On the third week of Coraline's stay in Gravity Falls, she gave everyone dolls.

Miniature versions of them, actually.

Mabel and Neil cooed over the mini them while Dipper and everyone else were confused but appreciative. Stan and Ford initially refused to take them, but within two nights of receiving them, Mabel had pictures of both them cuddling their twin's doll. Jill and Bill also received ones, but these were more plushies, in the form of their shape form.

"Thank you, but this kind of feels like Mabel's territory." Jill voiced as she examined the little star plushie. "What brought this on?"

Coraline shrugged. "I like having an eye on everyone." She walked away, leaving the demon both confused and a little unsettled. She looked down at the button eye of the plush.

For some reason, it felt like it was watching her.

Jill and Bill both put theirs in the small space where they kept most of their belongings. (Mabel jokingly called it their Hammerspace.) And then they moved on. The former was trying to keep her other brother focused on his wedding and away from taking a peek at Gravity Falls. The latter was, due to his sister, forced to keep an eye on his bondmates.

It was a month later when human form Jill stumbled into the kitchen late at night. She had to pop over to Maine to calm Evan's worries and that had taken all day. Hunger rumbling in her stomach, Jill opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of Chinese she had deemed hers.

She turned around and froze. A minute later, Bill was forcibly yanked into the kitchen. "What?" he snapped, annoyed. "Shooting Star's having some lovely nightmares-" Jill pointed. He followed her finger.

"Isn't that-"

"Yep."

"I thought you put that in your Hammerspace."

"I did!"

Jill's plush doppelganger stared at them from the table.

In the morning, Wybie walked in to find Jill and Bill both perched on top of the fridge, wide-eyed and staring at the plush. After much apologies, he took it off their hands and burned it.