Request from "Aqua Girl 007":

"This is pretty cool so far; can you do a reverse Dipifica fic and one where Bill is the human meanwhile Dippy is the dream demon?"

Okay, here we go! First request. In all honesty . . . .I'm not sure what reverse dipcifica would look like, so I'm going with the other one. I'll do my best! :-)

Drabble 3: Magnus Uncus

Sum:
Bill makes a mistake and tries to fix it, but things only start to get worse when a certain dream demon appears. However, things take an unusual turn when he mentions his cousin . . .

Universe:
"Bill Sife and Dipper Demon"
Not canon at all.

A`N:
I don't have much to say about this. Enjoy!

Bill ran as fast as he could, panting hard and flinching whenever he heard the, the . . .creature roar and snarl. He pushes himself harder, sprinting the final length and managing -as usual- to trip over a tree root because of his clumsiness and slight limp, just when he was about to enter the clearing the Mystery Shack sat in.

The creature, some sort of winged mountain-lion, possibly a Were(like a Werewolf). He held still as he heard the creature approach, frozen stiff with fear. He wasn't sure where grunkle Stan was, but even so, how could he help him? He doesn't even believe in the supernatural!

The creature snuffled and snarled over him, before gripping the back of his yellow vest in it's teeth, starting to lift him off the ground. There was a girl's scream and thump of footsteps, and suddenly, Mabel was there, beating at it with a shovel. She released it and stumbled back with another scream as it swiped at her, tearing through her pretty blue sweater and leaving five neat lines that were starting to bleed.

"LEFT HOOK!?" screamed a voice; a voice Bill knew well. He was dropped as the creature roared in pain. Bill flipped over onto his back and sat up, observing as his grunkle struck the beast again, managing to fend and chase it off.

Bill looked down in shame as Stan approached. He was in so much trouble. Instead of yelling at him or demanding an explanation, he merely scooped Mabel up, gently grabbed the kid by the shoulder to haul him up, too, and carried both into the house.

In the end, he drove both to the hospital to get checked over. Luckily, Mabel's clawed arm didn't need stitches and weren't as bad as they originally thought, but it didn't make Bill feel any less guilty about the incident.

He glanced over his clothes. A pair of black shorts, a white t-whit with black sleeves, a yellow vest with a shiny-gold brickwork pattern on them, a tiny little black bow-tie scribbled onto his shirt collar(probably with a Sharpie), black sneakers, and black socks. They were ruffled up and a bit more untidy than he usual maintained, from his brief flight through the forest.

He reached up and patted his half-messy half-neat, corn-yellow hair, frowning when he didn't find his top-hat. It was too tiny, even for him, more for a stuffed animal, but he always wore it. Come to think of it, his black curved cane was missing, too. He'd have to go look for those.

A thought occurring to him, he quickly patted himself down, letting out a relieved sigh when he felt the old leather of the journal, still safely tucked away in his vest. He looked up when Grunkle Stan approached, his "Responsible Adult Face" on, and feared the worst.

Bill easily picked up on the whole conman thing, and though Stan would probably never admit it, the little eight-year-old could probably out-con him. When he wasn't be a sarcastic idiot who ran towards imminent danger and laughed about it afterwards as if it were the most hilarious thing or he had everything under control when, really, he didn't at all; that is to say.

But now, looking at the kid, he seemed scared and guilty, possibly because Mabel had been hurt, tears welling up in his visible right eye, that was a pale baby blue color. His other eye was hidden underneath the kids hair, and Stan had honestly never seen it before. And, as far as he knew, neither had Mabel or anyone else.

He finally sighed, deciding to leave the questioning for later, in a more private setting. He knew well enough by now that Bill could be as silent as a rock and good at dodging or twisting around any topic he wanted in public, especially if he didn't want to talk about it.

So, he instead lead the kid to where he'd temporarily left Mabel, her arm wrapped in gauze and half-ruined sweater in a plastic bag. The drove home was silent. Mabel tried to make conversation with the usually talkative and sarcastic kid, but now, he remained utterly quiet, staring out the window and hugging himself, shrugging or making noncommittal noises to Mabel's attempt at conversation.

When they got home, Mabel almost instantly cleared out and high-tailed it to their shared attic bedroom, locking the door. Thus forcing Bill to talk to his Grunkle rather than run away and hide(the kid was also great at hiding and getting into the most impossible or insane places possible; like dangling from a windowsill of a second story building on the outside and laughing about it)

"Come'on, kid." Stan grunted, walking towards the kitchen. It was early evening, and the hot day was starting to cool off a little. He sat down at the kitchen table and waited until Bill did likewise.

