The-shipping-trash: *Bows* I'm very sorry for long update! My big sister took my laptop with her to college because hers wasn't working well and I didn't copy and paste the half done chapter to google docs, so I couldn't finish it.

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Bill groaned as he felt a ray of sunlight hit his face. Curling himself around the soft blankets he pulled the pillow to his head, not ready to greet the day just yet. Sadly the damage was done and he couldn't find it in himself to drift back to sleep knowing he was going to have to face the morning one way or another.

Kicking the blankets away, the young man stretched his limbs until he heard a satisfying pop.

He couldn't remember the last time he's had such a pleasant sleep, it truly felt like heaven... To be frank he couldn't remember his mattress being so nice either. Last time he checked, he bought a cheap mattress to save money. So why did it feel so nice...?

His eyelids snapped open as the memories of the day before flooded through him. Scrambling out of bed, he nearly crashed headfirst into the carpet floor. A wave of panic swelled inside of him seeing the unfamiliar surroundings.

The room looked like it belonged to a twelve-year-old girl; with the pink walls decorated with boy bands and silly motivational posters and the floor littered with stuffed animals, sweaters, and glitter. It was all a colorful mess. He was glad the only source of light was coming from the window, because he swore all the bright colors in the room would have blinded him the very moment he opened his eyes.

Wait, the window.

The human rushed to the bedroom window and looked out of it; disappointment filled him as he saw the room was located in the second floor. Great, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

A defeated sigh escaped his mouth as his head slumped forward into the cool glass of the window. What was he going to do? He didn't want to stay here. He wanted to go back to his apartment and contact his brother and family to check if they were fine.

Bill lifted his head and stared at his reflection, blue eyes meeting his own in a stalemate that only lasted a few seconds. His eyes slowly traveled down to his neck, noticing something particular around it. It was a collar.

Oh hell no!

Bill gripped the collar and tried to pull it off, yet when he did, a small jolt went through his body forcing him to halt. It didn't hurt, it was more of a small tickle. He tried again more carefully this time, he bit down on his tongue to keep himself from laughing as another jolt more stronger than the last went through him. After a few unsuccessful attempts Bill gave up and leaned his back to the wall and slid down with an angry huff.

It was bad enough he was force to be her toy, but now she's expecting him to wear a stupid collar! This was seriously the last straw!

Just then, the bedroom door creaked open; making the blonde jump up to his feet.

"...Mabel?" No answer.

Bill slowly stalk towards the door and peeked his head outside, the door led to a long hallway. For a moment he debated whether or not he should stay in the room, the hallway looked endless like he could get lost in it. Maybe he should stay in the safety of the bedroom. But one look at the stuffed animals that seemed to be staring back into his soul told him he'd rather take his chances with the hallway.

He silently strode down the hallway and made his way down the stairs until he was in the middle of the living room in the first floor.

A sudden humming filled the entire living room, coming from the nearest room from this one. Cursing his curiosity, he followed it.

The young man froze by the kitchen doorway, discovering who was humming. The very same dream demon he had made a deal with was sitting at the kitchen table with food scattered across it. Though, Mabel appeared to be more focused on a journal laying before her to acknowledge his presence

Bill swiftly turned around, ready to walk out of the house but stopped and turned back when he heard her cheery voice call out to him.

"Ah, Corn Chip! Finally decided to wake up, I see? How was your sleep?" Mabel asked not even bothering to lift her head up to greet him.

Her casual greeting was all it took to cause something to snap inside of him. How dare she speak to him like their friends. "Cut the crap Mabel and tell me what happened to me?!" He demanded, flatly ignoring her question.

She finally took her eye off her journal and stared at him. "Hmm, not even a good morning? I guess we can work on your manners later since you're probably trying to comprehend the situation you're in." The demoness cleared her throat and began. "Let's see... you've made a deal with me to be my toy for all eternity in exchanged to save your brother. Then we played a game, which I won of course. And lastly, you collapsed from exhaustion after our game was over." Mabel looked down and pouted. "And right before I was going to give you a tour of your new home. Anyways you slept for five days an-"

"Whoa, wait, hold on, five days?! What are you talking about? I was only asleep for a few hours. There's no way I could have slept that long!" The blonde screamed, looking frantically around for a calendar, but found none.

"Yeah well, I thought that was normal for an insomniac like you, that's why I didn't pay it much attention." Mabel shrugged. "Anyhow, I took care of you, because I didn't want you accidentally dying on me during your beauty sleep. But now I'm behind in all my deals!" She waved her journal around furiously and Bill was able to catch a glimpse of a list of names written in it.

He ignored it, knowing full well he couldn't save the fools that decided to make a deal with her and instead focused on the first thing she said.

She took care of me?

