From SophiaCrutchfeild: "What if Waddles and Bill accidentally traded bodies for one day, and "Bill" came over and was acting like Waddles and Mabel was really weirded out?"

Oh, gosh, I'm laughing so hard right now. I can already picture the hilarity now... This one-shot is set before The Golf War.

Something Awry

He hadn't noticed the carpet (which Stanford hadn't thrown out, merely shoved it into the very back of his closet where no one would find it) when he had been watching the Pines twins' antics, which was the first big mistake.

The second big mistake Bill Cipher, omnipotent dream demon, made was appearing on the physical plane just in time for that stupid pig of Shooting Star's to bolt into said closet. He chuckled to himself, hearing the girl call out for her runaway pet. Stanford would be so angry if he found the swine in his room.

Right then, the pig ran right back out and happened to brush his arm. Too late, he noted the static electricity jumping off of the pink body and made to vanish - to no avail.

Sometimes Bill wondered if luck just wasn't on his side some days.

Now he was trapped in this ridiculous swine body while said creature was floating above him, spinning aimlessly because it couldn't figure out how to maneuver its triangular body. Thankfully, when Shooting Star rushed in and scooped Bill up, she didn't seem to notice the pig-in-a-triangle's-body. Then again, perhaps this was due to the fact that he had been returning to the mindscape at the moment.

"Waddles!" Ugh, what a dumb name. "Don't you ever run away from me like that again! Grunkle Stan would be so mad if he saw you in here!"

Shooting Star left the bedroom, much to his dismay and annoyance. She appeared to be heading for the kitchen, and Bill really didn't want to know what this meant. Didn't humans eat pigs?

Oh, no.

Demons didn't usually panic, but Bill Cipher definitely felt like doing so at this moment. He struggled to get out of the girl's arms, trying to hit her with his small hooves. There was no way he would allow this.

"Waddles! What's gotten into you?" Shooting Star struggled to get a grip on his body but he managed to slip out and raced for the bedroom again, determined to switch back with that stupid pig.

"Oh, no! No, no, no, no! Waddles!"

He could hear her coming after him and knew she would certainly catch up; he had stubby little legs, after all. Bill scrambled into the bedroom and nudged the door shut with his snout, hurrying over to the closet entrance where that pig in his body was floating, a blank look in its one eye.

"Alright, you! Make your way over here!" he called, scrambling over a box of shoes in the closet to the carpet. The pig floated over slowly, still not appearing to understand a word he was saying.

"Waddles!" Bill froze and listened as Shooting Star ran into the bedroom, looking around frantically for her pet pig. "Where are you?"

He hurriedly climbed onto the blue carpet and rubbed his pig behind on it, feeling a strange tingling in the swine body. Was this what static electricity felt like?

"There you - ! What - ?"

Bill turned his head to look at Shooting Star, who looked startled by the appearance of - oh. Oh.

That darn pig must have accidentally pulled itself into the physical plane because she could definitely see it in his body.

This had to be the stupidest and worst situation he had ever been in.

The girl's expression changed from one of shock to anger. "You! What are you doing here, Bill?"

He had no choice. Bill ran for the triangle as the pig sank lower, its eye flitting about lazily. He practically leapt on the pig in his body and was pleased to feel himself ripped from the swine's rightful body and thrown back into his own. Before Shooting Star could comprehend what had occurred, he vanished into the mindscape.

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Mabel frowned at her beloved pig in her arms, who was wiggling about happily. Why was he having mood swings? Waddles loved going into the kitchen to eat with her, so why had he been so adamant about staying in her grunkle's room instead?

The pig oinked quietly, making her coo momentarily and hug him tight. There also was the issue of Bill too... why had that triangle guy shown up and just floated there?

Oh, well. Maybe she'd ask her brother later.

Several hours later, the girl forgot about the incident and would not recall it until after a certain sock opera's events.

Short one-shot, sorry. I didn't want to drag it out. I love this idea, though. It was hilarious to write.