"You need a new name. We both do."
Dikire and Olyxian sat on a space rock that orbited around their burning planet.
"Pyronica."
"Like fire?"
"Bright pink."
Dikire, that is to say, Pyronica, turned to face Olyxian.
"That's why you wanted your sister dead last night, isn't it? She's just as powerful as you are now."
Olyxian nodded.
"Alright. I've got my name. What's yours, Mystery Man?"
"I'm not sure. I don't want it to be something from here. Everything from here should die."
"We're from here, you know."
"Axolotl and Takinos, Pyronica, that's not what I ment."
"I'd certainly hope not."
"No, really?"
"It won't all be fun and games, you know. At least not for you. You have to attend Council meetings."
"Says who?"
"The Council. You can't defy the Council."
"I think my previous question still stands. Says who?"
"You aren't suggesting denying the Council...are you?"
"I am."
Pyronica pushed him off the space rock.
"You can't!"
He pulled himself back onto it.
"Hear me out. We form our own council. We'll be the opposite of the Council. We operate in secret until we can't anymore. We go around recruitng all of the worst beings in the multiverse. Then, when the time finally comes, we'll destroy every last Council member. Sound good?"
Pyronica giggled.
"Great."
"Good."
"I'll call you Cipher."
"Cipher?"
"Yeah."
"I like it. Come on, Pyronica. We've got work to do."
-OH MY GOSH! LINE! THIS IS THE END! GOODBYE! I'LL MISS YOU!
Bill was sick for another week and six days. During this time, several things happened.
One of them was that Ford learned the whole truth. He released Juniper, and she had begun to look slightly better. Bill had been punished, but he was kept upstairs and relatively free, because he had, indeed, changed at least a little.
The second thing was that the entire town learned of Bill's existence. Apperently Wendy had told her friends, who told their parents, who then told their friends. Many, many people had come to their door with death threats, but together, the Pines family talked them all out of brutally murdering Bill.
The third thing is that Dipper stopped completely hating Bill. Mabel, fed up with their fighting, had locked the two of them in Ford/Bill's room until they talked to one another. So they talked. They told each other their feelings, their hopes, their dreams. When Mabel finally let them out, they were no longer enemies. They weren't friends, not by a long shot, but Dipper could stand to sit next to Bill at the table.
The fourth thing is, of course, one of the most important.
The preparations for Dipper and Mabel's fourteenth birthday were made.
So there they were, last day of summer, sitting on the stoop of the Mystery Shack, and eating cake. Bill, who had declared himself 'fine' a few days before, sat next to them, also eating cake. Bill had decided he liked cake. At least, he liked the red velvet cake he had squished into a messy, frosting covered glob.
Ford stood over to the side and assaulted anyone who came near him with "interesting" facts about birthday parties, piñatas, and red velvet until Stan told him that nobody cared about his nerd facts.
Like all good things have to, however, it came to an end.
Dipper and Mabel-well, just Mabe, really, made both Stan and Ford promise not to kill Bill and Juniper.
So they said their goodbyes and left town.
Until next summer.
Well, there it is. The very end of everything. Well, not everything, just this story. Unless I decide to write a sequel. Do you want a sequel? If you don't, well...
Goodbye!
Farewell!
Toodles!
I'll miss you!
-LoyalTheorist