He looked down at himself, barely realizing the new clothes he had on. Then a sudden thought entered his mind, if he was out for five days then she could have done anything to him, even have her way with him. He screamed internally, not noticing Mabel wincing as he did. He felt so violated! "What. did. you. do. to. me?" He asked in a low threatening voice.

She rolled her eye, and stared at him with a bored expression. "Yesh, kid, get your head out of the gutters. No, I didn't do anything remotely close of what you're thinking. I just feed you, cleaned you up a bit, and helped ease your nightmares so I wouldn't have to hear you screaming like a banshee in the middle of the night." Her voice sounded sincere and her face showed no signs that she was lying. It caught Bill off guard for a moment before his anger began to rise again

"What? Are you expecting a thank you?!" He growled.

A hum emitted from Mabel's throat as she put her journal down and reached over the table of foods for a blender that said, 'Mabel Juice'. "Nah, but one would be appreciated though." She poured the unknown liquid into a cup before taking a sip.

"Okay then, thank you for keeping me alive for this long and getting rid of my nightmares, oh wait you're still here! Never Mind! Here's another one, thank you for chasing me around the woods like an animal and before I forget!" He pulled the collar around his neck. "Thank you for putting this on me and making me your toy!" He made sure every word he spit out was laced with nothing but sarcasm to get his point across.

Mabel paused and looked over to him, for a moment he thought she was going to fight back, but instead she started to laugh, seeming amused by his outburst. "Ohhh~ you're just too much Corn Chip!" She placed a hand over where he believed was her non existent heart and clutched it. "I seriously don't understand why those girls let go of such a prize." She ended her last giggle and went back to her drink.

The human stomped his feet and glared at the demon, trying to burn a hole through her forehead.

"You know, you should be a little more grateful. Last time I checked on you - you haven't been taking care of yourself since Pine Tree went into that coma. This is the first time in those two months you look presentable. Even the bags under your eyes look lighter."

Bill grumbled and turned away. As if he would properly thank the demon for all of the mess she's done to him and his family.

"This was a mistake." Bill found himself saying.

Mabel paused again and tilted her head in a disturbing angle. "You mean our deal? Tell me Corn Chip, would you have waited for your brother to wake up from that coma? Because let me tell you kid, if it wasn't for me you're brother would have been in that coma for fourteen years."

His eyes widened as he looked back at the demon to examine if she was lying. He was shocked to say the least to see her face showing nothing but seriousness, even the usual mischievous glint in her eye was gone. "Are you seriously telling me my brother was going to stay like that for fourteen years!?"

The demon simply nodded. "Would you have waited?"

"...Yes" One of her eyebrow rose while her narrowed eye inspected him.

"What about your parents? I heard keeping someone alive in hospitals can get pretty expensive. Would your parents be able to afford all the costs or would they have pulled the plug?"

"T-They would have waited just like me." He barked back. Would they? Of course they would! They loved him and his brother very much, yeah they weren't heavy on money, but he would help them. He would have quitted his easy job at Gravity Falls and return back to California to take care of his family. How dare she make him question that!

"You don't seem so sure about that yourself. Either way that's some twin loyalty you got there. You see I can see several outcomes of the future, one of the perks of being a powerful dream demon. In some futures I can see you denying my deal and instead waiting for him to wake up. You and his little girlfriend wait, even after all of your friends and family have given up, and it slowly kills you both. Yes, your brother wakes up but he's never the same and so are the two of you. The other outcome is that your family pulls the plug because they can no longer afford the medical costs, not even Llama's parents are willing to help, and well the rest... I'll allow you to guess what happens next. Let's just say, it doesn't look good for you and your family." She said, almost sounding like she was pitying him.

Mabel stood up, vanishing and reappearing next to him. "Giving yourself away to save your brother was the smartest thing you could have done or... maybe the stupidest." Mabel whispered in his ear making him shudder.

Before he could turn around to face the dream demon she vanished and was back at her seat. "I'll say the smartest because now you belong to me!" She grinned flashing her canines.

Bill remained quiet; still trying to register everything she had just said. She's lying! A voice screamed back, but as he stared at Mabel more and more the voice shrunk smaller until it was a whisper and then nothing. Having nothing to stable his mind, his thoughts went wild. Could I have really lost it if it wasn't for her help? Would his parent really have really pull the plug on his brother? What about Dipper? Would he have lost his brother forever?

It was Mabel's clapping that snapped him back to reality.

"Okay enough of all the negativity! There's no need of thinking of 'what ifs.' The future is in the past, I always say. Let's just try to enjoy a peaceful breakfast, summoned by yours truly. I think the last time I fed you was yesterday, so you're probably hungry. Now eat," She commanded, gesturing the food on the table.

"...I'm not hungry." He lied.