The kid hadn't made a sound, not a single jest or even a word, which was not like him at all. Stan rubbed his face. "How about we start with why you were being chased by a mountain lion?" he finally said, sounding exhausted from the long day.

For several long moments, Bill said nothing, staring out the window. Stan was about to repeat himself when the kid answered. "It was an accident . . .I didn't mean for her to get h-hurt . . ." tears filled his eyes and his voice became pleading and thick with tears. "I-I . . .I'm sorry." he started sobbing, something that half-stunned the elder man, as the kid often acted older than his age(as surprising as that had been; everyone treated him like some immature, retarded child).

With a grunt, he stood and crouched before his great-nephew, gently turning him towards himself and gently wiping away his tears. "Hey, it's alright, no ones mad at you. I'm just worried, is all. You're still a little guy, and I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt on my watch." he spoke softly and honestly, hoping to sooth the child.

Bill sniffled again, wiping away his tears. His left eye was visible a moment, but quickly hidden by the kids bangs once more. "I-I . . .I was just looking around when it started chasing me, honest! I didn't mean for her to get hurt!" it was almost an odd statement coming from Bill, since from what Mabel and her parents had told him, Bill usually ran towards trouble, and if he got hurt, he'd brush it aside and laugh about it as if it were some sort of a thrill ride.

Apparently getting hurt himself and being a cause of pain for family members really were different and mattered to the strange child.

Stan sighed, placing a large, calloused hand on the kids small, skinny shoulder. "Listen, Bill, I now that we may've gotten off to a rocky start, but I just want you to know that you can count on me to protect you and Mabel; alright? If you're ever in over you're head, just come find me or give me a shout and I'll give whatevers bugging you a good left hook and then a right hook for good measure! Alright?"

Bill nodded, a tiny smile worming it's way onto his face.

Stan stood, coughing into his fist to try and cover up his caring words. "Good. Come'on, let's make some hot cocoa and surprise you're cousin. Sound good?"

"Sounds good." Bill smiled, hopping up to follow his great-uncle Stan.

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Bill stared up at the demon, clutching his cane nervously, black tophat slanted at a wild(er) angle(than usual) on his head from the previous blast of wind. He looked surprisingly familiar, for whatever reason, with his tousled brown hair, sorta-brown eyes with their golden pupils.

At first, the demon had the form of a blue, flat pine tree, like the image in journal three, with arms and legs and two large eyes that seemed to glare from the page, something akin to a baseball or trucker hat, and a tiny bit of smudged-up markings above the eyes. Now, he could see what lay there.

The Big Dipper, every dot and line perfectly matched up to the constellation. In this human form, the demon, named "Magnus Uncus", looked to be around eighteen-to-twenty years old, with a plain, dark blue suit, black shoes, white bolo tie and the blue and white hat propped on his head. His teeth were sharp, fingers ended in claws and he had pointed ears, and two large, bat-like wings flared out from his lower back, besides the golden, cat-like pupils staring him down within (familiar) brown iris's.

The hat, oddly enough, held a miniature "him" on it, you could say; but without the limbs, eyes, hat or strange birthmark. He glared down at the eight-year-old, arms crossed.

"Look, whaddya want, kid?" he finally snapped, patient clearly disappearing fast. "I don't usually take on this form, but I've found it helps with kids; if you've summoned me, it must mean you know I go easier on kids."

Bill shook his head, gathering himself up, cane tucked in the crook of one arm. "I want help." he finally got out, clearing his voice when he realized how squeaky it sounded.

The demon's frown deepened in thought, and he floated closer to the ground. "Listen, kid, I would love to help, but you gotta tell me what you want specifically." he stressed the word.

Bill nodded, quickly flicking over options in his head. Something that would protect him and Mabel during the rest of the summer, but would wear off or go away when they went back home. Something strong enough to ward off most dangers or combat them, but not something that would make the seemingly-mentally-unstable child a threat or some kind of dangerous nutcase criminal.

He finally nodded. "I . . .I'd like to be able to learn some magic, to protect her."

The demon eyed him. "And what will you give me in return? And who's this 'her'? You're sister?" Magnus asked.

