I'm BACK! Hey y'alls! So I actually started writing ahead and stuff so we might get regular updates for a while! Yay! I tried to put a few mysteries into the next couple of chapters and such but I tend to over complicate things a lot so I'm trying not to over do it and I am sorry if I make things too obvious. SO YAY! Happy days.
Unknown POV
He was nervous and inpatient. He dreaded the consequences if he was wrong. Bringing Bill back into one's life wasn't exactly everyone's hopes and dreams especially after what Bill had become. He had been focused lately on something. It had honestly taken all of his attention, but when he saw what had happened in the town he knew. It had started again. The last time there were dire consequences but nothing could be worse than the whole town dead. It was the sacrifice of one to save the many. The last time he wasn't strong enough, he had put the burden onto somebody else's shoulders. He ended up grabbing everything he would need: candles, matches, a knife, and finally he went to go grab the can of salt off of the shelf. He was resolute in his decision, he was going to summon a demon. This time it would be him who sacrificed for those he cared about. This time he would go as far as he was allowed to go, and then some.
Bipper's POV
When Dipper turned around his eyes went as wide as the boy's body would allow them to go. His heart pounded in his head and he froze in place. The monster sent a tentacle toward his face when he suddenly went limp apparently fainting, but just as quickly as he had gone down he popped back up only there was something different about the boy's large eyes, something sinister. The fainting had been the result of Bill metaphysically taking control with Dipper being in a compromising emotional state of being. He seemed to immediately take up a defensive stance from his crumpled limp position on the ground. He swiftly and without thinking grabbed the closest weapon to his surroundings that he could use, which happened to be the stolen hatchet still laying on the log, and dodging the tentacle by speedily jumping on to the nearest tree branch.
"Stay away from me." He hissed. He was crouched like a frog with both legs bowed out and his hands holding on slightly to the rough bark and weapon. His yellow eyes with large black slits shone through the inky blackness of the forest around them. Slender was taken aback by the sudden inhuman action from the seemingly ordinary human boy but soon afterward clarity washed over the horrific non-face of the monster. He now understood how a mere child had gotten the better of one of his. Everything had clicked into place: the yellow eyes, gravity falls, and the love for pain that the demon seemed to have always possessed even as a mortal. He understood what had happened all those years ago. He knew what had become of the boy Bill Cipher.
"And why would you want that my child?" Slender politely questioned as if a teacher questioning a pupil.
"This body is fragile. And I know how much you love to play with children." He snarled at the monster.
"Oh? But I've heard the same of you. Is it not so that you played a little game of your own with one of mine last night?" Slender, still keeping his calming tone, voiced. He picked up the arm and without looking carefully slid it into a hidden pocket.
"If I had known he was yours I would have cut him into smaller bits." Bill mumbled while Slender continued.
When Slender was satisfied that the appendage was securely in his possession he looked back up to Bill in his position in the tree and continued. "Could you not just leave your vessel as well?"
"Hey! This vessel was complicated to obtain and I've barely taken a test drive! I couldn't just abandon it!" Bill protested from his perch.
"You could come into the forest." he supplied. Slenderman honestly never understood the ones that ran away. With him the sickness would not progress. Sure, the Slender sickness was caused by his repeated appearance in a potential's life, but once the illness had come to the irreversible state Slender was the only thing keeping the affected person from going completely insane. By his side anyone affected by the sickness was just as sane (except for the heightened eagerness to kill and murderous tendencies, but those were completely normal) as they had been before the infection had taken root. Unfortunately those who wished to leave the mansion and ignore their new life were sent into a spiral of madness until they became so disillusioned with the world that they were no longer a part of it. They became beings of a new plane of existence. Through this they gained power but they were bound by fierce rules. They became demons.
"With you? And I thought I proposed the most preposterous arrangements." Again Bill mumbled.
"You really don't trust me?" Slender questioned.
Unknown POV
Can you even trust him? He questioned himself as he drew the lines in salt out on the asphalt of the ghost road. No one ever came this way this late at night and the white of the salt was a big contrast from the black asphalt. Of course he saw this as ironic because of nature of the demon's living arrangements being exactly how you got him away from the containment, black and white. And of course the only color in the damn ritual was the yellow glow from the specifically placed candles around the circle. The idiot was obsessed with yellow, always has been. He was always a nosy kid. He was a clever kid. He was a sweet kid. If it hadn't have been for that shitty tuxedo bastard none of this would have happened. Bill would have stayed a kid with too many problems and nowhere to go. He would have stayed the cute little twerp that had no one else to turn to except a pair of crazy supernatural hunters and a conspiracy nut. He wouldn't have had to go out like that.
Mabel's POV
Really? He just went out like that? She tiredly questioned to herself looking over to her clock. It hasn't even been an hour and he left the house already. This really has to stop and after the occurrences of the night before Mabel wasn't going to let her brother stay in the forest alone at night for too long. She yawned, stretching, and then put her feet on the cold splintery floor of the attic. She found her shoes and quietly and quickly put them on. Then, grabbed a flashlight and made sure that it wouldn't accidentally shrink or grow the forest around her at a moment's notice, as she sometimes accidentally ended up grabbing Dipper's crystal flashlight. Thankfully this was not one of those times so she was all set to leave the safety of the twin's attic bedroom after tiredly removing the sleep from her eyes. She snuck out the best that she could, but she ended up tumbling down the last few steps and her breath caught in her throat. Her hearing went into overdrive trying to listen to the empty silence of the house for any sign meaning that Stan had heard her. Too tired to understand exactly what was happening until it was too late. She had accidentally dropped the flashlight she was carrying while opening the wire door to the gift shop. She again froze in her place out the door to listen for the footsteps that would come and scold her but none came. Her heart was racing in her chest as she scurried into the tree line to find her lost brother, she sighed, again.
Bipper's POV
"Do we have to go through this, again?" Bipper questioned jumping down from his spot above to peer up at the cold emotionless face that towered above him. "After what you've done? Everything I did, I did because of you. You made me do those things, have those vile thoughts, be that cruel person. You made me turn into what I am."
"And you believe that to be a bad thing?" Slender inquired honestly not understanding the point of view of the demon turned child in front of him. "All of the others seem to enjoy and understand their new state of being. I gave them purpose. I gave them new life."
"All your little marionettes might love the tunes you play but I will not have any of it. I no longer play the role of the puppet. I am now the puppet master. I will not be a part of your rising army and I will not take a part in your war. I am not helping you in the slightest. You can eat shit for all I care. I don't owe you anything."
"I didn't really do much. Only amplified what had previously existed. Are you saying that the justification for the already growing urges with power-"
"I don't need your charity or your god damn explanations. Just keep your stupid pets away from ME, MY human body, and MY town kapichè?"Bill spat making sure to emphasize the personal pronouns. The demon turned on his heels and started to walk away. He only got a few feet before he felt the tentacle reaching out for him. He swiftly took the hatchet in one hand and brought it down toward the foreign black tentacle that had come closer to his face than he would be comfortable with. It cut though cleanly but Bill knew better than to think that this was over. After all, the Slenderman possessed the ability to regenerate its limbs and was just as much of an immortal as he was. He twirled the hatchet in his hand for effect. Ok, this might be fun.
So the next chapter is completely Mabel driven. Sorry if that disappoints, but I actually really like the next chapter. Any ideas on who unknown is? That won't be answered for a while anyway so think about it if you want. Also this is all fairly canon, honestly its surprising how close I got, as long as nothing after Sock Opera happened, plus I made up a lot of the past but it all COULD be true. I will not be changing anything about Bill's, or anyone's pasts for that matter, after I see the new episode today.