Hello, guys, girls and inbetweeners! Sorry it took so long but school's a killer- best excuse ever!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls, I don't even own the idea for this story.

Dipper woke up with an unpleasant jolt as he fell out of bed tangled up in his sheets still haunted by a nightmare that had been as dark as the one he had been tormented by the night before. Fortunately he hadn't landed on his wounded arm which it was now throbbing painfully and it felt hot and tight in the bandages that he didn't remember putting on the night before. His room was still dark, which was a clear indication that the sun hadn't come up yet. There was no clock in his room nor had he found one anywhere else around the rest of the house.

He looked around the room for what might have been the first time since arriving. In the dull light he could see that the room itself was averagely sized, enough to fit a bed, chest of draws, a bed side table and a desk. He had used the desk the night before to write in his journal. The walls of the room were bare and painted an off white colour. The blinds were drawn over a view of the forest that faced away from the shack and the town. It looked like he were the only one left alive.

He began to untangle himself from the sheets, careful not to hurt or bump his arm. He could tell in the dull light that the bandage was hard and crusty with blood. His nose wrinkled in disgust as he smelt a sweet yet bitter scent that he knew from experience meant that the stab wounds had started to become infected he would have to stop it from getting worse somehow.

He didn't know if Bill kept anything around the house that would help with infection but he guessed the first place to look was the bathroom cupboard and if that fail he would have to go to the demon and asking him for help. The thought of asking for help from the thing that had stabbed him in the arm the night before simply for talking back, made him shiver. Yet again he had gone another day without eating a proper meal. If he kept it up he would lose all that extra weight, Dipper thought bitterly, looking down at his already slender frame.

He stumbled drunkenly out of the room and onto the landing in a daze. He needed to wash it before it got even more infected. He couldn't trust Bill to be able to help him if the wound got any worse. It wasn't like he listened or helped him with anything else.

As if on cue his stomach growled loudly in the darkness. He was almost positive that Bill already knew he was awake and wondering around the house but he still didn't want to draw attention to himself. He clutched his stomach as he made his way down the stairs. Dipper wasn't what you would call the most sure footed boy around so it took him a while to make his way down the staircase, taking one step at a time to make sure that he would fall down and hurt himself. He was going to have to be self-reliant from now on and he didn't want to make his job even harder by falling down the stair and landing unconscious at the bottom.

"Shit," he hissed as he slipped and skidded down a few steps before he was able to grab onto the banister with his good arm.

He paused for a minute to recollect himself and to check for any noises anywhere inside the house. He didn't feel like running into Bill at this time of the night, or at any time of the night for that matter. It meant he would have to tell the demon why he was out of bed. Granted Bill never said he couldn't leave his room at night and there wasn't a lock on the door to keep him in but it went without saying that Bill didn't want him to wonder around without him there to supervise. A few minute later, once he had regained his wits he slowly climbed to the bottom, which was just four steps down from where he had slipped.

Dipper made his way along the corridor towards the bathroom. He had one hand on the wall to make sure he wouldn't crash into anything. When he came to the door he switched on the light to make sure it was the right room. He clamped his eyes shut tight as he was faced with the too bright light of the bathroom light, after few more moments he opened them up and blinked rapidly, trying to get used to the change.

He squinted and stumbled over to the cabinet. The floor was cold to the touch despite the fact that it was summer and Goosebumps rose on his legs and knelt down and opened the cupboard door. It was almost bare but as Dipper began to rummage around in it he found a box of antibiotics and antiseptic spray. Dipper thought they were oddly specific items to have in a cupboard that only had a small amount of bathroom items in it. Bill must have known this would happen.

Bill. It all came back to Bill. He had been the one to send his uncle to the verge of madness. He had been the one to bring the end of the world. He manipulated and cheated his way into getting what he wanted. Dipper hated him with every fibre of his being. He couldn't help but smile to himself at the idea that the demon was trapped here and unable to go back where he came from. Bill had made it clear that he hated it here without his weirdness so Dipper thought of it as some small revenge on the Cipher Wheel's part. He knew that the lesson of revenge being bad was something that grown-ups wanted him to learn but he had had revenge on people before, whether it was on bullies back in Piedmont or Pacifica and he knew that it was a great feeling.

