The house was exactly the same as how they had left it. The lights were all on despite the fact that the sunny was still visible over the tops of the mountains that surrounded them. Dipper walked in and was about to dump his bags of the floor when Bill pipped up annoyingly. He told him to take his things up to his room because he didn't want his stuff hanging around the house.

Dipper only nodded. He had come crashing down from the high of seeing his family. He went to climb up to his room when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to face the demon who was smiling at him like he was about to slit his throat. That wasn't that farfetched in Dipper's opinion, he trusted Bill even less than he trusted a rabid dog. He bent his head sub-curiously, in a weak attempt to protect his neck.

"I'll let you keep that book in your room but I have some rules if you want to keep it in your room."

"Okay… What?" Dipper mumbled, clutching the straps of his bag which held his blue and silver journal. He wondered how would Ford reason? What would Mabel scream? Or how Grunkle Stan would try to punch his way out. He was sure they wouldn't let Bill boss them around even if they had no chose. They would fight, talk back to the demon with crude remarks that would cut deep to any human. Dipper wanted to be that strong, that independent; that powerful. He wished he was like them, but he wasn't. He wasn't any weaker but he wasn't very good with comebacks. What else could he have said to the man that could split his atoms apart with a click of his fingers?

"First of all if you write anything in there I want to know about it which means I want to read it every week," Bill frowned at Dipper's reaction. The boy had clutched violently at the bag as if he thought it would be taken from him. "This means if there is any writing in it that I don't like you can say goodbye to that stupid thing. Secondly, don't think you can just hind away in your room all day writing in it. You live with me now so you might as well get used to it. If you don't… well I don't see why you can't sleep in the living room, I mean I don't have to sleep so don't count on having any privacy."

"Okay," Dipper turned back and ran up the stairs hating himself the whole way. He didn't really have anything to say. They were basic rules and although the first one scared him a little the second one could have gone without saying. He didn't expect to have a lot of privacy here. Bill, being who he was, wasn't big on privacy or personal space for that matter.

Dipper reached the landing and let out a shaky sigh. He would have to get used to all this if he was going to live here for the rest of his life. The thought made him shiver again. Dipper closed the door to the bedroom that was given to him and fall against it. He pulled off his bag and grabbed his journal, flipped to a new paper and stared writing.

Bill Cipher:

Bill Cipher has returned and has re-entered the stone body that had been lost and forgotten in the forest of Gravity Fall. He has changed his form from looking like a triangle to take a somewhat human shape but he still retains all his power and intelligence that is beyond our dimension. It is unknown why he has taken the shape of a human when he constantly makes it known that he wants to destroy our dimension.

I only have one theory that could explain why this could be:

Theory: Bill Cipher may have chosen that shape because he wants me to be at ease around him.

Statue: unlikely as everything else he does makes me uneasy.

He looks really… human… I mean if you didn't know that he is Bill Cipher you wouldn't realise it's him. That's scary; he could trick people into trusting him simply because they would have no idea it's him. I'm afraid he might hurt someone or hurt me. He said that he wouldn't hurt my family, which I don't know if I can trust, I mean he did break the laptop when he said he was going to give me the password, but he never said he wouldn't hurt me…I don't want to get hurt.

Dipper sketched a human shaped Bill in the corner of the book as he thought about what to say next. All of Bill's angles seemed to be very pointed as if he still wanted to look triangular and the sight of two eyes was unnerving despite the fact that he knew that it was just an illusions. He really didn't want to get hurt but he didn't know whether he should put that in the book. Bill did say he was going to look through it and he might use this weakness against him. He did not want Bill finding out yet another way to being him to his knees, next thing he knew he might be tickled to death by the dream demon. He hated the fact the Mabel had reveal that fact to defeat him when the demon was in his body.

