"I-I don't really have a mouth…" Bill explained.

"Right, right, sorry…" Dipper shook his head slightly in apology. The twins stood and left the room, leaving Bill to 'sleep' peacefully on the window sill. This, however, proved impossible as the twins were stirring quite a racket in the kitchen. He floated into the kitchen and landed delicately on the table, watching the twins make waffles. They coordinated beautifully- well, for making glorified pancakes with abs, it was impressive.

Eventually, the waffles were done, and Dipper and Mabel sat their plates on the table, eating with Bill in between them. Bill thought the human process of eating was… disgusting. You put something inside of you? And you ABSORB it into your bloodstream? And THEN IT FLIPPIN COMES OUT. It was so gross… So, so vile.

When Dipper finished his breakfast, he scooped Bill up and put him on the bill of his hat. Bill… on a bill… Oh, I see what you did there! Mabel chuckled and handed him a one dollar bill. "Here, hold this!" She snicked. Bill stared down in confusion. Bill grabbed onto the hat with his tiny black hands, releasing a squeak of surprise as Dipper stood. "I'm going into the woods, Mabel."

"Fine," Mabel groaned. "You better not disappear all the time like last year, though!"

"I won't!" Dipper shouted as he left the Shack. He trotted out into the woods, stopping in a silent clearing. Though it wouldn't be very quiet for long. He took Bill off of his hat and set him down on the grass. "Okay, Bill. We're gonna try some magic, okay?"

"Magic?" Bill echoed. "Ford said I shouldn't be using my magic too much." He offered.

Dipper frowned, "Wha-? No," he smiled slightly, "he said not to use it to hurt anyone. You can use your magic anytime you want." He sighed. He then sheepishly shrugged. " the only problem is," he started. He then chuckled nervously. "I don't know any magic."

Bill stared, deadpanned. he tapped his foot out of irritation, "Great teacher." he muttered sarcastically.

"Hey," Dipper scolded, "You're supposed to be good at magic. You're a being of pure energy, right?"

"P-pure energy?" Bill echoed. Dipper shook his head. He forgot that Bill had lost his memory for a moment. "Wait…." Bill huffed, "How the heck am I physical?"

"I-its…" Dipper stuttered slightly, "It's no big deal though or anything, okay? Just- I dunno, try to not to set anything on fire."

Bill looked around and closed his eye. Sticks and rocks started to float around him. He shut his eye tighter. The objects began to catch fire. "Woah," Dipper muttered. The objects fell down to the earth. "Oh, uh, sorry for breaking your concentration, Bill."

Bill blinked at Dipper. "Did I do something good?" he asked.

"Yeah. That was… amazing. How did you do that?"

"I- I don't know." They stood in the forest silently for a few minutes. The birds chirped, the flowers bloomed, and it was a beautiful day to be burning floating forest debris.

Dipper sat down, legs crossed Indian style, face up towards the warm blue sky. "You know, I always thought it was odd how the sun shined here. It's brighter, more lively.

Bill seemed to nod in agreement. "its… peaceful." He responded. They waited a few silent moments before Dipper stood up. He smiled slightly, "we should get some more practice in."