Bill looked down at himself. He couldn't hand over the journal, and he didn't have anything else to give. He finally looked back up at the demon. "I have nothing to give, but I want some magic or powers or something so I can protect Mabel; she's my older cousin."

The demon froze, face portraying realization and thought. He hummed for a moment, lost in whatever daydream or memory he was in. Finally, he looked back. "I'll give you a hand, kid, on one condition."

Bill nodded. "What is it?" he'd learned long ago from Grunkle Stan to always learn the full meaning behind a deal and what it's bounds encompassed, so you wouldn't be tricked or forced into something you didn't want or shouldn't have to do.

"Look after her. Protect her. Don't let anything happen to her. Keep her happy and support her when times are tough. Just-" here the demon huffed and paused, then continued. "Just look after my twin, alright? You ever need a hand, just give a shout and I'll channel some of my powers through you're staff there. It'll glow yellow from now on -after we shake on it, that is- when that happens. Got all that?"

Bill stared at him. "Your sister? But . . .Mabel doesn't have any siblings." he replied.

The demon stared at him, then sighed. "In this dimension; no, she doesn't. No one but you. But in another dimension . . ." he gave Bill a long, hard, searching stare that made him squirm inside, though he held still and stared straight back into the demons eyes. "Basically, in another dimension -since demons are able to traverse dimensions so as to speak to one another- I'm just a twelve year old boy, twin brother to Mabel Pines."

He paused, glancing at the kid and then away. "And in that same dimension, Bill Cipher is the demon."

"My name is Bill Sife Rashald." Bill replied, turning over this new information in his mind.

"True, but if it's just your last initial with the rest of that?" Magnus hinted.

Bill thought it over, then nodded. "So, wait, why are you helping me, exactly?" he asked.

Magnus thought this over. "Well, in short . . .the me in that one dimension. . . or in ONE of them, I should say . . . gets turned into a demon, instead of simply being one. I . . .when I focus hard enough, I can remember playing and having a twin sibling, and looking for mysteries and adventure like you are with that journal you found."

Bill nodded in response. This was a lot to take in for anyone, but Bill was a quick thinker and found a way to slide the puzzle pieces together just right. It was still a lot, though; other dimensions outside our own? Containing different versions of you? Woah, just . . .woah.

"Well . . .I just don't want anything bad to happen to Mabel. I want to protect her, but I'm bound by certain rules. It's a demon thing." he added by way of explanation. "Either way . . .even if she's not my sibling here . . . I can still sense that bond. That twin bond. I just have a feeling . . .that no matter where we are or how far apart, that we'll always be family . . . and that it's my job to protect her . . ."

Bill nodded. "I think I understand." he gave his head a quick shake, tossing the hair out of his eyes. His right eye, while baby blue, was the only one that still possessed sight. His left eye was pale and cloudy-white over the iris and pupil, and a large burn mark was branded over it, becoming a pale powder blue, like Grunkle Stans' "tattoo".

It was in the shape of a triangle, with a faint outline of an eye, a top-hat, a bow tie, legs and arms. Something he'd gotten mysteriously during the fire that killed his parents when he was three, and left him with cousin Mabel and the Pines family ever since.

Magnus seemed disturbed by this, but nodded, holding out his hand as it flickered with blue flames. "So, just shake my hand and the deal is sealed. Kid?"

As soon as he saw the flames, Bill had flinched away, a far away look coming into his eyes. He could still remember the smoke and flames of the fire, the burning agony of his eye, and the terror-filled confusion as he was rescued, rushed to a hospital, and then sent to his cousins house.

Magnus extinguished the flames, realizing that he'd scared him, and sat cross-legged in midair, close to the ground. He patted one knee. "What's wrong?"

Bill snapped out of it and turned away, rubbing self-consciously at his eye. "It's nothing." he replied quickly. "Fire just makes me . . . .nervous." he said at last.

Magnus nodded in understanding, slowly offering his hand again. "I can promise you that it is painless and will take less then ten seconds."

Bill nodded, and took the now-flaming hand, shaking it, though he refused to look at the flames themselves.

Bill looked at the demon as he stretched his wings and arms. "Well, Cipher, it's been hanging with you but I've got other places to go." he snapped his fingers, and Bills cane lit up a bright, warm yellow. "You ever need my help, just give a shout and keep your cane close. You can use it to channel my powers. I'll teach you more on that at another time, alright?"

Bill nodded again, watching as his cane faded to black again. I do have one more question, though." he voiced.

