This same Saturday evening, in Samuel's bedroom, it is almost time for the boy to sleep, but before that... He stares at the demon with empathy. "Bill...?"

He approaches, glowing harder. "What do you want, Fuzzball?"

The kid breathes sorrowfully, asking a painful question. "I don't want to pester you, but... I'd really like to know what you did in that notebook. If you wouldn't mind..."

"Oh, so you can blab it all away to Pinetree?" He reacts angrily, crossing his arms.

"I would never do that! I did promise you!"

"And you almost destroyed that promise earlier today!" He frowns.

Sammy gets a scare, figuring he'd be able to hear the very small "but" he told Dipper at the park. "But I didn't in the end! I swear I wouldn't tell him without your consent. Our promise comes first and foremost! But... it would help me be more true to my word if I knew that it wasn't anything to be worried of..."

Bill stays silent for a bit before giving a hint, painfully. "... It's about... my past..."

"Something you did...? Long ago, or closer to that...?" Samuel wants to be genuine and encouraging, but...

Bill is clearly bothered about the subject. "I don't wanna talk about it... yet..."

The boy doesn't know if this is the right time to say this, but goes through with it anyway. "Bill, maybe this isn't the best decision to tell you this right now, but... I might have something for you... So, do you mind giving me your right hand...? Please...?"

The demon does so and looks at him with some thoughts. "It's gonna be something silly, isn't it?"

"You'll have the right to decline it if you don't like it. But please close your eyes... Sorry, I mean... please close your eye." Bill makes a sigh sound and does. He feels something on his arm. "You can open it now."

As he opens his eye and looks at his right arm. "What the heck is that?" He wears a yellow cloth as a knot, one that has a diagonal pattern as a decoration, giving the impression that it represents a bunch of yellow triangles glued to each together.

"It's... well... a friendship bracelet... I made it for you!" He shows his. "The same type I have and gave to my friends."

Bill is very confused, but manages to hide it by reacting with disgust instead. "Why would I ever wear something like that? I have nothing to do with what links you to Pinetree and Shooting star!"

Sammy tries to justify it with logic. "Well, believe it or not... It's a sign that we're a group... A sign that we all care about each other... Because we do... All three of us want to help you, Bill... We all think you can leave your regrets behind and feel happy again..." He sighs. "But I expected that reaction, so... You can remove it if you don't want it."

The demon answers with confusion. "Well I can try to keep it... for now..." Deep inside him... Bill feels some gratitude... A feeling of trust with the kid. And so he surprises himself saying... "Tomorrow... I'll show you those pages..."

Sammy touches Bill's top hat affectionately. "Thank you..."

Bill gets annoyed and shakes the human hand away while adjusting his hat a bit. "Hey, stop that!"

The kid gets curious. "Oh yeah, I've never seen you without the hat. Can you remove it? Can it even fall off?"

The demon answers honestly. "I can remove it if I want, but it never leaves me. It's basically part of my body!"

Samuel giggles amused, but then he looks at Bill's eye. His stare is serious. "... Sorry if that offended you. And again, thanks for opening up to me." He then goes to sleep.

Bill stares at the bracelet, lost in thoughts... He has some confusion as to what he has done to deserve this. But at the same time, he understands... He has shown emotional weaknesses, he has earned Pinetree and Shooting star's forgiveness, even if not entirely yet for the former. He never thought one of the victims of his deals would end up valuing him as a genuine "friend" when said deal maker knows about his evils. And yet here he is, wearing matching bracelets with two of his important former enemies.

On the Sunday morning, Dipper realizes he slept in the middle of his reading sessions. He almost immediately returns to it once he wakes up.

"Bro-bro, you're taking this stuff a little too seriously", states his worried sister. "Have you seen what Bill has done yesterday? Do you think an evil being could do that?"

Dipper knows she makes a great point, but still... A part of him feels a slight hint of concern. But he justifies it anyway. "Grunkle Ford wants me to send him these informations, so it makes sense that I take knowledge of it too, isn't it?"

Mabel gives up. "Okay then... Well I'll go make my breakfast, I'll bring you yours..."

"Thanks!" First thing Dipper does is scan the pages and organize an email to Ford so he can take knowledge of what happened between Samuel, themselves, and Bill.

Meanwhile, Samuel gets awaken by Bill's hand shaking his head, and a cheerful yell. "WAKEY WAKEY!"

He opens his eyes in pure confusion. "Bill...? What's going on?"

