(Dipper's Pov mentions cut marks at the end so when it talks about the Mexican soup it's getting close.)

Ugh. How can my day get any worse. I turned around and saw the annoying yellow triangle floating in the air.

"Have you been crying. Pine Tree? Man, and I thought you were weak when you were younger," Bill chuckled.

I winced at his comment. You'll never be strong. You'll always be weak. "What do you want, Bill? I thought we killed you." I wiped away any tears with the sleeve of my navy blue jacket that I started wearing a few years ago instead of my vest.

"Well, you did but when Ole Stan got his memories back I came back too. I just don't have as much of my powers anymore. Like I can only do small stuff and so much at a time," Bill explained.

"And why are you here?" I questioned. You can never do anything right the first time.

"Well, kid. To be honest, I've been lonely. I'm trapped in this realm and I can't necessarily leave Gravity Falls and anyone who's here would automatically try to kill me so it gets lonely. I knew you wouldn't try to kill me at first and would just be suspicious," Bill explicated.

"And what makes you think that?" I pushed. Probably because you're a coward. I accidentally groaned allowed and slapped my face.

"Man, Dipper, you really need to get those thoughts of yours under control. If I didn't know better, I'd say you'd have depression, but that can't be. I have to be mistaken. The kid that helped defeat can't have self esteem issues. Can he?" Bill expressed.

"I really don't want to talk about it," I stated, assuming he can read minds as one of the few powers he still has.

Bill floated really close to my face stared at it.

You idiot. You shouldn't let him get that close. Your too weak to do anything against him. You're just a useless mistake.

Bill gasped and floated back. "You do have depression! Oh, that won't do. How can I torment you if you're depressed? I'm supposed to be able to tease you without you taking it hard. I'm gonna have to find a way to fix this."

"You can't fix anything, Bill. I refuse to make another deal. You can't fix something that's damaged beyond repair," I spoke.

"I know, Kiddo. Trust me, I know. It's just, I kind of tuned into your dream, just watching I don't have enough power to go into them. I want to help," Bill said.

"You can't help, Bill. I'm not gonna risk anyone else just because I agreed to let you help me," I decided.

"Does that mean you're not going to tell anyone you're bisexual either?" Bill questioned.

"What? I'm not bi, Bill. Don't make assumptions," I retorted. You're weak. You can't even accept who you are.

"Pine Tree, I just did a quick sweep of your mind a few moments ago, you get turned by both genders," Bill argued. "Remember Mermando?"

"Definitely do not want to remember him." I winced at the memory.

"Yeah, I can tell. Anyway, he was your first and only kiss even if it was one sided and meant to save his life. Anyway my point is," Bill pauses to laugh at his stupid pun, "after that moment you started to become attracted to guys too. It's actually a stupid mermaid slash merman thing that whatever gender you kiss first will be the gender of you eternal mate. So, even though you weren't attracted to guys before that you were afterwards. Though, you were still attracted to girls probably because you were originally attracted to them. So that's the long, complicated explanation as to why your bisexual," Bill explained.

"And that concerns me how?" I ask.

Bill pointed at me. "Because Kiddo, to make you feel better, I'm gonna tell you something for free." Bill then pointed to himself with his thumb. "I'm gay."

I stood the amazed. The Bill Cipher is homosexual. I can't believe it.

"Oh believe, Pine Tree," Bill spoke. "I'm just gonna go float to your room at the Mystery Shack now. Bye." Bill waved and then sped to the shack.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was getting close to seventeen hundred hours and I needed to get back for dinner. I started walking back to the Mystery Shack quickly writing down a few things while I did so.

When I got back, Soos grandmother had made dinner and her and Soos had already ate. I grabbed a bowl of the Mexican soup and took it up to my room. Quickly, yelling a thank you before I forgot and went into my room.

I walked over to my bed and sat down. I took a bite of the soup and hummed in approval.

"Is it good, Pine Tree?" I heard that annoying, stupid triangle ask.

I groaned to myself, but nodded.

"You know, I'm not that bad," Bill protested.

I laughed and took another bite of the soup. Says the guy who tried to take over the world.

"So I've made a few mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes," Bill defended.

"Whatever, Bill," I said and took another bite of the soup. It's been a while since I've actually eaten so it tasted even better than what it would've if I hadn't.

"You should at least eat one meal a day, Pine Tree," Bill informed.

"And who's going to make me?" I questioned, taking another bite.

"I will if I have to. Besides, it's like 80° out. Why are you wearing a jacket?" Bill asked.

I ignored his question and finished my soup. I set my bowl on the bedside table and laid down underneath the covers making myself hotter than what I was.

"You have got to be burning up. Why don't you take off your jacket?" Bill suggested.

"Don't want to," I mumbled.

"But you're probably dying of heat exhaustion," Bill protested, floating closer to me and waving his arms around.

"Good. Let me die," I said, rolling over so my back faced him.

"I didn't want to do this, Dipper," Bill growled. He pulled back my covers quickly and I sat up to pull then back down when he pushed me back down and sat on my chest. Even though he wasn't that heavy, he was using some force to keep me down. He unzipped my jacket and then started to take it off me. The force made me sit up and raise my arms after he had unzipped my jacket.

"Stop, Bill! Please!" I begged. I didn't want him to see my arms. I didn't want anyone to see my arms, but he was the last person I ever want to.

His triangle form floated down, pulling one sleeve off and then floated to the other side and pulled that sleeve off. I knew he saw the cuts because they were all over my arm, but he surprisingly didn't make any remarks. He took my jacket and floated with it over to my dresser and set it down on it.

After my jacket was off, I felt the force lift off of me and when it did, I laid back down and pulled my blanket over me. It not being a suffocatingly as hot as before.

"Now isn't that better?" Bill asked.

I mumbled a yeah and started to fall asleep. I didn't care if it wasn't even nineteen hundred hours, I was tired.