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    "Come on, bro! Let's be Peanut Butter and Jam again!" Mabel encouraged, holding their 12 year old costumes.

    "No!" Dipper refused and crossed his arms. 

Bill swerved into the room with a big grin tugging the corners of his lips. "Aw," he said. "Is Pine Tree too old for trick-or-treating?"

    "Shut it, Bill!" Dipper hissed. "I just think that Halloween is just an old occasion now!"

Mabel's shoulders sagged. "Fine, but we'll see who's too old for our most favourite holiday!" She skipped down the stairs and grabbed a sowing machine, along with some dangling fabric.

 Bill pat Dipper's hat and grasped the blue brim, lifting it off the boy's hair. He kissed the pine tree on it and smirked.

    "Oh, come on, Bill! Give my hat back!" Dipper whined and grabbed Bill's dangling legs, tugging him down.

The dream demon took his floating hat off and placed it on Dipper's head, and instead placed Pine Tree's hat on his own hair.

    "You know, you'd make an excellent me," encouraged Bill. He drifted his gloved hands and took Dipper's sweater off with another smirk.

Dipper felt heat hoard his cheeks. He slowly followed Bill's movements and did the same to his clothing, unbuttoning his silky coat. Both of the young adults leaned in, kissing each other softly.

Dipper never felt so...encouraged just to kiss the demon he hated the most. Instead Bill snapped his fingers as Dipper's outfit swapped onto him, and his outfit swapped to Dipper -- even the eye patch.

Bill let out an echoing wolf whistle at Dipper, grinning sweetly at the man. Dipper blushed, looking down at his bare legs. He sprung back and tugged Bill's suit down more. "H-Hey! Give me your dress pants you overgrown idiot!"

    " 'Overgrown', hm?" Bill repeated and chuckled. "Fine. I'll give you my precious pants..." He eyed Dipper and smirked, sliding his gloved hands over the jeans he wore as he unzipped and unbuttoned them with a growing smirk. He tugged the jeans off and slowly dragged his leggings down, teasing Dipper at all costs.

Dipper covered his eyes and began to sweat nervously. "Just give me them!" he ordered as he felt the warm silky black cloth laying on his head. "Th-Thanks..." He wore the pants easily quick and gazed at Bill.

Bill grasped Dipper's hand, kissing it softly. "Let's go, 'Bill'." He led Dipper out the room and rushed him out the door, venturing out into the woods instead.

    "Um...Happy Halloween...Bill?" Dipper commented awkwardly, clearing his throat.

Bill stopped and landed on his sneakers, smiling as he swung around and grabbed Dipper, pulling him into a kiss.

     "Happy Halloween, Pines."