He cut away the bandage slowly using a pair of scissors that had had found in the back of the cabinet. As the bloody cast fell after he say the stab wounds for the first time sense the night before. His nose wrinkled at the sight of it. His arm was swollen and red and covered in brown blood. What the hell was on that fork? Toxin?

He pressed down on the skin around the four small holes in his flesh and watched as clear, watery liquid run down his arm and dropped onto the floor. He would clean it up later but right now he had to get the swelling down before he could do anything else. After he had drained him arm of all the fluid he grabbed a face washer and wet it with cold water. He hissed as the icy water dripped down his arm to join the pus on the floor. It took a lot of careful scrubbing to wash away the blood that had caked his skin. He whimpered as he sprayed the stab wounds with the antiseptic spray. It stung as it dropped into the holes and pooled there. He quickly grabbed a fresh white bandage and wrapped it around his arm a fast as his could, tightening it in an effort to make the pain go way. It would also help the holes to heal faster if they were closer together.

Dipper sat back and let out a sigh of relief. He could do this! He could take care of himself for the next… how ever long he was here for. He didn't need anyone's help to do anything and if he really wanted to he didn't even need to ask Bill for food. He didn't need Bill for anything!

"I wouldn't think that again if I were you, kid." The voice can from the doorway and made Dipper jump in surprise. Unfortunately, his movement were uncoordinated and his eagerness to turn around his legs fell into the puddle of water and pus and splashing all over the floor.

"Shit!" Dipper hissed again. He glared up at Bill who was leaning against the doorframe. "What do you want?"

When the demon didn't answer he set about cleaning his legs and the floor

Bill just stared down at him.

"Come here." Bill voice echoed coldly around the room. Dipper shivered uncontrollably. Despite the fact that he knew Bill was evil he wasn't used to the demon acting completely calm, he scared him half to death.

"Bill please, no one's here and I-" he pleaded. He really didn't want to go anywhere near the demon after what had happened the night before, but he had no chose.

"Come here now!" Bill's eye glowed red and electric blue flames erupted from his hand and licked at his arm.

Sighing, Dipper lifted himself off the ground. The tiles were cold as ice on his bare feet despite the fact that it was summer. As soon as he went within an arm's length of the demon he was pulled forwards as a hand, which wasn't coated in sickly flames, latched onto his arm so that he was close enough feel the demon's breathe on his skin. It was abnormally hot and caused hairs to rise along his neck.

"Don't let me hear you even think that you have any kind of power ever again because last time I checked, you're lucky I'm allowing you to live," Bill hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "Go to the kitchen and wait for me there. You will sit in a seat and do nothing until I come get you. Is that clear, kid? Or do I have to carve it into your arm?"

"No! I get it! I'll… I'll go. I'm sorry."

"For what? Bill looked at him incredulously for a moment as if he had no idea why Dipper would apologise for being yelled at.

"I- that's what people say sometimes, when they g-get yelled at…" Dipper wasn't sure why he had apologised to Bill he was the one who had been stabbed and yelled at for seemingly no reason at all. He would have to add to his journal that Bill could read his mind.

He missed the days when Bill could only annoy him in his sleep and even then he couldn't lay a finger on him. He missed feeling somewhat safe from him. Feeling as though he would be able to take down the demon if need be. He had control in his mind and even in Stan's mind, but not now.

"Well don't, it's annoying and it's pointless. Even if you grovel on the floor I will still kill you is I feel like it," the demon man spat, all but throwing him out of the room. He crashed loudly against the wall. His cry fell on deaf ears as he leapt out of the way just in time to dodge a ball of fire that had been thrown at his head. He ran towards the kitchen hoping that he wouldn't get hit in the back by a fireball; he wasn't even sure if he would survive that.

Dipper skidded into the room and fell. He curled into a ball and tried not to cry. He wanted so badly to see his family again. Hot tears slid down his face. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Dipper felt tired and drained. He didn't feel like moving anymore, not after the last twenty-four hours.

