Dipper walked, and walked, and walked. Endlessly walking. The surroundings never seemed to change from the bleak, dark forest around him. But he did notice it was getting dark.
"You really don't wanna be here at night, Pine Tree!" said a gleeful voice he knew all too well.
"Bill," he muttered, before turning around to see the triangle floating there, a sadistic grin on its form.
Bill did an exact imitation of the sound that plays when a winner is determined in wrestling. "WE HAVE A WINNER!" Confetti streamed down from the sky, as the triangle put his arm around Dipper.
The boy immediately pushed away. "What do you want, Bill?" he asked in a defensive tone.
The confetti stopped, and faded altogether. "More like what you want, kid! You want out of this place, right? And I know just the way!" Bill circled Dipper, before stopping.
Dipper began to feel sick, but hopeful too. Bill wouldn't want to help Dipper for free... "Forget it, Bill. I know better than trusting you again!"
"You'll change your mind, I'm sure of it! Oh, and, you should probably find a place to hide when it's nighttime! That's when the killer clowns come out!" Bill vanished with a pop, but the surroundings around Dipper stayed grey. He realized that they were always a shade of grey, and that scared him. He pinched his arm, just to make sure, and started walking again.
In the woods behind Dipper, one was watching. One who would seek to snatch the soul of the boy. The Beast was watching, just as Wirt had warned. And Dipper was its next target...