Picture is just to show how nerd hipster Bill has become. Has nothing to do with the story... just showing what version I'm imagining.

Stan watched as Dipper gradually drained himself. The younger Pines collapsed. His deer legs buckled before he fell to his grass littered floor and began snoring immediately. Stan sighed. It seemed that every day his great nephew had to wear himself out.

Stan shifted back to his watch guard position as quickly as possible. He could've sworn he heard rustles. His eyes flashed defensively as he glared in the direction it came from. His low hum threatened to roar if any damned creature decided to touch his house.

...and family.

"Relax. It's me. Just on a night walk, Mr.Pines." A voice spoke. Wendy leaped through the bushes onto a patch of clovers. "Are the twins around?"

Stan relaxed himself and sighed, crouching with a hand holding his tired head up, rather than the aggressive, animalistic pose he held before. "Dipper's sleeping." He replied.

"Is Mabel here, or is she still using that crazy method of getting boys?" Wendy asked.

"Still by the lake, drowning guys until she finds one that won't scream. At least she's doing something, I guess."

"How long's Dipper been sleeping?" She asked.

"Just now." Stan said, a bit grumpily. "He won't be in the mood to play for a few days... he..." Stan couldn't really bring himself to say it. No one really could. "He did it."

"What? Boo! That sucks dude. I mean, Mabel's different, Robbie, every one who's... who's given up on humanity is-" Her voice turned harsh and a bit broken. "Really different y'know?"

Stan didn't want to see her cry. So he closed his eyes and pretended to rub them out of irritation. "Yeah, I know. Why don't you go home, I'll get ya when he wakes up."

The werewolf cleared her throat. "You got it, Mr. Pines." She smiled before yelping, getting pulled into the ground, sinking like quicksand by the clovers she stood on.

Stan turned abruptly to Dipper's window as the red werewolf continued to drown. The kid was sleeping peacefully. What the-? Only Dipper had that kind of magic! He turned back to see Wendy gone. He shook his head and crouched back into his original position. The house was fine, so everything was fine. He'd have to warn the family when they wake up, or at least ask Dipper about it.

Dipper smiled, eyes still closed in his false slumber. Only twitching his ear in slight happiness it was finally quiet. Dark blue flowers, that smelt of rain and pine, bloomed in the room as well, despite the obvious lack of sunlight.

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Light shone through the attic window, the blue flowers long gone. The sun captured Dipper's eyelids in it's light, causing them to open gently. Flutter, even. The brown curls on Dipper's head stood up stubbornly, and he noticed. He stood up and stretched both deer and human limbs. Vines whipped around him, fixing his curly brown hair, along with grooming his lighter deer fur. Yellow flowers that smelt of honey vined together atop his head and cut themselves with his antlers, creating a wonderful gold crown type wear.

Another vine nudged him gently. It looked out of place and somewhat different than the others. The smaller, pale and seemingly more fragile vine was holding a familiar blue and white hat. "Heya Pinetree." Echoed through his mind. He huffed angrily and glared at the vine with red eyes, making it shrink down. He couldn't even wear it anymore anyways. Antlers and all.

Three sharp knocks on the door and Dipper calmed, looking to the entrance and ordering the vines to retreat with a flick of his wrist. "Dip, your sister wants to see you. Something about initiation?" A gruff voice said. Pretty sure it was Ford.

Dipper's ears and tail flopped down, disappointed. Oh yeah. "Tell her I'll do it later." His voice betrayed him and cracked midway.

"Would it help if I told you she got that jerk you hate so much?"

Dipper's face lit up, then frowned. Who did he hate again? "Robbie? Tell her I'm over it. I haven't seen him in..." He counted his fingers... aand he didn't have enough. "26 months?"

"No, not that punk. Bill!"

Dipper froze. His vision blurred in and out of old (but definitely not forgotten) memories. Pinetree. Bill. The guy he'd grown to not hate... until he stabbed them in the back. Then guessed he fainted when he heard a thump matching the pain in his head.

Wendy spat out of the plants that littered the floor, gasping. She stared at Dipper wide-eyed, then to the door.

"...Dipper?" His Grunkle's voice called.

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"Please, Mabel, I've changed and I swear I only came to apologize." A blonde man begged, clawing at the land with long, manicured fingernails as a mermaid started pulling him in by his ankle. His other leg struggled along with the rest of his body.

"You lied! You were so cute and I even gave you a makeover!" Mabel yelled, her eyes flashing red. "You left us and the fluvius flu just got worse! It just spread all over again and now we have too kill everything that tries to get in or out, Bill!"

There were tears dripping down her eyes. Her voice turned from anger to sadness so quickly and... and... She thought they could've been friends as kids, and they were. Until he disappeared in an act of betrayal. "Please, Shooting- Mabel. I was a demon. I was bad. I'm good now, I swear! No powers, all human!"

"Bill, you little runt!" Boomed through the forest, followed by multiple trees falling and birds flying. Both froze. Both reconized that yell and Bill wasn't ashamed to admit he needed new pinstriped pants.

