Dipper stood in front of the stone triangle once known as Bill Cipher. A few years had passed since they defeated him. All hatred had left the older teen. In fact, he was curious about Bill. Why did he act that way? Why was it so important for him to escape the flatland dimension?
Dipper had pondered these questions and so many more for years now. He almost wished he could get a straight answer. Ford never would tell him. But it occurred to the brunet that even Ford may not know the answer.
The dark clouds overhead slowly began to disperse, the sun filtering down through the dark ferns that surrounded Dipper.
The teen sat down cross-legged, brown eyes studying the statue in front of him. Bill hadn't changed at all in the past few years. Still frozen in a deal pose. His eye was wide and open, creepy since it would never blink. He even kept the top hat and bow tie as a statue.
Ford had claimed that Bill would never come back. The earth and Gravity Falls wouldn't see Bill for another few generations. Long after both Ford and Dipper would die.
Dipper wasn't quite sure about that. He was still nervous and unnerved whenever he came to visit Bill. The teen had seen so many horror movies where the statue's eyes glow red, or it suddenly starts moving and making weird noises. Sure, those movies were fake, but he had seen what Bill was capable of doing. Coming back from 'death' shouldn't be a problem for the triangle.
"Why did you want control of this dimension so badly? What about our universe made it so special to want to control? I don't understand. I'm sure we could have talked. Maybe some nice conversation where you didn't hurt anyone, or take over my body." Dipper said out loud and the chuckled. "Ah, forget it. You will be like this for a while. And I doubt you would have learned your lesson." Dipper shook his head, looking down at the green grass.
Bill of course didn't move or speak, but Dipper felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The demon's presence still resonated throughout this area as if he were still here.
Dipper could imagine the demon's evil laughter, ringing in his ears. But he felt no hate or anger. The teen wanted to understand Bill, know what his motives were. He may have believed he was working for the greater good of his kind. Or maybe not. Dipper didn't know.
"Now that you're gone...I haven't had a taste of real danger. Sure the monsters can be scary, but it not the same. Now that you're gone...I can't understand you and why you wanted to rule our dimension. Now that you're gone..." Dipper left that sentence hanging, unsure what to say next. He probably would be called crazy for talking to a lifeless statue.
Dipper sighed and took off his Pine Tree hat. "For the next kid who comes in the forest. The next generation. The next Pine Tree." The teen chuckled softly and put his hat on Bill's open hand. "See ya' round, Bill."
Dipper turned around, taking one last look at Bill. He smiled and started to walk away.
"We'll meet again. Don't know where, don't know when. But I know we'll meet again on some sunny day!"
Dipper froze, he knew that voice. A voice he'd recognize anywhere, even in his dreams. The teen turned around to find...the statue was gone! His eyes widened. "W-what...h-how...?"
"Hey, kid. Up here! And what a beautiful sunny day it is!"
Dipper looked up. Floating there, in the sunlight, was Bill Cipher, in full glory. His Pine Tree hat was twirled around on one of Bill's small fingers. The teen was in complete shock. Was he dreaming? Dipper looked around at the trees and grass, still green and colorful as ever. "B-Bill...?"
