Being bound to human realm he could stand, being beaten, too. But getting THESE memories back? He didn't. Neither he could stand having dreams. Dreams he couldn't control at it.
Sighing at cup filled with dark, almost black, super sweet coffee Bill stood up giving up. Three days were enough. And he might have some luck and have no dreams. A night in mindscape would be nice.
Falling asleep as soon as he lied down Bill was instantly engulfed by dream…
How many times was he forced to see this day, over and over again unable to change a thing?
"…?" he heard muffled name. He knew girl was calling him. With sigh he turned around.
He was greeted by wide smile, dark brown hair and purple sweater with shooting star on front.
"…, what is it?" he asked not hearing her name. Her face was both familiar and not. Like he used to know her but haven't seen her in years.
"We're visiting our great-uncle… in G…...lls." More names and places he forgot. They were in a car, driving trough thick forest of pine trees. When they left the forest giant lumberjack attracted his attention, just like 'Welcome to Gravity Falls' billboard.
"D…
Bill instantly woke up. It wasn't a dream that woke him up. It was obnoxious ringing of his phone. Shooting Star had to change it from vibration to sound, again.
With groan demon picked the damn thing up. 2:30AM. Why would anyone call him at this hour? Obviously Shooting Star would.
"Bill!?"
"Dipper Pines, of course it is Bill." Bill tried to joke but somehow failed, even if just on his own end…
"Talking about Dipper, he's coming next week. I just read his mail. Ain't it great?" Mabel cheered, "I didn't wake you up?"
"It's not like I was sleeping anyway." Bill shrugged. "And I didn't like my dreams anyway." he added after Mabel hung up. One day he'll have to go trough this whole day, but not now. Now was time for some more disguising coffee.