"Are you going to get up or what, kid?" The voice made Dipper flinch violently. Remembering what Bill had said about him sitting at the table he scrambled to his feet and run to the nearest before the demon decided to throw something else at him.

He sat down at the table, planted his hands between his legs and stared blankly at the table top. It was clear that Bill wasn't very good at cleaning. Smears of dried blood marred the table top. His stomach twisted painfully as he studied them.

Bill walked up beside him and paused for a moment causing Dipper to stiffen slightly. He waited for him to say something cruel or hurt him for not doing what he was told but he didn't. Bill kept walking around the table and sat down in the sit opposite to him. There was nowhere else to look so Dipper was forced to raise his head to glare defiantly at the demon.

His clothing was still exactly the same as it had been when he first began to look like a human. It didn't even look like he had gotten blood on him at either occasion where blood had been involved.

"You must be hungry." Bill, of course, was the first one to break the silence; his voice was oddly calm considering the fact that not fifteen minutes ago he had been throwing balls of fire at the boy's head without remorse. Dipper shivered.

"Yes," Dipper squeaked weakly, gripping the chair tightly under the table, getting ready to jump out of the way in case Bill wanted to use him for target practice again. "But I know I did something wrong…" I just don't know what! "And I would prefer it if I got hurt and not someone that I care about."

"Don't worry, Pine Tree, I'm not going to starve you today and to be honest, I really don't care what you prefer. It's up to me what happens to you if you piss me off but sadly I think what I did last night was enough for now. You don't have to worry about your little family of freaks, for now!Anyway what do you want to eat, kid?"

"Um…"

"I suggest you think about your answer before you say something you'll regret." Bill's voice was dangerous and loud, echoing through the house and making the walls shake slightly.

"I-I can make my own breakfast, Bill, you don't have to-" Dipper stood up from the table, pushing his chair back with his legs which were still shaking.

The table shattered and splinters scatter around the room like rain. The demon's gigantic black fist had slammed itself down onto the weak wooden bench, crushing it with his strength. Bill floated above him, his human skin forgotten. His glow filled the room with a too bright light causing Dipper to shield his eyes.

"SIT DOWN NOW!" His booming voice reverberated around the house, causing it to shake violently. Dust fluttered down from the ceiling as Dipper quickly slammed back into the chair. All the blood had drained from his face and he knew by the way Bill's eye squinted with joy that he looked terrified. "Surprisingly enough, kid, I'm not in the mood for sadism at the moment; I'd rather just kill you. So if you don't want to become a pile of dust on the floor I suggest you shut the hell up and do what I say!"

Bill's haunting cackle made Dipper's head pound as he bend his head so as to not look into the demon's eye. A four fingered hand planted itself in his messy mop of hair and ruffled it. If it was Ford's hand Dipper would have melted into it, happy of his great- uncle's affection and if it was Mabel he would have battered her hand away playfully and laughed with her as he fixed he hair over his forehead self-consciously. As it was he was struggling to hold back tears as he let the monster in front of him play with his hair.

"There's a good little puppet, now eat up."

A plate with two slices of toast appeared in his lap before he could ask, 'what food'. He ate them quickly under the watchful gaze of the yellow triangle, taking large, ravenous mouthfuls and gulping loudly.

Once he was done he made to stand up to put the plate in the sink but a sharp 'don't get up' stopped him from moving an inch. A gloved hand took the plate from his shaking hands and as he glanced up he saw that Bill had changed back into his… other body again.

"You can go outside today, Pine Tree. Just make sure to take a stick with you and hold it in front of you if you're walking away from the house, the force field is, shall we say: quite forceful." Bill laughed at his own joke but Dipper didn't move.

"How long will I able to be out there?" Dipper asked meekly, his eyes wondering hopefully out the window.

"How ever long you want to be out there, unless I call you."

"Can I take my journal with me?"

"As long as you show me what you've written when you come back."

Dipper climbed off the chair slowly as if to make sure he was allowed to before he turned to all but run for the door. The farthest away he got, the better he would feel.

"Have fun, Pine Tree." Bill smiled, waving as the boy left the room.