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Dipper woke with a start at around two A.M. sweaty and panting. He shivered and sat up abruptly, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stumbled out of the room and to the bathroom frantically.  He closed the door and turned on the light and stared into the mirror. His hair was a mess and he was shaking violently. He collapsed to the floor and wrapped his arms around himself, eyes wide, and rocked back and forth. Mabel entered and crouched in front of him, having heard him get up.

"Dipper? Dipper it's me, Mabel. Can you hear me?" He gave no response. Mabel turned her head so she was right in his line of sight. "Dipper? I'm going to touch you, okay?" She reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. He jolted back abruptly but his eyes focused and he jumped forwards, into his sisters arms. "Mabel." He whispered as he buried his face into her chest. She stroked his hair slowly. "It's been a while since you did that. What's up?"

"It's probably being in the shack." He replied as he pulled away from her. She smiled softly and leaned forwards to give him a quick peck on the lips. "You all better now?" "Yeah, thanks."

The pair stood up. "Are you coming back to bed?" She asked him. "No, I think I'll just go watch some TV." Mabel nodded and gave a sad smile. "Okay, I'll see you in a few hours. o way I can stay up, I'm just too tired, sorry Dip." "That's okay Mabes, don't worry about it. Thank you for helping me out again. I'm trying my best to stop."

"I know Dip. Try not to worry too much, kay? Just go rest."

They went their separate ways, Mabel back to bed and Dipper to curl up on the armchair and watch the TV quietly for a few hours. He ended up watching several reruns of Ducktective and eating several bags of chips as well as a sandwich and 4-5 cups of coffee. The first person up other than himself was Ford, who strode into the room at exactly 8:00.  He looked down at Dipper, surprised. "Oh, hey Dipper, up already? You used to sleep in a lot longer."

Dipper scoffed and took another sip of coffee. "Yeah. Wish I had those days back." He mumbled angrily. Ford laughed awkwardly. "Well what do  you want to eat? I'll make up some breakfast." Dippers head snapped up, "N-no that's okay, I'm not hungry. Also I don't want to die." Fords brows furrowed, "That's a little rude, don't you think?"

Stan entered, and burped. Ford glared at him, Stan just laughed along with Dippers quiet chuckles. "Alright, who wants pancakes?" He asked.

"Ooh, ooh me! Grunkle Stan, I do, I do!" Cheered Mabel as she ran, and promptly tripped, into the room.  Stan laughed and walked into the kitchen. Ford shot a look at Dipper, "What, you're not going to stop him?" He demanded.

"Grunkle Ford, Stan is much better a chef than you."

"Hey, cut me some slack, all I had to eat in the other dimension were monsters and there were weird spices, also it's been a long time, how do you know I haven't gotten better?"

"He hasn't!" Yelled Grunkle Stan from the kitchen. "Point and case." Dipper nodded.

Ford grumbled something Dipper didn't quite catch then went into the kitchen to drink some freshly made Mabel juice.

About five minutes later there was a knock at the door. "Dipper can you get that?" Dipper groaned but got up and headed over to open the door. He swung it open, expecting Mabel's friends or even Wendy but instead he was me with a familiar stranger.

The male was around Dipper's age, 17 or 18, he was a few inches taller than him and he was dressed in a bright yellow sweater, black skinny jeans and red and white sneakers. His hair was bright yellow and messy, falling over the right side of his face, covering the black eye patch. He stared at Dipper with a confused expression, his yellow-gold eyes squinting. "Uh... hi." He said awkwardly.

Dippers eyes widened and his heart hammered in his chest. This person, they sounded and looked so familiar. Why was he so afraid. He frantically scanned his thoughts until it came to him.

"Um, sorry to bother you, my name is Bill Cipher, I need-"

Dipper clasped onto his shirt as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. The fear was quickly replaced with anger, burning deep within his soul. He glared at the blond and gave a sinister growl. "Bill." He spat through gritted teeth. "Sorry, do I-"

Dipper tackled the other, outside, down the stairs and onto the grass outside the shack. He grasped onto the front of his sweater and glared down at him, "You bastard, I'll kill you!" Bills eyes widened in shock, "W-wait-" His hands went up to try and push the other off of him, but the brunette was solid. "What the hell are doing in Gravity falls, how dare you show your face here you sorry little monster?"

Bill stared up at him, unsure of what to say, Dipper growled and hoisted him to his feet before punching him in the face. Bill stumbled back and into a tree. He slid to the ground, cradling his cheek in his right hand. Dipper took a step towards him and Bills head snapped up, eyes wide as Dipper crouched down, fist raised for another blow.

Bill turned his head and covered it with his arms. "No," He whimpered, "I-I'm sorry! Whatever I did, I'm sorry! Please don't, don't hurt me anymore. I'm sorry." He sobbed into his arms. Dipper stopped and lowered his hand, but remained cautious, this was Bill after all. "Bill?" He asked softly, causing the blond to lift his head and look at the other. "You seem different. What happened?"

Bill looked back in confusion. "I'm sorry, do you know me? Should I know you?" Dipper was taken aback, was this really Bill? The evil isosoles monster they had battled all those years ago?

"Dipper!" A chorus of three voices called out, Stan, Ford and Mabel, were all watching from the porch. "What's going on?"

Oh man, how was he going to explain this? Bill looked up at him with hope shining in his eyes. "Is your name Dipper?" He asked. "Yeah, it is."

"Oh... it's... nice."

A/N

Well, I hope y'all enjoyed the latest chapter of this! I realize no one has read this yet, but I think that it's good and when I discover it again in 5 years, I'll be happy. Until then, if people do happen to read this, vote, follow, comment! IDGAF! Remember kids, buy gold, bye! 

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