Before he knew what hit him, Bill was separated from Mabel's grasp by multiple vines that shot aggressively from the ground. His glasses fell and everything blurred, making it all the more frightening. The plants wrapped around him tightly (completely in violation of personal space, might I add) and only tightened with each struggle.

"Don't kill me! I swear, I like nature now, very calming! Very beautiful! Just don't-" The former demon sobbed, trembling. "Please, I just came to apologize. I'll... uh..." Bill's eyes closed as he was tilted upside down. "Sorry."

There was a crunching of leaves and when he dared peek through his eyelids he was met way to close with an almost familiar, yet blurred face. He shreiked and cringed, breathing hard as a headrush kicked in. "You have two eyes."

Bill blinked. He didn't deny nor accept the apology. "Yeah... I got it back when I uh... yeah. Still had magic." (Too bad he couldn't have forseen his visit to the optometrist before he lost his magic) He sputtered a bit. "Can... can you puh- put me down?"

With a thunk he was dropped to the ground, lightly groaning. He jumped back to his feet in a matter of seconds and gave the twins a giant forced grin. Both seemed to just stare at him. Not glare. Just... stare at him like they were surprised... but not really.

He noticed the twins move... had they started glaring at each other? If yes, it was mostly Mabel. Was he really that hated? "Bill, the forest welcomes you and I hope you'll enjoy the rest of your stay." The cervitaur finally spoke.

Bill jumped at the growl coming from the water, turning into gurgles as the mermaid's head sank away. "I'm not really staying... You know, laws to bend, deals to breeeaaa- ahem. Yeah." Dipper was glaring at him now.

"Stay." The word was grit out angrily. "I insist. You can stay in the shack."

Bill stepped away nervously. "I have... hu- muh, ah, stuff to do. Like changing my pants. So I really best be going. Again. Sorry, but I gotta edge outta here." He began a brisk walk back to his vehicle, away from the lake and hopefully any other monsters. Dipper stalked right beside him.

He silently. Silently. Walked right next to him. As Bill tripped on roots a few times, Dipper was steady. Bill cleared his throat and Dipper's eyes just narrowed. Heck, Bill even tried to walk next to a tree, but Dipper kept his pace and scooted around it. Bill stopped near a clearing. There was an awkward silence when Dipper didn't leave.

Dipper sighed and handed Bill something he'd been carrying. Glasses. "You dropped these, so I picked them up."

Bill put them on and got a better look at Dipper. He stepped back. "Yeesh, you look wild." He cleared his throat when he got a red eyed glare. "Yeah... thanks, kid. Again, I'm sorry for any hurt feelings I may have caused. You can go home now." Bill's eye twitched.

Dipper crossed his arms. "First tell me how you got here and maybe I won't drag you with me."

Bill smiled a bit nervously. "Okay, flower power." Dipper noticed Bill's eyes flicking between him and the flower crown on his head.

Bill guided Dipper into the clearing. A freaking car. "You got in by car?!" Dipper grit his teeth in a slight annoyance. How did he not sense that? He trotted closer to it, examining it. What kind of car was it, anyways?

"Not just any car, flower. She's my precious corn chip." He gently fell onto the front of the ferrari and pet the headlights lovingly. "Isn't that right, yellow fire?"

Dipper shivered. He named his car? "Bill, stop talking to your car and tell-" His voice cracked ever so slightly. "And tell me how you got in."

Bill stood up, broken from his own little world. "Oh, I just, y'know, noticed you yesterday murdering a few people and snuck in while you and Mabel had a conversation."

Dipper's ear flicked in annoyance. "Yeah. Okay. So, whatever, man. Are you going to stay or not? I have stuff I'm dealing with right now, so... either I murder you now or later."

Bill paused. He looked hard at a tree. He looked really... sad. Were his eyes watering? "Yeah, I'll go with a kid." His breath seemed unsteady. He walked to the trunk of his car and hesitated when he grabbed his bags, like he was looking at something. "I had plans ready for a very important deal... but it can wait until I change your mind about killing me."

He picked something up and zipped it in his bag. (Which had a mini top hat and bow tie.) Dipper scrunched his nose. His eyes flared red in annoyance as Bill walked next to the cervitaur. Why was he really here? It most certainly wasn't just to apologize. I mean, who does that?

"Bill Cipher. I'm not going to change my mind. You already had your second chance. Please don't think we're giving you a third one or something." He began walking.

Bill's expression tensed. He opened his mouth to apologize again, but Dipper got to speak first.

"The forest doesn't forgive you. Neither do I, but we still offer our hospitality."

Bill gulped and chewed the inside of his lip. He followed Dipper, longingly looking at his car, then facing forward as the brunette led him to his eventual doom. Bill repeated in his mind who he was soing this for and why. "No hard feelings, kid. Hopefully, I mean, you can't be mad at me forever, right?"

Dipper glared at him and honestly thought of killing him right there.

"...right?"