As if on cue, his stomach growled. Bill cursed and forced himself to walk to the table; sitting on the chair across from her.

He inspected the food carefully, it didn't look strange and even smelled good and freshly made. Which meant that she expected him to wake up today.

Picking up a fork he stabbed his eggs and bit into them cautiously, after a few bites he deemed it safe to consume.

They sat in silence, Mabel going back to her journal, muttering things from time to time about how humans ask for the most stupidest of things, though at times when he would look up to have a drink he would catch her watching him curiously. He also noticed she hadn't even bothered to eat anything on her plate and preferred her drink over the food. Bill tried to let the silence not bother him, so he distracted himself by thrumming his fingers on the table - occasionally taking bites of his breakfast, but the silence was driving him mad and Mabel looking at him wasn't making it any better.

"...Why am I even here?" He finally blurted out, already having enough of the situation.

Mabel closed her journal and put it aside as she tilted her head and looked at him questionably. "Why? That's a silly question, because you belong to me." She replied as if it was the simplest question in the world.

"But what is your plan? Keep me here until my family figures out I've disappeared or something?"

"Nah." She threw him a lazy grin.

"So what? You're just going to let me walk around freely?"

"Uh-huh. Because I know you're smart enough not tell anyone of my existence."

"You sure abou-?" she cut him off.

"And if you do decide to open your mouth. I'll just have to erase the existence of that person. You wouldn't want to put anyone in danger, would you? Of course not! So no trying to communicate with your family. Cause if you do, THERE. WILL. BE. CONSEQUENCES." Her voice adopted a demonic tone as she waved her finger at him in a scolding manner. "And believe me, I'll know if you try to contact Pine Tree or you're Grunkles. So please try to behave." The demon gave him a sickly sweet smile.

"Other than that you're free to walk around town or here at your new home. There's a few rules we need to establish, but I'll discuss those later after you've properly settled in." She waved her hand absently.

Bill ran his hand through his hair and sighed, he really was screwed wasn't he? "Can you at least remove this stupid collar. I don't want to walk in public and have to explain to people why I have it on."

She gave him an offended look. "Why? I'd say it'd make for a good story to tell. How you fearlessly sold yourself away to rescue your dear old brother and now belong to a powerful and beautiful dream demon. I wouldn't be ashamed to admit it. Of course saying that will get the person killed, so it's not really recommended. Even so I still put in the effort to customize it just for you; it's even yellow - your favorite color." Mabel said, pointing at it.

"Because it's embarrassing! People are going to think wrong!" Bill yelled, his cheeks flaring up in embarrassment.

"Fine. I'll take pity on you just this once." With the flick of her wrist, blue flames engulfed his neck. He got up in panic; his hands immediately going to his neck to put out the fire before realizing the fire wasn't burning him. The fire then traveled down his right arm to his finger, eventually diminishing into a simple golden ring with her shooting star and zodiac wheel symbols tightly engraved around it.

"A ring? Really? Why don't you just give me a tattoo on my forehead saying 'property of psychotic demon'." The human fumed, trying to take the ring off but just like the collar, it was impossible. "And why is it in my ring finger!"

Having had enough of his attitude, Mabel rose from her seat again; towering over him in a threatening manner. "I don't think you appreciate the situation you're in! That disrespectful attitude of yours is going to have to stop right now mister, because I'm getting sick of it! Don't test my patience, I could lock you away in the mindscape if I really wanted to! I know for a fact my demon buddies wouldn't mind having a new roommate living with them. I helped your brother out, I've taken care of you, heck! I'm even allowing you to continue your pathetic fleshbag life here that I could easily take away in a heartbeat!" The demon hissed, baring her teeth dangerously close to his face. "DO NOT FORGET."

It was Bill's shaking form that broke Mabel out of her angry haze. She barely noticed the lack of warmth in the room until she could see his breath from the cold. When had she caused the temperature to drop? She quickly reverse the effect on the temperature turning it back to normal.

Looking back at her toy, she flinched when she met the look of terror on his face. For reasons she could not quite understand, Mabel suddenly felt ashamed of her action.

The demon sighed and grabbed her journal. "I have to go now. When you do leave, please try to stay on the dirt road. I was not kidding about me not being the only thing dangerous in these woods." Mabel reached her hand out and Bill recoiled when it came in contact with his hair; she did nothing but pat his head before backing away. "I'll see you later." Giving him an apologetic glance that he didn't see because he refused to look at her, she turned away and disappeared.

When he was sure he couldn't feel her presence anymore Bill breathed a sigh of relief, glad the dream demon was not here to torment him any further. He's clearly forgotten he was at the mercy of Mabel and how easily she could crush him.

He turned to his half eaten breakfast and frowned seeing that his eggs and the rest of his food were now cold, pushing them aside he got up.

