Hey guys, long time no see! So sorry I haven't been able to upload these past few days, the internet's still been down in my dorm so it's been super frustrating! It's back on at the moment, but who knows how long that's going to last. Anyways, I figured I might as well upload while I still can! And then when I go home I'll be able to upload on my regular schedule again, because I'll have a more stable connection. Also, since it's been a few days I'll be uploading two, count em, TWO chapter tonight. Woo hoo!

So, things are getting more interesting, am I right? Poor Dipper just keeps getting ganged up on! Looks like he might get into a bit of trouble, too...guess you'll have to stay tuned to find out! I hope you guys have been enjoying it so far, and I'd really appreciate it if you could take a few minutes to leave a review and let me know what you think! Thanks so much! Without further or do, here is Chapter 8 of "Remember Me"!

Chapter 8: Mistakes Were Made

"Well, I'll leave you two kids be," Stan smiled as he waved us off, walking passed us and into the living room, "If you need me, I'll be watching TV." I so desperately wanted to stop him, to grab his arm and tell him what was actually going on, but I knew there was no way that was going to happen with Bill right beside me. If I wanted to inform someone I'd have to wait until I was alone to do it, and who knew when that was going to be. "Not gonna happen Pine Tree," The sound of Bill's voice murmuring lowly into my ear suddenly snapped me out of my thoughts. Shit. I was going to have to get used to this whole "mind reading" thing. He chuckled and began leading me away from the living room and back up the stairs to the attic. There was really no use fighting him, as much as I wanted to. If anything I could cause a scene, but what good would that do, really? I was stuck with him no matter what, so making my family dislike him would only end up causing more problems for me. So I simply sighed and crossed my arms, allowing him to lead me back to my room. Well, I guess it was our room now. I shuddered at that thought. "I really don't get you," He laughed as he shut the door behind us, finally removing his arm from around me and letting me move freely, "Are you actually gonna try and say you don't want to share a room with me?" I immediately whirled back around to face him, my fists clenched tightly as I shot him a heated glare, "Of course I don't!"

"Oh really?" His eyes grew darker as he smirked more, his voice sensual, "I think your dreams would tell me otherwise." I immediately reeled back, my face heating up almost instantly as I clenched my fists tighter, a feeling of extreme embarrassment coming over me. "Sh-shut up…" Was all I could manage to say before I turned around and walked over to my bed, sitting down on the edge and trying to preoccupy my mind with anything but him. And much to my surprise, he didn't push the subject like I expected him to. He simply walked over and sat crisscross on the floor in the same place I'd first found him, his back pressed against my end table. He took up the same meditative stance from before, flashing me one more quick grin before closing his eyes and letting the room fall into complete silence. I simply stared at him for a few moments, wondering if he was just messing with me and waiting for me to drop my guard before striking. However, after ten minutes of just sitting there, watching his chest slowly heave back and forth with his breathing, I finally decided that it was okay to relax. I had to admit, it was an interesting thing to see someone as unpredictable as Bill do something as calm as meditation, but if it gave me some peace and quiet for a little bit then I really wasn't one to complain.

I slowly got up and made my way over to my desk, deciding that I would work on my journals for a bit. After Bill destroyed the ones that Ford had made, I spent almost a year trying to recreate them from memory as best I could. To be honest, it wasn't really that hard. Back in those days I always had journal number three on me, and I'd read it enough times that I probably could've recited every single page in my sleep. The other two were a bit more difficult, as I hadn't had nearly as much time to study them. But I did get to read them a few times before they were destroyed, and Ford was pretty impressed when I'd showed him, so I must have done a good job remaking them. After those three were finished I simply kept going, adding more and more books of my own research onto the original trilogy. By this point I had four of my own completed, so there were seven in total, plus I was currently working on number eight. So I sat down, turned on my desk lamp, picked up my pen and got to work.

