Hey y'alls. I'm Back. Sorry for not updating yesterday as I should have. The next chapter might be late as well just cause I have no clue what I am going to do. I only have one idea that I really wanted to include so I kind of have writers block. (well s***) Anyway so if y'alls have any ideas how I can incorporate a creepypasta or any ideas at all review or pm me! k?

Both of their ears perked up when a soft voice called for her brother to return home. "Dipping sauce! Where are you?" came Mabel's voice from the entrance of the forest. Bill's persona waivered in Dipper's body for an instant before Bill came back in full force. Bill seemed to look behind him and the murderous hatchet wielder followed the crazy possessed boy's gaze to the sun now shining through the trees in the sky. With all of the trees in the east and the late nature of their duel neither had recognized till that moment that a new day had started without them. Bipper snickered and yanked the freshly cut appendage from its socket. "Well, I win this round." Bill's sickeningly sweet voice said taking the arm as his prize, "and since you didn't agree to the terms and conditions I'm keeping this." Bill held up the old rusty hatchet that he had pulled out of the ground in the middle of their duel. "Now I'll give you some free advice, which I don't do often … don't attack my body again," Bipper said while getting off of the now one armed teen. He threw the other hatchet to bury itself into the trunk of a far off tree on the other side of the clearing. "Or you'll live to regret it for the rest of your eternal life." Bill flashed another of his million dollar demon smiles. Then as fast as inhumanly possible Bipper was as far away from the clearing as possible without meeting up with Dipper's sister Mabel, he stopped by a fallen tree and started talking to an entity floating not far behind.

"Unfortunately I had no choice." Bill spoke to softly to himself more than the spirit following his every move through the forest.

"You had no choice!" Dipper's consciousness yelled back. "Oh and I guess you had no choice but to rip his arm off and take it with you."

"He would have killed you! What would you have wished for me to do?"

"I thought you were gone. I thought you had finally left us. I thought…"

"You thought what? That I would leave to spend the rest of my immortal life all alone in the Dreamscape? Well you're not getting rid of me that easily. I have plans and I need you to be a part of them willingly or not. I will be planning but I will let you take control of your body for the moment. I need you and I need you alive. " With that Bill vacated Dipper's body to hand it over to its rightful host. Dipper didn't know what to say to that. It didn't sound like the normal Bill talk. He was normally sarcastic and cocky and now he almost sounded needy and honest. "There is definitely something up his sleeve." Before Dipper gave Bill a chance to change his mind he reclaimed his bloody and bruised body.

"Whatever you have planned I will stop you." Dipper ended up saying with a bit less menace and heroism than he had intended.

"And unfortunately for you I have learned from my mistakes… and I can't let you remember I am here." Bill's hands started on fire and he moved them around and around in circularly hypnotic fashion. Dipper's body went limp and his consciousness was subjugated under Bill's control. Unfortunately Bill couldn't completely control Dipper or he would have done that a lot sooner. He needed Dipper and his persona and his memories. The worst of it all was that he had lied when he had said he didn't need his cooperation. Bill had become lost in thought and concentration with erasing Dipper's memories when Mabel had walked up to the unconscious, ahem I mean, sleeping Dipper.

"Dipper? Dipper!..."

Ticci Toby's POV

"Dipping sauce!" Tobi stated.

"Wait. Wait. Hold up. You were beat up by barbeque sauce?" Jeff snickered.

"Hey guys. What did I…. HOLY SHIT! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARM?" Eyeless Jack screamed from the other side of the room.

"Yeah, Tobi. Why don't you have Jack … Ketchup?" Jeff said laughing hysterically.

"Jeff, that doesn't make since." Ej commented.

"Doesn't matter Tobi still got beat up by Musturd." Jeff giggled out.

"Mustard? Tobi? What is Jeff talking about?" Ej questioned as Sally, Ben, and Slender entered the room to join the conversation.

"Tobi?" all three yelled at different pitches right after each other.

"Tobi? Whats wrong with your arm?" Sally innocently questioned while poking it numerous time, which didn't bother Tobi cause there was no pain.

"He ran into some Mayonnaise that thought it would fight back." Jeff hollered over his growing laughter.

"Ok Jeff. Seriously. Cut it out." Tobi commanded monotonously. "and it's not my arm I'm worried about its my hatchet."

"Tobi, child, tell me who did this and I will retrieve it." Slender said.

"I've been trying to explain but someone," Tobi started but then starts evilly glaring at Jeff, "keeps adding condiments to the conversation. The only thing I heard was someone call for Dipping sauce before he ran off with my precious hatchet."

Jeff just started burst out laughing again. Everyone else was dead silently thinking Tobi mad.

Mabel's POV

Mabel was more than a little worried. Ever since the Bipper incident back at the theatre Dipper had been sneaking out in the middle of the night. She wasn't as deep of a sleeper as Dipper thought, plus he was kind of loud going down the stairs. Mabel had been able to convince herself that he just needed the time to think about the journal, the laptop, and the mysteries of town. He occupied most of his time to those things so it was a reasonable conclusion, but in the back of her mind she knew it could be something worse. He had always come back after a short time so she didn't worry too long but tonight was different. As she waited for him to return she actually fell back asleep. She woke up suddenly after realizing that she had fallen back into slumber to find that dipper had still not returned. She didn't hesitate before getting out of bed and rushing down the stairs, just quiet enough not to wake her grunkle sleeping in the room to the right at the bottom of the stairs. She quietly searched the house and porch but Dipper was nowhere to be seen. "Dipper?" she yelled into the woods. "Dipper?" No reply. She crept back upstairs to put on her shoes before rushing onto the small deer path through the large clustering of evergreens.

-Time skip 5 minutes-

Mabel hadn't really thought it through to which direction she was going. She followed the small path knowing that if it became light she would return to the shack and have Stan, Wendy, and Soos come help her. She also knew that it would help no one if she got lost in the woods while looking for her brother. She was looking to the sky and noticing the new days approach. "Dipping sauce!?" she tried again, "Where are you?" She didn't know what she was going to do if she couldn't find him. She kept going even though she had convinced herself earlier that she would turn back. But this is Dipper we are talking about she wasn't going to give up so quickly. She kept walking thinking of possible explanations for his disappearance. Now that she thought about it clearly she wondered if he had entered the woods at all. He could have taken a walk in town. He could be sitting on the other side of the house. She stopped for a second to think. She always did run into situations without thinking but normally her instincts were credible. She looked back to the small trail she traveled and decided that he must have gone into the woods. It was the thing Dipper would do. She was still pondering the possibilities in the back of her mind when she came up to a slumped over figure sitting on a fallen tree. It certainly looked a lot like… "Dipper?" She cautiously asked before rushed over to the sleeping boy. Once she got closer she saw the blood and immediately gasped. "Dipper!" She screamed shaking her twin to wake him from his slumber. When he didn't wake the tears slowly started rolling over her eyelids and on to her cheeks. "Who could have done this?" she whimpered.

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