Dipper had visited the mindscape of his Gruncle Stan before, and as he looked around he thought that Preston's head was oddly similar. The woods behind him devoid of color, a path filled with broken things that seemed fit for a younger child, leading up to a twisted version of the Northwest Manor. This time however, he was without the companionship of Sooz or Mabel.
Unfortunately, he was not alone either. A single spot of color in the greyscale environment shown out as the yellow triangle floated beside him.
"You know Pine Tree." Bill's voice mocked him as he zoomed around Dippers head, spinning his cane as he did so. "You never did specify that I ever had to let you out of this guy's head at all. It would be funny to lock you in here forever."
"Why you-" Dipper angrily swung at Bill, who didn't bother to dodge letting the fist pass harmlessly through him.
"Relax. If I kept you in here I wouldn't be able to collect on my side of the bargain." Suddenly Bill shifted in size, towering over Dipper and his voice deepened and distorted. "And I have great plans for what we will do when you uphold your side."
Just as suddenly, he shrunk down to normal size. "So lets be on our way shall we?"
Dipper took a deep breath in and let it out, following the demon up the path towards the twisted manor. He hadn't thought it would be easy, and his trials with Bill were only just beginning.
-b-
"Dipper!" Mabel yelled, shaking her snoring brother, who was out cold on the floor beside Preston Northwest. "Dipper what have you done!"
"I love my father," Pacifica said slowly, "But I cant let Dipper do this for me. Is there some way to stop him?"
Mabel grabbed Dipper's Journal and was racing through its contents when a knock came to the door. Despite her shaking, Pacifica went to open it and her jaw dropped.
-b-
"Do you even know where to start, Pine Tree?" Bill was idly spinning his cane as Dipper considered the various doorways before him. Fears. Dreams. Memories. Before he knew where his goal was, at least in general. This time he had less knowledge, less time, and didn't have the help of his sister.
"No, I don't." He pointed to Bill, "But you probably do, and you agreed to help me. So you tell me."
Bill caught his cane on its spin and collapsed his palms making the cane disappear between them. "Well short stuff, there are a lot of things that can drive a man mad. But even if they don't end up afraid of it, they always start out that way."
With that, Bill swung aside gesturing Dipper to enter the hallway containing Preston Northwest's fears.
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