All this stress was getting to him, and he desperately needed a drink to combat it.

He headed back to the living room and found a door leading outside of the house. Reluctantly, he followed Mabel's instructions and took the dirt path out of the woods, mostly because he didn't want to get lost. In less than an hour he made it into town and to his destination, 'The Rabid Mongoose'. The bar he worked at as a bartender. Bill wasted no time opening the door, and stepping inside, fully intending on getting some alcohol in his system to help with his stress. He was in no way an alcoholic but once in awhile he would allow himself to enjoy a beer or two. God knew he was in desperate need of one for all the things that happened to him.

"Excuse me, but we're currently closed. Please return back tonight." A familiar rough voice said from behind the counter.

"It's me, boss." Immediately a bald, big-boned man with piercing black eyes that looked to be in his late thirties peeked out from the counter.

The man grinned and walked over to him. "Well I'll be damned, Bill my boy. How are ya? I haven't heard from you in days. I was really beginning to worry, I thought I might have to put up hiring signs if you didn't show up next week." The man gave a hearty laugh before pounding his hand on Bill's back, nearly knocking him to the floor..

Bill forced a smile and chuckled. "I've been doing fine boss, I've just had to deal with a bit of trouble is all." He answered.

His boss eyed him suspiciously. "Don't tell me you've gotten yourself tangled up with Rodney and his gang of sharks? I told you before to stay away from them, they're nothing but trouble. Especially that slippery eel Rodney."

He shook his head. "I can guarantee you that it has nothing to do with them." Bill responded, easing his bosses worries. It worked for a moment before he gave him another serious look. "So what is it son? You can tell your Uncle Jake, right?" He wasn't related to the Pines family per se, but ever since Bill started working here he felt like his boss treated him more as a nephew than an employee, much like how his Grunkle Stan treated him. He joked about it once and his boss seemed to have stuck with it. Which is why it pained him to say the next few words.

"It's... nothing you need to concern yourself, really, it's fine I've already got it under control." He forced yet another smile, but this time it didn't fool his boss twice like he had hoped.

"Bill, stop lying to me." Jake crossed his arms and stared him down.

His smile dropped a bit. He couldn't risk telling his boss anything about his deal in fear that Mabel would figure out and go hunting for him. "Boss, you trust me, right?"

"Like my own nephew." His boss responded proudly.

"Then you'll trust that I can't tell you anything of what I'm dealing with right now. I can only tell you that I'll be alright." The two of them had a short stare down with one another until his boss raised his hands in surrender.

"Fine then, I'll take your word for it and believe you. But I'll always be here if you need to talk, kid." For the first time that day Bill truly smiled, he still felt utterly alone but he was glad he at least had someone to count on. "Also one last thing, does this trouble your having involve your twin brother?"

His mouth flew open. "Yes, I mean no, sort of...maybe. He's woken up from his coma if that's what you're implying."

"What? You made a deal with the devil or something?" You have no idea. "Either way, you must be very happy. You've always talked very highly of him. Is he coming to visit Gravity Falls? I'd like to have a drink with him sometime, you know - get to know my other nephew." His boss joked.

Bill shook his head again. "I don't know, I haven't gotten in contact with him yet and he's not very much of an alcohol drinker. But he will beat you in a Pitt Cola drinking contest." His boss laughed again and patted Bill's back, this time actually knocking him to the floor.

"So are you coming tonight?" He asked.

"Probably not, I guess you can say I'm moving out of my old apartment, so I got a ton of packing to do. I just came in here for a drink." Bill answered, getting up and massaging his back.

"Well it's good to see that you've finally returned back to your usual self. I'll be locking up now, use the back door when you leave and don't go too overboard on the drinks or its coming out of your paycheck, you hear?"

"Got it boss!" When he heard the doors finally lock he walked behind the counter and picked up a glass cup, filling it with beer. He flung his head back and drained the contents of the glass in a matter of seconds.

Gosh was he so in need of that.

Refilling the cup again he drank some more.

Bill ignored the voices in his head that told him to stop and continued to drink. By the end of it he lost track of how many cups he drank and was already passed the point of sober.

The human didn't know how long he was there, probably hours, or when he decided to lay his head on the counter. But as he did though, a pair of arms wrapped around his torso from behind in a warm embrace.

He wanted to turn around and face the person behind him - he really did, but he couldn't muster up the strength to do it. Bill was just so tired - tired of everything honestly. Instead he focused on the warmth they were emitting, it felt rather nice and used it to lull him to sleep. He'd still be here when he wakes up, so there was no need to worry, right?

The scent of daisies was the last thing he could faintly remember before he blacked out.

Meanwhile the figure that was embracing the now sleeping human sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" The figure asked, hugging him tightly as if it was afraid they might lose him.