"It's Sunday, daytime. You should be having fun instead of sleeping so much!" Bill speaks from experience, he loves fun. But maybe waking up his vessel was a bad move.

Yet he takes it well. "Okay fine... But I also have some chores to do today, so sorry to disappoint you."

Bill is annoyed. "I'm so lucky to be a demon... I would lose my mind as a flesh bag, always having stuff to do instead of having fun..."

Samuel feels offended at being made fun of. He immediately speaks up with an annoyed tone. He did get less sleep than what he intended, after all. He does not want to cause a conflict. So he stands up. "What do you want?"

Bill is a little shy about it, but he speaks anyway. "I told you I was ready to show you those pages... So I suppose I wanted that to happen soon." He makes an half-excuse. "Before you make me change my mind!" He turns around, making the pages appear. But then he turns around again with them on hand and... "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Samuel fell asleep again already.

He sighs, audibly that is... "Okay, new plan... He'll listen to me one way or another!" With that statement, he enters his puppet's head.

In the dreaming state, Sammy is currently floating in a dreamless void. He then hears. "Well well well..." Pictures of Bill start showing all around him before the real deal shows up in front of him. "Thought you could escape me, Fuzzball?"

He gets confused. "Bill...? What do you mean? Oh, did I fall asleep...?" The demon gives an annoyed stare which pretty much confirms his theory. "Yeah, sorry, but... you might've underestimated how much humans need their sleep."

Bill shrugs and takes his cane. "Well, I don't blame you. In fact... I should thank you because..." He starts yelling with a proud evil edge to his voice "THIS IS EVEN BETTER!"

The kid panics from his tone and feeling what seems like a giant earthquake all around. Bill, using his control over the dreamscape, recreates Weirdmageddon as accurately as possible. The Fearamid comes out of the ground, the colored weirdness bubbles floating around, all the crazy and creepy sights just casually existing, all the animals having obtained different attributes... This feels like a nightmarish sight, and yet, Bill claims. "This is, my biggest dream!"

Samuel is speechless for a while. He feels horrified, with a look of terror and panic. "This is... horrible... terrifying... Bill, why? Why make this a reality?"

Bill speaks loudly again. "Because it's FUN!" He lets out an strong evil laugh, carried away by what he managed to do. But it doesn't last. He then floats downwards silently, a disappointed, broken expression on his eye. And slowly... His joyful facade breaks. He snaps his fingers, which makes everything that he created freeze in time for now. "And then... I lost everything... Pinetree and Shooting star, and all their friends and partners... They undid this." He feels anger.

"And just like I already explained to you three..." He talks with a very frustrated tone "I lost my lifelong dream, my evil masterpiece... EVERYTHING... When this joyride ended... So did a giant part of me..." He hides his sadness and sorrow behind fury as he makes thunder clap in the distance of the dream

Sammy remains silent, but he recognizes the feelings... Bill is very frustrated, and also... somehow depressed. What was taken away from him was something that he held very, very dear. It was his greatest desire, his greatest wish. The kid can get a very good idea of how tragic this must feel to any living being, despite the circumstances of what the demon wanted to do.

Samuel then somehow manages to affect his own dream... It causes representations of his two friends to appear. The demon is initially shocked as he sees the two representations of his former foes appear.

"What the...? What are they doing here?" He sees the two kids approach him. "What do you want? Why are you here!?" he says with a hint of fear and worry.

"Bill, we want to help you. Even if You deserve a second chance." The dream Dipper extends his right arm towards him.

"Even if you lost your initial one... we want to make you feel better and find other happiness." Dream Mabel does the exact same thing as her brother.

Samuel tries a genuine smile of compassion as he also extends his right arm towards him. "Don't ever forget it... We all want to help you..."

Bill looks at the three hands waiting for a contact. He looks at the three differently colored friendship bracelets those humans have. And he looks at his right hand to see his with confusion in his thoughts. Very slowly... he has his black hand touch theirs. That one, single touch of love and friendship causes Bill to suddenly be hit with more overwhelming emotions.

He brushes off the moment by floating again. "So, you slept enough now, Fuzzball?"

Samuel giggles a bit, embarassed. "I guess so..."

"Okay, so..." Bill cackles. "Careful to that cliff!"

Samuel gets pushed suddenly to a cliff that wasn't there a second ago, by Bill who's laughing. The fear of the situation causes him to wake up.

