I sat on my bed and drew some pictures of the forest. I was very bored, but going back to Dipper wasn't an option. I sighed angrily and erased once more, because I felt the picture was never perfect. I kept on picturing Dipper, his face when I ran away. The hurt expression and the astonished look in his eyes. How he had burst with anger and tried to find me. Yet even with this, he still wanted to help me. Why? I thought he hated me. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the portal, Bill, Dipper. Everything became reality. It was horrible.

I started to get lazy in my drawings. I decided to draw a pine tree where you draw two triangles and a stump. I screamed and dropped my pad when the first triangle moved on the paper.

I leaned over my bed and looked at the drawing pad on the floor. I picked it up.

The little triangle swirled around and other feature started pop up. First a top hat, arms, legs, a cane some other details and then an eye. Bill.

"What the heck?" I said so confused.

The Bill sketch moved around the paper. "Well, this is strange." Drawing-Bill said. "You draw often?"

I sat on my bed speechless. "How-how did you manipulate my drawing? It's lead. And paper." I said still shocked.

"Oh, my powers may be slightly limited, but lead and paper can't stop me." Bill used his powers to make a miniature pencil for him. He grabbed the pencil and drew a piece of paper, a pair of scissors and a rock.

I tilted my head in interest.

"Kill the rock Paper!" Bill ordered.

The paper zipped over to the rock and started strangling it.

Bill stared at the scissors. "Are you gonna let your friend suffocate?!"

The scissors ran over and cut the paper up into shreds.

"Betrayl!" Bill cried.

The rock leapt up and smashed the scissors.

Bill clapped happily. "Good job, but the gun always wins." He made the gun sign with his hands and shot the rock with a lazier.

I stared speechless at the scene. I was glad he used animate objects. "Uh. What was that for?" I asked.

Bill clasped his hands together. "Well, let's just say you, Dipper and Mabel are the Rock, Scissors and Paper. I am the gun. I always win. You will be the last one standing."

My entire body stopped for a moment to process what he just said. "Are...you serious?" It was hard to take an inch long triangle sketch serious.

Bill laughed. "Who knows Arrow-"

"Don't call me that. You know my name." I interrupted angrily.

Bill smirked. "Well, Eleanor, who really knows. But I am overpowering you all." He warned.

"Yah, says the guys who can't come into reality without having to appear on a sheet of paper." I muttered arrogantly.

Bill drew a human silhouette. "Think about it." He said while pointing at the figure. The drawing of Bill popped back in place and back to a regular triangle.

I set my pencil on my bed and got off my sheets. "I think I'm done drawing for today." I said quietly. I stared at the human drawing Bill had done. I grabbed my pencil and erased it poorly.

I nodded, satisfied and left my room.

Adorable Bill sketch! :D