The sound of a goat scream woke me up, I felt Bills arm pull me in closer and his warm breath tickle my neck. I sighed and leaned against him intertwining his hand with mine. I closed my eyes and let myself  sink into sleep once again. That was a mistake.

I felt two cold hands grasp my sides, nails digging into my flesh. I looked over my shoulder and two large glowing eyes stared back at me. 

"Soon Dipper Pines" 

The hands crawled onto my stomach and sent painfully cold shivers up my back. I felt a stabbing pain in my abdomen and I doubled over, there was an intense pressure in  my stomach and waves of pain. My ears are ringing as I feel another stabbing pain and I begin to scream. I hear laughter above me and look up.

Gold green eyes stared back at me, two arms covered in tattoos reach for my face and make me look up. The witches face was just as beautiful as the last time I'd seen her , but this time she had a cruel smile that stretched from both ears. 

"Very soon"

I  jolt out of Bills arms with a yelp, Bill wakes up immediately and tries to calm me down. I can barely breath, hands are shaking and I Bills comforting words were muffled against the ringing in my ears.

"She's coming for me" I whispered my voice shaking

"Who is my love?" 

"The witch I made a deal with" I look at Bill and his eyes widen.

"How come you never told me?" 

"I just wanted you back" I stared down at my hands as silence filled the room. He must be so angry with me. I know I would be if I were him. My face went hot from shame, my eyes stinging from tears. I didn't know what this witch wanted from me, but she still loomed over me like a forboding cloud. Bill stayed completely silent for a moment his gaze fixed on the door of the tent with intensity. Bill looked at me with the same stare, sending chills through me.

"Where is this witch?" His voice was flat and cold.

"What?" I felt like a deer in headlights as his gaze got more intense.

"Where is she?" Brilliant blue flames sparked at the corners of Bill's eyes. I looked down at my lap.

"Scuttlebutt island, that's where I last saw her" I said softly, Bill nods and lifts my head to face him, he places a tender kiss on my lips. My heart soars as the kiss ends my breath almost seeming to leave me in that moment. I smile at him leaning forward to kiss him once more.

I'd almost forgotten the way his lips felt, I wrapped my arms around him breathed in his scent. Bill holds me gently rubbing my back. I feel as if I'm going to melt in his arms, it was warm and safe in his embrace. It was like my world was complete.

"I'm going to talk to her" Bill said firmly. I look up shocked, Bill smiles reassuringly and strokes my cheek.

"Don't worry my love I'll be fine, I'm sure I can convince her to end your deal. After all I'm the master of deals" He winks at me with a smirk. I couldn't help but smile at him.

"While I'm gone, I think you should talk to your family about everything that's happened. You don't have to forgive everything they've done, but we need to move forward. If you don't you'll never be able to" I stare at Bill in silence for a moment, but the memories forced themselves to the forefront of my mind like a storm against a cliff.  The fight, getting captured, escaping, the army, the attack, Bill dying in my arms. I could still see Fords cold stare as I looked at him. The indifference in those dark eyes, the memory still struck me with a chill. I would never forget how my Grunkle Stan just stood aside and let this happen, how he did nothing to stop Bill being tortured. Mabel, was the only one that I could still look in the face without those memories slinking around in my mind. 

"H...h..how?" I stuttered staring searchingly at Bill. Bill shrugs his shoulders brushing some hair from my forehead. 

"I'm not sure, only you can find that out. I can do many things my love, but I can't make your memories go away. I can't make get past the trauma from the mess I created, I can help you through it, but even I can only help you so much. You need your family Pinetree" He leans in gently kissing my lips before letting go. 

"Promise me you'll at least try and talk to them?" Bill smiles kindly, as he tenderly strokes my cheek. My breath hitches in my chest and my words swell to a stop in my throat, I nod my head a small smile spreading across my lips. Bill nods satisfied before a column of blue flame enveloped him and he was gone. 

I stare at the empty space for a moment, the tent seemed larger and emptier within moments of him being gone. Why was the room so quiet? And why did is feel so dark? The room seemed to suddenly get colder as well, goosebumps crept up my skin and I began to tremble. A cold feeling of loneliness struck me like a sudden wind, a tight sensation began to coil in my chest, threatening to squeeze the air out of my lungs. My breath became quicker and my lungs felt like they were burning. I threw myself out of my tent, but despite standing out in the sun my skin was still as cold as ice. I felt my body still shaking and i could feel my heart slamming against my ribs trying to break out of my rib cage. Uncontrollable tears shook down my face, as I tried to calm down. 

"Dipper what's wrong?" I jumped at the sound of Mabel's voice, she was crouched by the campfire with a small pan, she stood up quickly and approached me. My body sent signals of danger that screamed at me to get away. I backed away almost tripping on one of the pegs holding up my tent. Mabel rushed forward gently grabbing my arm and pulling me back onto my feet.

"Dipper, bro. Breath. It's okay" Mabel kept her one hand on my arm smiling sweetly. I take a deep shaky breath, my tears beginning to subside as I look at my sisters reassuring brown eyes. It takes ten minutes before I'm able to fully control my panic attack, but I take a finale deep breath  and smile at Mabel happily. Mabel's smile widened, seemingly relived. 

"You feeling better?" she asked? I nod quickly. She invited me to sit by the fire as she started getting ready to cook breakfast.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Mabel says as she warms up the pan dropping a small bit of oil inside. The oil begins to bubble and Mabel cracks an egg inside, sunny side up. My favorite. She then drops in a bit of the bacon we'd kept in a cooler. My stomach rumbled as the salty smell of frying bacon hit my nose. 

"Yeah, but first lets eat" I grin, Mabel chuckles and continues cooking putting the cooked food on a disposable plate and handing it to me. I dig in quickly as Mabel began cooking some more food. A few minutes later my uncles came out of their tents, Stan came out mumbling and rubbing his eyes and Ford came out fully dressed scribbling in a small black journal. Stan sat down taking a plate from Mabel.

"Looks great kid" Stan said as he bit down on the juicy bacon, Ford sat down beside his brother pocketing the book in his grey jacket. He takes his own plate and begins to eat, the three of them start casually chatting about what they could do today. I look down at the bits of food left on my plate trying to look busy eating. 

This was going to be hard.

A.N: Sorry for all the repetitive descriptions, I think I'm having a bit of writers block.