A/N: *slams this here violently, with tears in my eyes* I FINALLY DID IT. Also, I wanted to make it longer but then I realized "Hey, maybe I can pick it up after". So I did. :3

A lonely existence was unavoidable. Only he could understand what he knew, and what he will know, and what he will NOT know, and what he was trying to forget. He could talk, or demonstrate who he was, he could try. Except... he knew it was pointless. It was pointless to do anything... wasn't it? Heh.

He sat there, beside his fallen statue, over his fallen kingdom's soil. An arm, the only one left complete of the pair, phased through the grass below him. He couldn't feel its thin exterior, he couldn't even read its small aura. He was so... powerless.

Footsteps neared, once again. They always seemed louder when they come than when they leave. It was frightening.

He used what little particles of energy he had to hide himself, as he always did. In fear. He was scared, never had he died before. He had watched himself die, in other dimensions and in the same. When he watched himself, never could he imagine that he would grow to be so pitiful. Disgusting. Weak. Vulnerable. They would kill him. They would kill him. They would kill him, surely. So he used his powers to conceal himself and his magic signature.

Day after day, they'd come and go. Week after week, they'd point at, and abuse his frozen body. Month after month, he'd sit, rot, and cry. Year, after slow, depressing year he survived just barely keeping himself alive. He'd cry every time, and fear for his life. Bill Cipher was alone. He always had been.

Stripped of his power and publicly humiliated on a daily basis for over four years.

It was almost humbling.

"Mabel!" Dipper complained, his voice cracking loudly like it so often did.

His sister snickered happily behind her sweater, now wearing and running around with the precious hat that was given to him some months ago. She jumped into the healthy tree that grew almost too perfectly in their backyard and climbed it like a monkey. "You'll only get it if you catch me~!" She teased.

"I'll just get you when you die of heat exhaustion, you dink!" Dipper called jokingly, beginning to climb the tree. His sister squealed and lowered herself onto a branch so she could make an easy drop on the ground. "Mabel!" He called again.

His twin just giggled her way across the yard. She began to run again once he was out of the tree and ready to chase her.

Mr. and Mrs. Pines (their parents) watched, smiling from their backyard's porch. The school year was closing once again, the last drops of morning dew shimmered on the grass and the hot California air slowly evaporated its drops into moisture. This summer, and many summers after this, the twins would visit and re-visit their grunkles in Gravity Falls, Oregon.

Dipper Pines was lonely. In Gravity falls were his true friends and two awesome great uncles. It's where he spent the few months that changed his life and perception of the world forever. The summers, even after the oddpocalypse, continued to change his life. Whether if it was his thirst for adventure growing, or his sense of morality skewing and changing, it always changed him in some ways.

Although, there were always constants. He (or, in his eyes, Mabel) always seemed to have friends, he was always lonely and isolated himself the forest whenever the need be. (Not counting times where it became cursed). His grunkles were almost always there, and never seemed to age or even change.

"Dipper, stop sulking and get your ass outside! That old rock isn't going to clean itself!"

In fact, one of them was telling him to 'get his ass outside' to clean one of his attractions. Dipper sighed, even after all the years he's spent at Gravity Falls, he never stopped 'helping out' around the shack. Another constant, he supposed. He put down the backpack he was loading for a later exposition and grabbed a rag and spray bottle, along with a few pointy tools. He gave his Grunkle Stanley a positive "yep" before heading out the creaky shack's doors. He swore that place was going to collapse sooner or later...

He traveled the tour path left from the mystery shack, it seemed so much longer on foot. Usually, he would take the cart but Mabel and Wendy were "borrowing" it for a while. The path was lined with trees and shrubbery, and the grass was wet and muddy off the trail. The air was hard to breathe today and he grimaced at the moist scent of dirt. This walk would have been a lot better if he wasn't in the boggier part of the forest. His footsteps were surprisingly quiet in the bog, and barely audible with the forest background. He stopped before a relatively large statue. He stared at it, it was still harmless after all these years.

He walked closer, kneeling down so he could better clean it. He sprayed the large eye on the statue's triangular surface and wiped a bit of the graffiti off. He huffed when even after giving it his all, its faded lines were still visible. He sprayed it and tried again, baring his teeth stressfully when it still wouldn't come off.

"-e? I'm sorry." A voice said, cracking.

A chill ran down Dipper's spine, rippling throughout his body. He immediately stopped his ministrations and turned his head towards the source. The voice was familiar, but was too deep and he couldn't recall what it was from. The brunette rose slowly from his spot and scanned the area. He frowned when he seen that no one was there. He was alone. Not seconds later, it spoke again. The voice was terrified... it squeaked and cracked with fear, pain and anguish Dipper had only heard a few times before.

The tone was still foreign to Dipper's ears. He listened to it plea. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry- I'mSorryI'mSorryImSorryImSorryImSorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry! I was reckless, I was so stupid. Demons are stupid, I saved them from their dying dimension and THEY WERE STILL SCARED OF ME. I ruined my one chance to live in a 3D world for what?"

"3D world...?" Dipper frowned, face scrunching up like he just sucked a lemon. He concluded that this voice, whoever it was, needed further inspection. Its talk of demons, no doubt, had freaked him out. He walked around the statue, to the other side. "Hello? Are you okay?" He asked.

The voice hitched. Dipper snapped his head towards the statue. There, right next to it he seen a shimmering blue light. Just looking at it made him sad. It force filled him with pity and sorrow. He decided to further question the emotion bending whatever-this-was. "...Hi, my name's Dipper. I'm not sure what's wrong, or how I could help, or if I even can... but... what are you?"

Defeat, fire, banishment, stone, ARM. Bill looked to his arm, it suddenly stung with a ghost pain from when it was torn off. Torn off by Pine Tree.

"A lingering essence of a soul." He replied, quietly.

When he looked up, he could see the gears turning in the kids' head. He knew Pine Tree was bright, but he hoped the brunet wouldn't put two and two together. When Pine Tree opened his mouth, Bill emotionally cringed. His soul screamed fear and panic. "...So, you're a ghost?"

Tension expelled and Bill's shimmering form relaxed. "...kind of." He let his powers go. He was already found out, and trying to cloak himself was only making him weaker. If he were not killed, he'd die. Slowly and carefully, he was revealed in his current form.

Dipper's eyes widened.

What a mistake on Bill's part. Ha. Idiot.