Dipper went to do the show and Mystine looked for the cake with the journal in it and saw it suspended in the air and headed on up. As she reached in to get the journal, she suddenly slipped and fell inside, sending the cake plummeting to the ground. Just before it hit the stage, it stopped and was pulled back up again. She gasped as it jerked to a stop and looked up. She clutched the journal close. She saw "Dipper" standing over her, gripping the rope. "How ya doing, Wolfie?" He asked, an impossibly wide smile on his face. "I was doing fine until you possessed my cousins' body." She snapped. Bill laughed at her. "Oh, lighten up! I'm just having some fun!" he said. He let the rope slip for a second, then caught it, jerking her around sharply. He then burst into another fit of laughter.
She winced when she hit the side of the cake. She glared at him. "Yeah? Well it isn't fun for us! No leave my cousins' body or so help me, I'll-" "you'll what? Bark at me?" Bill interrupted. "Okay Fido, let's cut to the chase. Hand over the book, or else." "Or else what?" She asked glaring. "or else..." he took a step backwards. "I'll kill little pinetree here." his smile dropped slightly as said Dipper's nickname, replaced with what looked like... jealousy? Mystine's eyes widened. She clutched the book tightly. She noticed the look of jealously in his eyes and was confused by it. "Why? Why are you doing this?" she asked, trying to stall as much as possible.
Bill's expression turned to rage. He let the rope again, jerking her around. "SHUT UP!" He snapped, his voice echoing demonically. He quickly calmed himself, his voice turning back to normal. "I have my reasons."
Mystine almost fell out that time. She gasped and glared. "There's...Jealously. In your, well my cousin whom you're controlling's eyes...Why? And I know you wouldn't kill your host. He's your only way to get what you want which happens to be my uncle's life's work." Mystine said, ignoring him. She was not handing her Uncle's work over. It was the only thing left of him. And she wasn't going to let him win either. "Good point, Wolfie. I do technically need this body, but I could get a new one..." he replied. "But good point nevertheless." he pulled her slightly higher.
"So how about I sweeten the deal? I know a lot of things, some things you might care to know..." She tilted her head, looking at him suspiciously. "Like what?" she asked. "Maybe some dirt on your old pack? Secrets about gravity falls and its inhabitants?-pinetree would kill for that" he said, acting as if this was as simple as tying your shoes. "Or maybe... reasons behind a certain... disappearance?" he grinned at her, but looked confused for a second.
Bill felt a weird pressure in his head, and was that whispering he heard?
Must be the wind...? Human headaches...?
He ignored it and smiled again. That last part caught Mystine's attention. "What...? What did you just say?" She demanded. She was glaring but looked slightly confused. "You are treading thin ice demon." She growled. Bill laughed. "Did you mishear me?" he asked jokingly "I said, I could give you information on your old boyfriend."
This isn't right. He voice whispered softly in the back of his mind. Her eyes widened. "Wh-but-how?! He died so long ago..." she said, tears starting to fill her eyes. She looked down. She put that behind her...right? Oh, who was she kidding?! She missed him. She let her tears flow. "I...I don't want to know. He's gone...it's been years. I don't need to know anything more. It'll just reopen old wounds..." she replied after a moment. She looked at him. "And you're not getting this book." she growled. Bill glared at her. "Okay then, if you refuse my generous offer..." he hissed, voice starting to echo. "I'll just have to take it from your corpse."
PLEASE. Don't hurt her... the voice whispered. This isn't what I want...
Bill jerked the cake around some more, slamming her against the wall of the cake.
"SHUT UP!" Mystine gasped at the sudden jerk and hit the side and fell out of the cake she managed to grab hold of the side but was quickly losing hold. Bill let the rope slip through his fingers, scraping some of the skin off. His hands caught the rope shortly afterwards, jarring her again and almost knocking her off. "Last chance." he hissed.
'You don't have to do this. Just pull her up and leave.' the voice begged. She almost fell off and glanced down at the far away stage floor and then to him. She glared. "never." she growled and let go. She started falling with the book clutched tightly in her hands. Dipper looked up and saw Mystine falling and gasped. Mable saw too and ran towards the stage. "Mystine!"