Juniper sighed. They'd been walking for hours, and she was almost sure they were lost.
"Bill."
"We aren't lost. I promise."
"What are your promises supposed to mean to me?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know you, Bill. Your promises are worth nothing to me or to anyone, and I doubt that will change."
"Okay, fine. We're lost. That can mean one of two things. 1. This town is considerably larger than I thought. Or, 2. We're walking in circles."
The two sat down.
"Well, we seem pretty safe. Nobody has found us yet, have they?" Bill offered.
Juniper didn't respond. She no longer felt like listening to her brother's mindless banter. She stared off into space, organizing her thoughts.
Bill is annoying. We're going to need food. I am so stinking hungry right now. Why did I do this for him? I mean, sure, he's my brother, but other than that. Nothing? Alright. I suppose that's a good enough reason.
"For some reason, I don't think you'd notice if I wandered off right now." Bill said. There was no response. "C'mon! Sis! Notice me! Juniper? Juniper. Earth to Juniper. No? Okay. Bye!" He got up and started to walk away.
"Bill, come back."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I need you to look at this."
Bill turned and came back.
"I hate you."
They had been walking in circles. They must have been, because they were now both hidden in the thick shrubbery around the edge of the woods that just so happened to be the closest to The Mystery Shack.
"Aw, come on!" Bill said loudly before Juniper shushed him.
"Yeah...this will likely not end well if we go back into the woods. Magic is guiding us back here. And while magic is admirable for never giving up, magic is also annoying because it never gives up."
The two walked into the fading sunlight.
-GUYS, THE LINE IS A WORKAHOLIC.
As previously mentioned, Stanford Pines was not a people person. He had never been a people person, and very likely never would be a people person. It simply wasn't how Stanford worked. Many would have speculated that this was due to Stanford's oddities, both physical and mental, and in many ways they would be right. Having six fingers on each hand had certainly never helped his sociability.
Bill Cipher, on the other hand, was a people person. And that wasn't to say he liked people (He didn't) he simply liked interacting with people, because he thought they were stupid, and, far more importantly, amusing, because they thought that their universe was the only one. Some of them had caught onto the idea that there must be more universes out there, but then they would always assume that they were all pretty much like the one they lived in now. It was hilarious. Bill, too had oddities, but he would never have hidden them. Not in one million years. Because many people would have described him as an overly confident, sarcastic, and sadistic jerk.
Then there was Mabel Pines. She was different, and strange, and if someone managed to knock her down hard enough for it, it could take a while for her to get back up. She was also, however, confident, and friendly. She was smart, for a girl of her age, though certainly not as smart as her five-minutes-younger twin brother Dipper, who was smart for a fifteen-year-old, despite only being thirteen. Mabel was something of a mix between Stanford and Bill, with one of the biggest differences from Bill being that Mabel Pines, unquestionably, undoubtedly and undeniably, was of a good alignment.
Which is why when she opened the door in that particular Fourth of July, she did not hesitate to kick Bill Cipher in the shins.
-I'M...OUT OF LINE JOKES.
Bill fell over. On top of Juniper.
And then he rolled off of Juniper, because it is very hard to stay on top of someone when you have just been kicked in the shins by another someone, especially when the first someone is actively trying to push you off of them.
Juniper sat down tailor fashion next to Bill.
"Are you okay?"
"NOPE. I'm very dead. Shooting Star killed me." Bill raised one of his hands, and, despite the fact that he was lying face down on the ground, managed to point in the general direction of the door frame, although, there wasn't a Mabel. Presumably she had gone back inside.
"She's not there."
"Noooo, why did she have to leave, we were having such good times!?"
"Is it just me, or does Such Good Times seem grammatically incorrect?"
"Now you say that, I'm not actually sure. But it seemed the best thing to say twenty-seven seconds ago."
"Riiiiight. Stand."
Bill stood. . .and then fell over again. Juniper sighed.
"You're lucky you're so incredibly light."
(The two would later find out Bill was 5'6'' and weighed around eighty-seven pounds. But that's later, and I shall not tell you where or when this happens.)
Juniper picked him up and carried him piggyback to the edge of the woods, just in case they needed to flee for their lives later.
The door had swung closed in this amount of time, and it opened suddenly, revealing the pink nose and brown hair of Dipper Pines. He was, as he hadn't grown much over the summer, wearing his hat and dark blue vest, though one could see that it had been sewn together in some places, and patched with another peice of blue fabric on one of the shoulders. He spun around, and appeared to be talking to someone, likely Mabel, because literally anyone else would have been taller then him.
Then there was a scream of 'GRAPPLING HOOK!' And Bill Cipher was knocked unconscious.
So, yoy're probably wondering: how on earth did you write the third chapter in less than half an hour?
And the answer is...I didn't. I have already published a lot of this story on Quotev.
I'm so fun.
Also, people who reviewed, I have only one thing to say to you. THANK.