Authors Note: Ehem, since the change of the recent last episode and stuff the story will change slightly since I want to try and keep it linear. However it might be difficult to do this with the fact that the real endings has the stan twins gone, and soos taking over the shack. So please bare with me for anything not lining up with the actual story since I wrote the previous chapters before the ending. Also sorry for not updating in awhile! Thank you!~
Mabel grumbled to herself in the darkness the next morning, or was it night? She wasn't exactly sure anymore, but she couldn't help but miss her family. It couldn't be true that they forgot about her, it wouldn't be right. Besides, after their first summer, she knew that Dipper would always be there for her.
Taking a step up into the air, Mabel floated around the small room. Her head was filled with multitudes of thoughts, how could she let herself fall into this mess? Even after the first time she fell for his tricks, she made the same mistake, only this time there was no escape. Why Bill Cipher even allowed her to be happy, and escape the first time was a mystery to her. The punishments and cruelty he treated Dipper with was far worse than what he ever did to her, and now she was worried that it might be the time she actually did get hurt.
"Shooting Star, where are you?" Bill's loud voice called out.
Mabel shivered for a second, and then hid under the bed. All she could think of was the terrible things that might happen if she were to follow him. Although part of her thought that it was just a bluff, but that didn't stop her from wanting to escape the area. Before she had a chance to escape, Bill phased through the bed looking straight at her. He hung upside down with an amused expression plastered on his face. Still hanging around in human form.
Bill Cipher grinned widely like a psychopath, and his eyes were wide open with contempt. It made Mabel feel uncomfortable, but she realized that she looked at people with the same expression many times. Yet she knew those times were different because she didn't trap anyone. Well maybe she did, just boys, sometimes.
"That is rather rude of you Shooting Star, thinking about other males!" Bill chuckled.
In seconds, Bill snapped his fingers and she was transported to the top of the bed. Mable hissed in discontent and crossed her arms. What was wrong with him? All she could focus on was his presence, everything else she hoped fizzled out quickly. He was probably invading her mind with his weird powers or something.
Mabel shouted, "Would you get out of my head for one second?"
Bill Cipher burst into laughter, "I didn't do anything yet! I guess I'm just too irresistible!"
"No, what do you want from me anyway?" She sighed.
He answered quickly, "I thought you'd like some company, all cooped up in here."
Mabel wasn't sure how to respond to that, she was grateful to have someone to talk to, but Bill was the last person on her list. She cursed her outgoing nature, she wished for once she could just ignore people. Taking a deep breath inwards, she gave into her innermost impulses.
"Thank you," Mabel whispered.
"I'm sorry, was that a thank you I heard?" Bill bellowed out in glee, "Why that is just so kind, I'm glad that you appreciate me the way I should be treated!"
She barked at him, "It's not you, I just can't stand not having anyone to talk to. I hate being alone."
He frowned darkly, "Now, now Shooting Star, I don't want to hear any complaining."
The old fashioned ways of Bill always confused Mabel, even though he tended to cheat and confide, he never did anything without agreement first. Even in the way he spoke, it made her wonder how old he really was. He could be an ancient demon of great proportions, and she wouldn't even know it. She desired so badly to understand his motives, but only out of curiosity.
"I didn't really tell you why I'm doing this, did I?" Bill Cipher stated, reading Mabel's mind. "Well it would be telling if I did explain everything, but I guess since you're not going anywhere I can tell you the whole story. Just like good ol' Sixer!"
Bill snapped his fingers and forced Mabel to sit straight against a monster chair, it grumbled and growled wildly. Then he walked into mid air, and as he stood a bright spotlight beamed down on him dramatically. It seemed as if this was going to be a long, boring speech, and Mabel dreaded what was to happen next. She still didn't have that much of an attention span.
"A long time ago when I got so very close to taking your world, I failed and was banished from your dimension. Oh it was a terrible tragedy, but I couldn't just stay away." Bill Cipher explained dramatically, "My dimension is boring, flat, it's confining! In this world there is so much room to breath, and to renovate, if you get what I mean. Once I take control, I will make a party that will never end. I will make a fun world, a world ruled by me, and a descent of weirdness."
Mabel scrambled to find her words, "Wait, so all you wanted was to party?"
He replied, "Well when you put it that way it sounds ridiculous, but yes that is correct."
"So all the things you've done, were not because you're infinitely evil and just like to see things suffer?" She attempted to clarify.
He answered promptly, "It's nothing personal sweetheart, you just don't understand what it's like to be stuck with nothing interesting for so many years. Sure I like to set things on fire, and watch chaos run free, but hey that's just me."
"I just wish you could have toned down the 'partying' a little bit!" She shouted in disbelief, "I love parties, I love fun, I love running around like a maniac, but that doesn't mean you have to kill people doing it!"
He scoffed at mabel, "I didn't kill anyone, I simply made a throne out of people! That is not killing anyone."
She argued, "What about all the other people down getting eaten by all the monsters, and being destroyed in by all the ruthless destruction?"
"Hey, that wasn't me! I simply just let it happen, it's amusing." He chuckled while shrugging his shoulders.
Mabel let out a loud sigh, "Bill, no!"
Bill griped, "Well then Shooting Star, how would you do it then?"
She grinned in excitement and squealed. "I'll show you!"
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Bill Cipher secretly regretted his sarcastic response, now he had to actually follow Mabel. She dragged him relentlessly by the arm, to a blank open space within the dreamscape. It was increasingly difficult for him to focus on where she was going, as he completely gave up now. In the giant empty space she halted, and Bill snapped his head up to gaze into the voids of darkness around them.
"Can you do something about this empty space?" Mabel asked.
Bill answered with a smile, "Indeed I can Shooting Star. What is it exactly you want to do?"