"Oh good, you FINALLY slept enough!" Bill's voice is very loud and taunting to him

The boy looks at his clock, it is now a little over 10am, a reasonable hour for him to get out of bed. He naively exclaims to the demon, as his memory is a bit fuzzy "I made an odd dream about you... You've shown me your desire and talked about it."

Bill hides his huge desire to go "well, duh, stupid..." and reminds calmly. "... It wasn't a dream... I went to talk to you in your sleep!"

Sammy feels embarrassed. "Oh right, I forgot you could do that..." So he moves along in the conversation. "So you wanted to show me those pages, right? Sorry I fell asleep again..."

Bill brushes his annoyance away. "Eh, whatever... Plus I got to give you a good idea already. But here..." He shows the pieces of paper appearing on his hands. He hands him the first one. "You must recognize it from what I've shown in your dream, right?"

Samuel looks in disbelief. "Oh wow, you drew this? It looks so well made!"

The demon adjusts his bowtie in pride. "Yeah, I have a lot of talents, why are you even surprised?"

So he looks at the drawing. "Yeah, I've seen that floating black pyramid that you summoned in my dream. Under that weird X on the skyline... What is it?"

Bill takes pride. "It is..." He stops for a second because of a sorrowful realization. "It was... my castle, the Fearamid! Floating under the dimensional rift that allowed my arrival to this world!"

He grabs another page. It is full of oddities and creepy sights, some of which Samuel recalls from his dream. Items that turned alive with sharp teeth and lizard tongues, creatures being unnatural, random things being visible where they definitely shouldn't... He gets overwhelmed. "... You like this...? And you wanted to create it...? In our world...? ... This is a lot to process... But... It looks good in drawing form... and you are quite the creative spirit..."

Bill feels a sense of pride from the compliment, then Samuel gets to the most interesting pages. "Oh, wow, who are... those creatures?"

The demon's expression changes into a feeling of sorrow lightning fast from that question. "... My friends. Well they were..."

"Oh, so you made friends before us! That's very nice coming from you! Where are they now?" Samuel realizes his wording and asks with genuine concern, looking at him. "But wait, "were"... Are they...?"

Bill gets frustrated, he wants to avoid showing sadness. "We got separated forever when Pinetree, Shooting star and co ruined my plans... They were forcefully sent back to the Nightmare Realm while I was left behind after my defeat..."

"I'm really sorry for you..." Samuel tries grabbing his hand to make him feel better. Their shared friendship bracelet gets very close and Bill notices.

The demon realizes how, despite how silly the whole concept is to him, having that piece of cloth on his arm does influence his spirit. But he then takes a slightly firmer grip. "Don't... tell... Pinetree!"

Samuel doesn't hesitate. "I won't! Not until you give me your blessing!"

Bill's grip softens a bit. "Good..." He starts pointing at the drawings. "This is Teeth, this is Keyhole, this is 8-Ball..." He speaks in strong details about what they were like, with a lot of passion towards how cool his weird friends are. He almost can't stop his speeches. Sammy can't help but find this cute and admirable, as he listens to his triangular companion with strong interest and respect.

Meanwhile, at the Pines bedroom, Mabel finishes her breakfast with a slightly frustrated expression, while her brother remained on the computer this whole time.

"Alright, it's all done! I sent all the important notes to grunkle Ford."

His sister reacts immediately. "Okay, now can you please drop it for today?"

He turns around, feeling offended, but then he takes a good look at her face to find her a bit disappointed.

"Ever since summer started, you've been into this mystery and creatures stuff. I thought coming back home would help us settle back to normal... but now you're going back to that with all of this Bill stuff."

Her brother tries to be logical. "But Mabel, you also got involved yourself. You want to help Bill a lot more than what I'm willing to do."

"It's true, but... It's been so long since we could enjoy a day together without paranormal stuff affecting things. Can't we just enjoy this Sunday like we used to?"

Dipper looks at his desk, and seeing the notebook and computer open, with his job done, he takes a decision. He gives a slight smile, closes the computer and puts the notebook in his school bag before turning back. "Alright, we will. How about you choose a game? Board game or video game, I'm up for anything!"

His sister squees and hugs him before going to look for one.

And so a very regular Sunday passes for each of the kids. One where they all felt pleasure and accomplishment, away from worrying about unnatural things.

Author notes: So I was debating a little about if it was a little too soon for Bill to show his drawings to someone, but I'm as a whole satisfied with making it here as a trade for opening up. And I didn't plan for it at first, but the friendship bracelet gift from way early into the story turned out to be a more important symbolic than I thought.

Thanks for reading!