Here's the third one in the collection. Again, I'm about as creative as a blind beaver so it's another fan comic adaptation. However, I added my own twist on the ending. Hope you enjoy xx

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Warm fingers, curled around my right hand. Who-? I tried to open my eyes but it made my head buzz. A harsh beeping noise, getting faster and faster. I tried to move, but couldn't muster the energy. The inside of my eyelids were orange, warm and cosy. Where was I?

A soft clicking noise and then a voice, "-Dipper?" It was Mabel! I tried to signal to her I was okay, tried to move my arm or my leg or something. The fingers suddenly stiffened and held tighter onto my hand.

"Dipper…" it was Mabel again, her voice growing louder, "Please wake up, brobro." What-? Wake up? "You can do it. I know you can."

Hearing her voice, so sad and worried seemed to give me a sudden surge of strength. I tightened my hand around hers and slowly slid open my eyes.

"M- mabel..?" my voice sounded hollow and raspy. I saw the blurry outline of her face. She grinned a huge happy smile and a fresh wave of tears splashed onto her sweater.

"Y- yeah, Dipstick?"

"I'm home…" I smiled as best I could. Every inch of my face felt restricted, as did my body, Like I was coated in sellotape, horrible. Mabel's eyes lit up, tears flushing her pink cheeks. She rubbed her eyes still smiling.

"W- welcome back…" she breathed, and then without warning, reached out and yanked my ear, "What made you think that stabbing yourself was an okay thing to do?!"

I cried out, not because it hurt, but because of what she'd said. Stabbed myself? What?

"Mabel-?" I gasped, pulling free of her grasp, "What are you-? I didn't- What are you talking about?!" She drew back, looking confused and even more tearful than ever.

"Dip? You don't remember..?"

"Remember what?" I asked, looking around for the first time. I was in a brightly lit room, in a bed with bandages and plasters covering almost every inch of my skin. Everything hurt. What had happened?

"I found you last week, lying in the woods, Dip." Mabel explained, "There was a knife in your hand and you'd been stabbed. Why did you stab yourself Dipper?!" She cried again.

Stabbed myself? I hadn't- I didn't, did I? A week ago, did she just say? Wait, what?! I ripped back the blanket on the bed. A thick bandage was bound tightly around my middle, a faint stain of red in the centre of it. I gasped, and brought my hands up to my face. Something twanged with pain as I lifted my left hand. I stared down.

A needle. An IV stuck in my hand and I tried to tear it out of my skin but Mabel put a hand on my arm.

"No, you need to keep that on, Dip…"

I hate needles! Always have. So many confusing questions were cartwheeling through my brain. None of it made any sense. Why am I here? What, or who did all this to me? And why was Mabel accusing me of suicide?

"So, you pulled through, huh kid?" a loud sharp voice rang around my head, "Y'know, I was started to worry you weren't ever gonna wake up, lazy bones!" the voice took up my whole head, and it hurt. Like the pitch was somehow pulling on my eyeballs. I jammed them shut and pushed my face into my knees, trying to block out the sound. Mabel's surprised clamorings were barely audible above that voice.

"So I'm gonna go out on a limb here, and say that you don't know what's your sister's rambling on about, correct?" My head was burning and I couldn't reply, "Well, Pine Tree. It's quite simple. You did knife yourself, in some valiant attempt to get me outta your system." I suddenly realised who it was. Bill Cipher. Somehow, he was talking to me telepathically, "It worked too, but not how you were hoping it would. You see, the vessel ain't dead yet, is it? So, you're still gonna have to watch your back from now on if you wanna keep that body of yours. Once it's healed up and is actually useful to me, I'll be back. But for now. Get well soon, Pine Tree…" a maniacal laugh echoed around ears and I dug my face deeper into the blanket, and then all at once, it stopped.

Total silence, for what seemed like hours. The words seemed to repeat themselves, "the vessel ain't dead yet…". Bill had inhabited my body and was going to do something terrible, but I stopped him. I tried to kill myself to destroy the vessel, and his source of power… What did he mean, "I'll be back"? What else did he want? Surely all he wanted was to see me hurt, or maybe Mabel… Mabel! Bill tried to use my body to kill Mabel!

My face, still buried in my knees, was suddenly wrenched upwards by strong hands and I nearly yelled out again, thinking it was Bill.

"Dipper! Hey, Dipper! Snap outta it buddy!" a low, familiar voice penetrated the dull quiet in my head. I didn't move. The hands were gripping the sides of my face, the voice still shouting my name, but I didn't have the energy, or motivation to open my eyes.

"Dip! What's wrong with you? C'mon buddy, come back!" Now I knew the voice. It was Grunkle Stan. Again, I desperately tried to open my eyes but couldn't find the strength. It felt like Bill had drained all my energy when he left my head, like he wanted me to feel helpless and scared after his presence. Hands were slapping my face now.

"C'mon dude! Wake up, Dipper!" a different voice. Not Stan or Mabel, but another girl's. Wendy! She was here?! This time, I mustered up all my willpower to open my eyes, and a thin strip of yellow flashed in front of them.

"Yes, Dip!" she cried, and that did it. I snapped my eyes open all the way and immediately blinked in the bright light filling my head. Stan was holding me. Wendy, Mabel and Soos were all stood around, staring at me in relief. I looked up at Stan, his eyes glazed over in shock.

"What the heck happened, Dipper?" he asked firmly.

"Uh…" I couldn't find my voice.

"Kid, what happened?" he went on, squeezing my shoulders, "Can you hear me?"

I noticed that my eyes had slid shut again and I struggled to keep them open and alert. Their anxious faces bored into again. Another slap to my cheek and the room slipped suddenly back into clearer focus.

"What-?" I stammered, "Ah, Mabel-! It was Bill, he- it was him! I did it to stop him. He- he was going to hurt you! And everyone else." I stared around at everyone else, who were all fixed on me, their faces etched with concern. I met Mabel's eyes and at first, it looked like she didn't believe me but as she registered the sincerity in my face, a look of terror filled her rosy cheeks.

"Bill?" Stan's gruff voice as he dropped me back down on the bed, "You sure, Dipper? Was that him in your head just now?" I nodded. "But why did he get in your head now? What did he want?"

"After I- I stopped him," the memory flooded back, I couldn't bring myself to say the words, "He said I'd failed to kill the vessel-myself, and that it wasn't over. He said he'd be back. But this time, he wouldn't fail. And just now, he got in my head and said he'd take me again as soon as I'm out of here."

The room went silent for a moment as everyone took this in.

"Great work kid." I yelled out as Bill's scathing voice rang in my ears again, "Y'know, I didn't think you were dumb enough to go blurting it out everywhere, I mean what the heck? Not like you, mystery kid." Although I couldn't hear them, Stan and Wendy were yelling and I was being shaken around like a rag doll. "So Pinetree, here's the deal. Since you and I are both impatient guys, I ain't gonna wait much longer, save you worrying. Now say your goodbyes 'cos I'll be seeing you tonight."

When Bill released me, tears drenched my face.

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Confused? Don't worry, so am I. I'll be uploading a kind of prequel to this in the next chapter x