Once he was done with the drawing he continued:

He has become unable to start a Weirdmageddon as he is unable to reach his own dimension. He is stuck in this dimension. He still has most if not all of his power but seems reluctant or bored using it as if it is no fun to him if he is not using it to scare, trick, torture or amaze someone. Because of this I have tried not to show any emotion towards him using his magic so he sees it as unnecessary. I theorise that he doesn't have to same almost of power he had last year in the Weirdmageddon. This may be because he gets some of his power from his dimension but I can't be sure and it's only a theory.

Because of this he has become vengeful and has decided to take revenge out of the members of the Cipher Wheel. I made a deal with him I protect them but in turn I have to stay with him. He brought me to a house to the north of both the Shack and the town. If I tried to get out then I wouldn't probably get lost despite the fact that I know a lot about this forest, I don't know much about the northern parts.

Ford has made it clear that the forest to the north was too dangerous for him to be alone in it at his age. Of course the Author had journeyed with him to look for things to study but they had never gone that far and he had never been left alone.

There is also a barrier around the house so I can't leave. I can only leave when I'm with Bill which means I'm stuck here.

His emotions are erratic and he can easily be angered by movements, statements, or questions that he doesn't like. Remember to think about everything that is said and done around him. It is unknown whether I will be hurt directly or others will be hurt if precautions aren't taken to prevent him becoming angry!

Weaknesses: NONE!

He noted the irony of the fact that almost as soon as he had written the last sentence he heard Bill calling him from down stairs. He closed the book and hind it under the bed. He didn't want Bill snooping around in his stuff. He went down stairs and found Bill who was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a mug of what might have been tea but it could also be something magical that Dipper didn't understand. He had never seen the demon eat or drink anything that was eatable to him.

"Can you eat human food?" Dipper asked, tugging on a strand of hair anxiously.

"Ha, why do you want to know? Want to put more information about me in that little nerd book of yours?"

"Maybe. I'm just curious…" He mumbled, staring at the ground intently.

"No and I don't want to, just looking at the stuff grosses me out, if I could be grossed out," he chuckled. And I didn't call you down here to be asked questions. I wanted to know what you eat can't have you starving now can I?"

"Well um… Mabel and I loved making tacos and omelettes and pizzas but… I don't know whether I want to do that now." Dipper looked away, his eyes burning. He hated it when his body betrayed him like this. He didn't want to cry alone here with a demon that would grant him no sympathy.

"God kid you are sappy! Get over Shooting Star now." He slammed the mug of liquid down on the table with a bang that made the boy jump, flinching back violently as if he thought he was going to be hit. "I don't want to tell you twice. You're not going see her in a while so I suggest you get used to it before I get mad."

"Okay," Dipper yelped, standing up straighter.

Bill burst into hysterical laughter as Dipper backed away. He flowed above the table clutching his stomach as if to ward off a stitch. Dipper stayed silent as Bill slowly calmed himself down enough to sit back down in his seat. He glared at the boy who had backed up against the wall beside the door. He gestured to the sit in front of him. Dipper knew better than refuse so he stepped forwards with as much courage that he could muster. He hated Bill erratic behaviour; it scared him half to death.

"You are so adorable Pine Tree, it's so sickening." Bill growled with no trace of mirth in his high pitched echoing voice. "I'll ask again. What do you want to eat?"

The question was full of cold venom. Bill seemed to have had enough of Dipper's feelings and just wanted to get stuff done. Well Dipper had had enough of him too.

"Why don't you just let me starve? I don't want to live here with you anyway," Dipper asked evenly, staring the man down. He felt like slapping himself in the face. How could he be so stupid? Not ten minutes ago he had written in his journal that you shouldn't antagonise the dream demon and look what he had done. It was going to be a long eternity.

A sharp pain shot through him arm causing to let out a high pitched shriek. He looked down to see a fork had been planted in his arm which had been resting on the table. He watched in shock as blood oozed out of the holes in his skin. The area around the fork was quickly turning a scary shade of purple. His arm twisted and more pain shot up his arm.

"Too bad!" He snarled.