The demon leaned closer, smiling a toothy grin, too wide for a human face. "Sure, kid, what is it?" he asked.

"What does your name, 'Magnus Uncus' mean? I know it's Latin, but I want to know it's personal meaning to you."

The demon froze, then smiled again, a small, friendly one. "Well, it translates into 'Large Scoop' directly. My actual nickname doesn't quite translate through exactly. But hey-! Large Scoop, Big Dipper, same difference." he smiled again.

"Wait, like the Big Dipper in the sky and on your forehead?" Bill blurted.

The demon seemed about to anger, then just smiled again. "Bingo, kid. Now, I gotta go." he shifted into his previous pine-tree-esque form, before yelling out something and vanishing.

"NowRemember! RealityIsHow YouConceiveIt, TheUniverseIsSmaller ThanYouThink, ProtectMabel, BYYYEEEE!?" in a large flash of light, he was gone.

Bill gasped and blinked open his eyes, glancing around quickly. The candles were still there, though blown out, and the picture frame he'd set up in the center was there, too, his small face beaming out, the eyes crossed out in red.

Bill glanced around once more, stood, and slowly walked back towards the Mystery Shack.

In the bushes nearby, one Mabel Pines and one Soos Ramirez watched the scene, shocked and surprised.

That would be a wrap! Time for a few little fun facts.

-1# I based Demon!Dipper off of descriptions I've heard from the Transcendence Au, and thought it'd be fun to toggle between a human)ish) form and his demon form. In this particular universe, there's a triangle with an eye where the Pine Tree would be on the Cipher Circle(Or, the Pine-Tree Circle, per this universe), and Demon!Dipper's Pine Tree form is in the center. (And yes, I referenced the Transcendence Au in there . . .somewhere) That's why he called him "Cipher" at the end there, since that's his symbol on his wheel/circle.

0# Grunkle Stan is acting the way he is here because without Dipper to keep an eye on Mabel, she's a lot more prone to running around and making a not-so-good decision. As for Bill . . . the kid can (mostly) look after himself, but needs more delicate handling to make sure he's alright and well. He's very stubborn when he wants to and doesn't often accept help, since most people think he's mental and bullies him for it. Coming out to Great Uncle Stans place was perfect because there was no one to judge him, but he could still be himself out in the woods.

1# "Magnus Uncus" really does translate into "Large Scoop". I couldn't find any direct translation that got me "Big Dipper", so I used the next best thing. It's in Latin, in case you're wondering.

2# Bill, while still sarcastic and thinking almost getting himself killed is "fun", he has human emotions and is a little kid, as well as being traumatized when he was little, so of course he's going to act differently as a human than his demon persona.

3# My version of Human!Bill is a conman like Stan, uses sarcasm to try and hide is fears and worries from others, and likes to fling himself into danger, since for him it's fun to be able to sidestep whatever is coming at him and escape unscathed(mostly).

4# Related to the previous one; This makes most people think he's nutty, but he's not. He just finds fun in different ways, and possesses a quick mind and can find certain "adult" topics like politics or things that are otherwise complicated and solve or comprehend them very easily in his mind, while he as struggles with seemingly simple things, like squirt-gun fights or tag, though he's so good at hide-and-seek that no one cane find him unless he wants to be found.

5# Bill is deathly afraid of being all alone in the dark, since he's scared of . . . something that'll come out of it to hurt/kill/eat him. He often has nightmares about it, but he can never describe whatever was attacking him. He just calls it a "thing". "A Thing that comes out of the Darkness to hurt me and tries to kill me."

6# Bill dresses similarly to how he dresses in my Monster Falls Au story I'm developing, the main difference being it's causal wear, rather than a suit and tie, and he has tiny, triangular "hims" burned on the back of each hand, rather than his eye. I haven't decided yet if his limp will cross over into that Au, but it's definitely a possibility.

7# In my version of Monster Falls Au, Bill is more like a kid who has little memory of his past, and while he still calls people by their symbol, he doesn't "know" them, nor recall what the symbols mean. He gets himself into a lot of trouble, because h's learning more and more about human mortality every time he almost-kills himself.
Usually, after he gets himself hurt in a more minor way(broken arm, small flesh wound) he'll start shouting "Not hilarious! Not hilarious!? NOT HILARIOUS!?" in remaint of him saying "Pain is hilarious!" when he possessed Dipper.

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