Bill had horrible dreams that night. They were filled with gruesome scenes containing massive amounts of blood and death. In the beginning of the dream he was being tortured by two unknown beings, but he knew who they were now. They slashed at him with knives and whispered discouraging things into his ears. But that was not the most disturbing thing of the dream that had caught him.

What caught him was the very last scene.

He was holding a long dagger in his hand and his black, dress shoe was pressed up against the neck of someone. He was holding down Will. Will had been crying and struggling against Bill's foot. Bill had to watch himself, in third person, torture his twin and stab Will till all the life bled out of him like the shy twin's blood...

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Bill shot up in bed, slamming his head into the slanted room. Sweat dripped down his face like rain and his chest was rising and falling heavily, quickly. He examined the room frantically and when his eyes landed on Will, his heart contracted. Mind still foggy, Bill leapt out of his bed and threw himself at Will and hugged him as tight as he could.

Will let out a scream and flailed around helplessly for a moment before he realized what was happening. Will looked down at Bill, utterly confused, before poking his blonde twin's head. "Uh, B-Bill, what are y-you doing?"

Bill opened his eyes slowly and became aware of his actions. Embarrassed, he yanked himself back and stumbled towards his own bed. "I-I... Sleep walking...yeah."

Will cocked an eye brow and blinked. "You were...sl-sleep hugging?"

Bill's face turned red and that only made him angry since being embarrassed was his least favorite emotion. "Yes..."

Will only shrugged it off and yawned, stretching his skinny arms. "A-are we going t-to get my cupcake?"

Bill sighed heavily and dropped back onto his bed, the memory of his nightmare still swimming clearly just behind his vision. "I guess so," he responded quietly.

"S-something wrong?" Will asked in an equally quiet tone.

"No. Forget it," Bill spat and sat up from his bed. He then proceeded to grab Will and jerk him straight out of bed and down the stairs to the living room.

"Sl-slow down!" Will cried as he fell right after Bill and landed face first onto the wooden floor.

Bill whipped around, hissing through his teeth and mentally slapped himself for being in such an unnecessary rush. "Sorry!" he exclaimed, not wanting Grunkle Stan to come marching in and punishing him.

Will leaned back, sitting on his butt, and was silent for a moment before tears filled his eyes. "O-ow!"

Bill stamped his foot. "Jesus Christ, Will, don't cry!"

Will held his face in his hands, groaning. "Th-that hurt, you j-jerk!"

"I'm trying to get you a cupcake!" Bill exclaimed in an annoyed manor.

Will was on the move to cry and Bill didn't want his twin to be here when it happened. The blonde hefted his brother off of the ground, holding all of the weight in his arms, and lumbered out.

"You are so freaking heavy; too heavy for someone of your size," Bill grunted out as he shoved the door open.

Will chuckled a little and sniffed, wiping his not-yet-shed tears. "S-sorry," he whimpered and Bill rolled his eyes in turn.

"Shut up," he spat and set Will down on a log. "You need to be tougher."

Will swallowed and shrunk back. "I...I can't b-be tough," he murmured pathetically.

Bill stood up and put his hands on his hips, puffing his chest out proudly. "Of course you can be tough! You just gotta practice! Then you won't be such a wuss!"

Will cast his gaze downward. "I d-don't know..."

Bill exhaled softly, trying to think of a way to change his brother. "You have to talk strong and walk confidentially! It's all crucial!"

Will stood up shakily from the log. "I can't do th-that."

"Sure you can!" Bill was trying his best to be supportive. "Walk like this!" Bill then turned and began to take long, confident strides, arms swinging and head held high.

Will watched him almost blankly. "I don't w-walk like that."

Bill groaned. "Oh come on. At least try!"

"Hey, Blueberry!"

Bill twirled around, eyes as big as platters, and his gaze landed straight upon the hot, teenage, red-head, girl.

Wendy walked straight up to them, wearing her classic green flannel, jeans, and muddy boots. She smiled brightly and waved at them. Well, more at Will. She flicked her grass-green gaze to Bill. "Hey, Bill!"

Blueberry? What type of stupid name is that?! But Bill just waved and smiled on the outside. "Wendy! Hi!"

She walked straight up to the log where Will was now sitting once again. "How's it going guys?" she asked, crossing her legs.

Will smiled sheepishly, blush dusting his cheeks. "F-fine, I guess."

Bill darted up to Wendy rapidly and and sat down right next to the red-head. "We were just about to go down to the store!"

She glanced over at the blonde. "Cool, man!" Wendy turned back to Will almost instantly and Bill was seething with jealousy. "So, what you going to the store for?"

Will's face was so pink, it looked like someone spilt paint on him. "T-to get m-me a c-cupcake."

Wendy chuckled. "I could get you one!"

"NO!" Bill leapt up and stood in front of them, making them both jump with shock. "I'm being a good brother and taking Will to the store to get one. You can stay here, Wendy."

Wendy blinked a couple times, obviously confused. "Um... I guess," she said slowly.

The blonde walked up to her, smiling. "We'll be back soon. Besides, we don't need you getting fired because Will was in need of something stupid."