Things always stagnated when I was home, for obvious reasons, but now that I was back in Gravity Falls again I felt all of my excitement and determination come flooding back. I quickly glanced over my shoulder, my eyes meeting with the calm face of Bill as he continued to sit there, motionless and silent aside from his breathing. A new idea suddenly came to me, and I quickly turned back to my book, immediately putting pen to paper and writing down my thoughts. Chronicling my time with Bill seemed like it would make a pretty good addition to my research; that was probably the one good thing that would come out of this mess. If anything, at least it might help to keep my sanity intact. So I worked for several hours, filling page after page with more notes, research, and conjecture about this whole Bill situation. I was so focused, in fact, that I didn't even realize how much time was passing by, my eyelids progressively beginning to feel heavier and heavier the more I wrote. Next thing I knew I was drifting off, my pen falling out of my hand several times as I tried in vain to stay awake.

"Pine Tree," I awoke with a start and gasped loudly, my senses all flooding back to me as I bolted up in my chair. "Whoa kid, calm down!" I jumped at the voice that came from beside me, my eyes darting over to see Bill standing there. He had one hand on my desk, leaning his weight onto it as he looked down at me with concern in his eyes. Wait…concern? He reached out his hand and put it lightly on my shoulder, causing me to jump a little; part of me was very apprehensive, but as I looked up at him I couldn't help but be surprised. He actually, genuinely looked worried for me, something I definitely didn't expect from him. That's when I noticed something else interesting: I had a blanket over my shoulders. I glanced at it, gripping the soft fabric in one of my hands before looking back to him in confusion, "Did you…?" He paused for a moment, simply staring back at me with a look I couldn't quite read. Then he turned his attention to desk, motioning towards the several open journals that were sprawled out on top of it, "Still working on these things, huh?" I looked back to the pages and nodded, "Yeah…someone destroyed the originals, so I had to remake them. But you already knew that." I said with a tinge of annoyance, only managing to earn a laugh from him, "You're obsessed with these stupid things." He reached for the newest one I was working on, picking it up and studying it regardless of my attempts to stop him. "What's even the point? You know I could just destroy them all again, right?" I immediately jumped up, nearly knocking my chair over as I snatched the book from him and clutched it to my chest protectively, "No, I've worked really hard on these!" I gave him a look of desperation, and he quickly put up his hands in defense, "Yeesh kid, relax, I was only joking! Besides, it's not like they're a threat to me anymore, so I wouldn't really gain anything by destroying them this time." I subconsciously let out a sigh of relief, setting the journal back down and closing the rest of them, as well.

I glanced over at the window, surprised to see that the sun was now beginning to set. "Geeze, how long was I out for…?" I murmured to myself, looking over at the clock to see that it was now 7:45 pm. "Well you were writing for about three hours, so I'd say you were asleep for around four and a half." I raised an eyebrow and looked at him curiously, "Were you…watching me that whole time?" He shrugged and walked past me, starting to make his way to the other side of the room, "Well I was meditating for the most of it, but even then I can still see what's going on around me."

A familiar voice coming from downstairs caught my attention, and much to my dismay, Bill's. Our eyes met, a shit-eating grin slowly spreading across his face that told me exactly what he was thinking. "Bill, please," I desperately tried to stop him, knowing exactly what he was about to do. It was one thing to embarrass me in front of my family, but now he wanted to up the stakes…by embarrassing me in front of Wendy. "Bill no, please stop!" I tried everything I could to deter him as he made his way over to the door, even going as far as to outright beg him not to do it, but he just wasn't budging. "Stop!" His hand grasped the door handle, my mind completely overtaken by panic and causing me to do something stupid. Extremely stupid. "I…I command you to stop!" He froze in place, and it was at that very moment that I knew I was fucked. The room grew absolutely silent, to the point that it was deafening. My nerves fired up, every hair standing on end as I held my breath and simply waited for the inevitable. After several moments of nothing, he slowly began to turn his head to look at me over his shoulder; his eyes spelled complete destruction.