Although Bill asked, he already knew that she was probably going to make everything identical to the way he designed Mabel's bubble. It was a masterpiece in its works, but ultimately failed to entice them. He remembered that Mabel was a natural at creating and controlling the matter in that world, which was probably the only part that really interested him. She would make an excellent dream demon.
Mabel's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "I know exactly what to do about it. If only I had something real to work with, since I imagine you've done this already. I want a giant ring of blue fire, all along the ground!"
Bill complied, "That would be my pleasure!"
In one swift movement of Bill's hands, he lit a giant circle of flames that flickered off the ground. "Am I able to do stuff to? Since this is the dreamscape?" Mabel asked.
Bill nodded hesitantly, knowing that it would make it much more difficult for him to control her this way. However his own curiosity made him desire to see where this would lead. Mabel lifted both her hands into the air and made some blood red streamers, and floating eyeballs. Before he had a chance to step in, she engraved Bill's regular form into the ground. He awed at how nice the artwork depicted him, and felt rather dignified looking at it.
After a few moments, Mabel had already decorated the entire area. The chairs resembled that of human skin, how nice. There was even a wonderful grand piano laid off shining in the distance. Her craftsmanship wasn't as Bill expected it to be, it seems she did pay close attention to what he was like. This only confused him however, as there was no reason for her to engage in knowing him at all.
"How do you like it?" Mabel asked, awaiting his approval.
Bill resonated happily, "I am impressed Shooting Star, I didn't know you were so engaged with my personality. I adore how handsome I am in this floor carving."
"Don't look into it. I make it my business to know everyone! Even if those people are annoying, and evil." She claimed, giving him a harsh look.
"Alas Shooting Star, it would not help me at all, but I appreciate the effort." He added in discontent.
She laughed, "That's because you haven't partied yet!"
He retorted sarcastically, "Yes, I'll just have a party of two with no victims, or screaming."
"Come on! Cue the music!" She persisted, as she made the space resonate with loud techno music.
Covering his ears, Bill Cipher groaned, this music was evil. Before he had a chance to get away, Mabel grabbed his arm and began to swing him across the floor in a chaotic dance. With all of her body she was a maniac, and Bill couldn't figure out where he was supposed to be, there was no co-ordination. He liked it, it was madness. However the music was still infuriating, it was as if his body would explode if he had to listen to it any longer.
"Alright Shooting Star, I prefer to play by my rules." Bill Cipher chuckled.
With a flick of his fingers, Bill changed the music to a soft classical. He figured this would be a better compromise to his actual favorite, rising Shepard tone. That one wasn't very popular. Besides it was melodic in comparison to that horrible mechanically generated trash. He hated to admit it, but he was having fun. Mabel seemed lost at the pace of the music, she stood awkwardly like a deer. If only he could have her teeth too.
Then it finally clicked in Bill's head, this was his chance to manipulate her. He could already feel her heart beat resonating a confused mix of feelings, and by what she was thinking, she already thought of him as a person. How cute that she would see good in him, couldn't she tell he was stretching the truth?
Bill Cipher wrapped his arm around Mabel's waist and swung her around gently into a dance. He could feel her heart rapidly beating against her chest, and with each precise and gentlemanly move he made she got even more flustered. Humans are so strange. Her entire face blushed red, as he lead her into a dip, Bill left it there for a moment just to leave an impression. After a subtle pull upward, he let her go and grinned widely.
"You're such a graceful and beautiful girl Shooting Star." Bill Cipher claimed, attempting to seal the deal.
Flustered, Mabel stuttered, "I can't."
He persisted as he cooed to her, "Shooting Star, you know that it's rude to stutter. Come here."
Mabel stood in place frozen, leaving Bill the opportunity to sweep her off her feet. Lifting her into the air he charmingly smiled at her, he was certain that all he needed was her to believe in him as she does in her family. He was so close, he could taste it. Without warning she kissed him aggressively on the lips. He did not expect that.
In confusion, Bill froze, this was not what he wanted. However he didn't do anything to push Mabel away, he could feel an odd melting in his body. It made him feel sick. What was this disgusting feeling? In moments of realizing what she did, she pushed him away. Left in a daze he attempted to grasp onto what just happened. However it was obvious Mabel was upset.
"You smooth talker!" Mabel growled with embarrassment, "You're such a wretched thing! Don't do that to me! Do you have any idea what it took to get over all these stupid guys in my past, and you just toy with my emotions, because I fall in love easy! I fall in love hard."
Tears were welling up in Mabel's face, and Bill regretted not taking control of the situation when he could. Now he'd have to earn her trust all over again. Although there was more than just regret in him, that strange pain in him stirred relentlessly. All the commotion was making it difficult for him to focus, and he hated it. He was supposed to have the best focus of all, able to watch thousands of things at once without budging.
Not being able to come up with a good response, Bill blurted. "Stop!"
Mabel was confused as she cried, "What?"
"I can't focus, I just need a moment hold on." He stuttered in confusion.
She hissed, "You can't focus? That's the worst excuse I've ever heard!"
In the back of his head, Bill was kicking himself for faltering. He needed to fix this quick, or he'd never have a chance again. Even though he hated the disgusting grumbling in his body, he kissed her quickly to shut her up. Her crying was stopped, and he grasped tightly onto her arms for good measure. The stirring feelings intensified, and he cringed. Backing away he examined her to see what would happen.
"Why did you do that?" Mabel whispered in disbelief.
Bill consoled her, "You were upset."
She mumbled, "I shouldn't. This is so wrong. I feel sick."
The panic flooding through Mabel's body resonated with Bill, it felt so good. He couldn't help it, he loved the thought of her flustered and confused brain. Grinning, he patted her gently and consoled her. This was it, his ticket to getting everything he ever dreamed.
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