Wendy's smile slowly vanished, but she nodded. "Yeah, ok, I'll get going then." She stood up and brushed off her pants. "I'll see yah later, Muffin!" She winked at Will and turned around, walking back to the gift shop.

"Sh-she's so pr-pretty..." Bill heard Will whisper.

Bill whipped around, hate and jealousy radiating off of him. "WHAT THE HECK?!"

Will fell off the log, backwards, and let out a squeak of alarm.

"What is with her and you?! You're a shy looser!" Bill stomped around, red faced and furious.

Will peeked up from the top of the log, sad and baffled. "She-she just l-likes me, I g-guess," he murmured.

Bill growled in frustration. "This is so unfair!"

Will gave his twin puppy-dog-eyes. "B-but, it's n-not like I'm trying."

Bill didn't dare fall for the adorable trick. "No, I bet you are."

Will sniffled and dropped down onto his back so he could stare at the sky.

Bill wasn't done ranting. "I bet-" Bill suddenly collapsed onto the forest floor, legs giving out and mind shutting down.

Will shot up and observed over the log at his unconscious twin. "BILL!" He heaved himself up and hopped over the log and ran over to the blonde. "Bill, wake up!"

But Bill was lost inside of his own mind.

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Bill suddenly was dropped into an all white landscape, no scenery or visible sky nor ground, just white. "H-hello...?" he called out curiously, backing away into the nothingness.

"Help us," said one voice.

"Save us," said another.

"We'll give you something in return!" The first voice exclaimed.

Bill looked around wildly, but the source of the voices remained unknown. "What?! Who are you?! What do you want?!"

Suddenly, a silhouette of a boy appeared and walked straight up to the blonde. "Save us and we'll reward you." It was the first voice that had spoken.

"I've learned to not trust spooky demon things! I'm out!" Bill turned on his heel and went to leave, but was suddenly restrained. He glanced down, surprised, and found neon-blue chains shackling his feet down. "No...no, God, no," he pleaded and turned around slowly to see the boy again.

But it wasn't a silhouette. The boy, Dipper, hovered above the ground in his mutilated form, the bloody hole still gaping in his midsection. "Help. Us."

Bill tried to yank his feet out of the chains, but that only resulted in him falling straight on his face. "Oh, crap!"

Dipper sneered and walked over the Bill, kneeling down. "How about this, Bill — do I really need to repeat myself? — you help us escape and we'll return the favor for you."

"No! Never!" Bill screamed and tried to kick at the Dream Demon, but his plan failed miserably. "You know what I said last time!"

Dipper seemed to be growing impatient. "Help us, BT! Help us escape this prison! This Hell! You will be rewarded!"

"I know not to help you! You even look like bad news!" Bill continued to struggle against the restraints.

A pair of chains shot up from the white surface and held the blonde's hands back and over his head.

"I could play this game all day, Pines," Dipper smirked.

"And so could I!" Bill retorted.

The level of patients in Dipper was wearing thin. "You will be rewarded, you idiot! Listen to me!"

How did Bill get out of this situation last time? The teen couldn't recall. "I don't care! Pick on someone else!" Bill yanked back on the chains, but it only rattled slightly in response.

"You aren't going anywhere!" A knife appeared in the demon's hand and Bill gasped, horrified. It vividly reminded him of his nightmares.

Nightmares...

Dipper smiled devilishly and drove the knife down.

Bill let out an ear-piercing scream and tried to flinch away, but he remained immobile. The knife sliced through his tan skin easily and cut at his flesh and tore inside of him.

"STOP!" Bill shrieked and was on the verge of crying. The memories of his dreams came surging back.

Wait, this is a dream! This isn't real! Bill snapped his eyes open and Dipper drew the knife back, blood dripping off of it. He raised the blade to his lips, licking the blood straight off of it.

Bill cringed back, trying to focus, but Dipper licking up the blonde's blood was distracting him.

"Hm," Dipper hummed, "bitter and metallic, yet delicious." He drew his tongue across his sharp canines, getting the last of the remaining blood. "I want more!"

Bill couldn't stand it. WAKE UP! IT'S NOT REAL!

Dipper must have realized what was happening, because Bill suddenly felt too clawed hands pinning his wrists down, now free of chains. Bill opened his eyes and saw all of the chains had vanished.

"I won't let you get away this time! More blood! More blood! Give me what you have!"

Bill screamed, horrified, and threw Dipper off and broke away, making a run for it. "CRAP!" Bill screamed and ran into the unknown white landscape. "JUST WAKE UP ALREADY!"

"More BLOOD!"

Bill dove forward and suddenly everything was flipped upside down and turned black and he fell back inside of his body.

He jerked awake, almost knocking Will in the head. "Oh, God..." He breathed, shaking hard. He lifted up his sweater, examining his stomach, but there was no cut. It was as if it hadn't happened.

"W-what happened?!" Will cried and hugged his brother.

Bill was rendered speechless, still confused on what had just happened. "I....I have no idea..."

"Y-you have to b-be careful!" Will whimpered and curled his fingers into Bill's sweater, crying.

"Will, stop crying! I'm fine! I'm just...tired."

Will kept crying. "I-I thought you died. Y-you weren't br-breathing!"

Bill went stiff and stared down at Will's blue-haired head.

It was like he died...and came back.