Dipper started to scream. He screamed until he had no voice his screaming overrode every other noise apart from the pounding of his heart and blood roared in his ears. He fell sideways onto the floor with a thud. He clutched at his hand like if he held onto it tight enough he might wake up to find it was all a dream.

Bill didn't laugh. He stood over the boy's body as he writhed in pain the fear. He waiting patiently for the boy to lose his voice and calm down slightly, enough for him to start release large heaving sobs that racked him body. Bill didn't move but a smile lit up his face like the crazed murderer he was.

"What do you say Pine Tree?" Bill voice echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls erratically. He sounded like he did when he had chased them through the Fearamid when he had control of the town. A time that Dipper was sure the demon wanted to go back to, the thought of it made his stomach turn over.

"I'm-m s-sorry!" He yelled through sobs as he watched his blood leek in little rivets down his arm and drip onto the table in a small puddle of red.

"For what?" Bills voice didn't change, twisting the fork to elicit a whimper from the boy.

"F-for b-being rude and… and…" His vision was starting to blur.

"And?" Bill prompted, tapping his fingers on the table like the drums of a death march. They echoed in Dipper's ears making his head ache.

"And disrespectful! I'm sorry for b-being disrespectful! I shouldn't h-have just answered the s-stupid question! I'm sorry." Dipper looked up from his bloodied arm pleadingly. "Please! Please help m-me!"

"Hah! You're a hoot kid! I don't care about disrespect and I don't give a damn if you're rude or not. But the one thing I can't stand is stupidity, yes there is a point when it's amusing but we are long past that and you know it!" Bill Laughed crudely into the boy's too pale face, he was losing too much blood.

Bill twisted the utensil painfully one last time before tugging it out of the boy's arm as he screamed at the top of his lungs. He pulled a bandage out of thin air and through it at the boy. It bounced off his head which had fallen almost limply onto the table, and splashed into the puddle of blood and spluttering the red liquid everywhere.

Bill laughed as the warm blood drops splattered onto his face and clothes. Boy, he had missed this! He had loved the torture of the townsfolk last summer but his fun had been cut short and spoiled. He was enjoying the fact that he now had his little puppet back to do what he wished. He had missed his puppet and now that he didn't need to use Pine Tree's body to get him to do what he wanted it was even more fun.

Dipper on the other hand was in a great deal of pain and the sadistic laughter that rose up above him made him feel sick. He didn't know what to do or how to feel, although it was only his arm that had been wounded his whole body ached and he didn't want to move. He felt his own blood catch in his hair and on his face making him feel dirty and wrong. He wanted to wipe it off, to rid himself off the disgusting sticky mess but he was too weak from loss of blood and sore to move.

"Bandage up that cut Pine Tree, before you get sick. Wouldn't want you to die now would we?" He stood there for another minute before picking up the boy to find that he had fallen unconscious.

He sighed exasperatedly before snapping his fingers. The bloodied bandage sprang to life and wrapped itself tightly around his small arm. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew the he should wash the wound or put something out it to make sure it didn't make Dipper sick but he didn't care. He was still trying not to snap the boy's neck with a glare.

With another click off his fingers Dipper floated up out of the chair and above the Demon's head. His head lulled and his limbs dangled down limply as his breathing deepened. He had fallen into a feverish sleep and despite the fact that he hadn't eaten since that morning and was bound to be starving Bill saw no use in waking him. He probably wasn't up to eating anything yet anyway. He would be hungry tomorrow and Bill was sure he wouldn't be so flippant after what had happened.

He looked over the table and floors, he didn't want to have to get rid of the blood, it added character to the place. But he was sure that Dipper would freak out the next day to see his dried blood splattered over the table, floor and even the walls. He would clean it up later. He like the smell that wafted around the house, it smelt like blood.

He let the boy drift out of the room and up to his bedroom. Bill sat back down and sipped at the cup of tea that had been drifting around the room the entire time.

"I think you should take your own advice next time," Bill smiled wickedly as he heard Dipper let out a small whimper in his sleep from up in his room before hearing the door slams shut.