Whole thing in Dipper's POV

"Look, Mabel! I need help getting upstairs! My leg is STILL broken, you know!" I screamed at her.

Mabel wasn't getting it. I couldn't get to our shared room on my own. She said that she "didn't think I needed help" and called me a wuss, for "not being able to do a simple task."

"I'm not helping you do this, Dipper!" I heard from upstairs, "You're being weak and useless!"

I had had it.

"WHAT DID YOU DARE TO CALL ME?" I shouted.

"Weak, useless, brat! You can do it on your OWN!"

...Flashback...

"Hey, Mabel? Can you help me get the wheelchair out of the car and set up?" I had asked her.

"Okay Bro-Bro!"

She put my wheelchair in a position so I could get into it.

I attempted to wheel myself towards the shack, but the rocks in the dirt were too big for my noodle arms to push past.

"Uh...Mabel?"

"Yeah?" She asked, already at the door.

"A...a little help? I can't seem to get to the door..."

She seemed slightly annoyed that I constantly needed help, but she quickly wiped away the look on her face, smiled, and came over to help me.

We had hung out watching Ducktective, she had to get the remote on the top shelf, but we still watched a marathon.

That leads us up to now.

She didn't get it. She wouldn't understand.

She's only ever broken her pinkie finger, well in my entire life I've broken so many bones I couldn't even count anymore.

"Mabel! Why? Why don't you understand how difficult it is to get around for me?" I shouted angrily up, tears forming in my eyes.

She just peaked down the stairs, so I hid my tears.

She spoke softer down to me, still keeping anger in her voice, it gradually rising, "You're right. I don't understand! Only because if I broke a leg, I'd be able to get the wheelchair out of the car myself, and I'd find a way to get over to the door! It wasn't that rocky! I would find a way to get the remote if it was my turn to get the remote! I WOULDN'T BE ASKING FOR HELP ALL THE TIME! I WOULDN'T NEED YOU!"

I was stricken with a feeling of grief.

She never...

Mabel never really needed me? To help her?

I was expendable? Only to be used then abandoned?

"You're," I started, my voice weak, tears I hadn't noticed streaming down my face, "you're not the Mabel I know and love. You're not my quirky, fun sister... YOU ARE NOT MY TWIN!"

I wheeled backwards and turned towards the door, grabbing a bag I had pre-packed in case I had to go on an emergency Mystery Hunt.

I wheeled myself towards the stairs, then down them, almost falling.

With an act of strength fueled by anger, sadness, and grief, I hefted myself across the rocky driveway to the Shack,  and onto the path in the woods.

I went down the path and trailed off a bit, finding myself in the clearing where the shape-shifter incident had yet to happen-and would never happen in the future.

I grabbed a radio that went three ways out of the bag.

The number set on the screen depended on the connection I wanted to make.

3 was Mabel.

4 was Home Base, The Shack.

5 was Wendy and 6 was Soos.

7 was the emergency line, connected to the loudspeakers in town, so people would look for us if we were in trouble.

I set the dial to 5.

"Come in Lumber Jill, this is Dippity-Dog, come in Lumber Jill," I spoke into it after holding down the button to communicate, releasing it after.

I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

But there was no response.

I set the dial to 6.

"Come in Questiony, this is Dippity-Dig, come in."

Same response.

The world suddenly turned grey, monochrome.

"Bill," I sneered. Inside I was in the verge of crying.

Why, oh why does my enemy have to come NOW! When my sister, no, when my acquaintance abandons me, and my friends won't even respond to me! Why, oh WHY?

"Hey kid! I heard you were lonely! Mabel finally learn that you're not the same person she is, or did she freak?" He asked.

I went to answer, but--

"Don't answer! I already know! Seems like I'm the only one who responded! Oh, what would be a good code name for me, 'Dippity-Dog'?" Bill asked, using the name Mabel made up for me to mock me.

"I'd rather you not call me that."

"Then, your code name is PineTree!"

"Fine. And yours...is... Cosmic Corn Chip!"

"PineTree! Don't make fun of my triangle-ness! I can appear in other ways too!" I was curious.

Bill snapped his fingers and got covered in Blue Flames.

The flames dissipated, lowering to the ground, revealing Bill in a human form.

Black and blonde hair, tan skin, a little bit taller than me. He wore a yellow vest over a white dress shirt and black pants. Oh, and don't forget his signature bow tie and top hat that floated above his head. A black came appeared in his hand, and he leaned closer to me on it.

I noticed he had a triangular eye patch, and one yellow iris of an eye.

"Pinetree, checking me out, are you?"

"N-no! It's...it's just..."

"In any case, I know you are!"

Bill went ahead and posed, many different poses, getting rid of the cane in the process. I had to admit, and I hate to admit it, he was attractive.

"Like what you see, Pinetree~?"

My face flushed.

"N-no."

"You don't sound too sure of yourself, Pinetree! Maybe this'll help?"

He showed off once more, taking the yellow vest off in a....sexy manner.

"Hey Pinetree! Maybe MY code name could be Illuminati! Or One-Eye!"

I couldn't even...I just...brain...not...functioning.

"Hey, Pinetree, maybe I could be Triangle! Ha! I'd rather you come up with it though, so Cosmic Corn Chip it is! I'll be #9 on the dial, call me when you need me, or just want to see THIS!" He finished, gesturing to himself.

"But there's no---"

He disappeared and the color returned to the world.

The dial only went from 1 to 8....

I looked down to find a 9 encased in a triangle had been added to my radio.

I placed it on my lap, backed the wheelchair against a tree, and fell asleep, hoping to see Bill in the Mindscape.

MWAHAHA! BillDip! Sorry for all of you who don't ship it, I just had to! I think I might hand this book off to someone, I'm running out of ideas.

So, maybe livycipher? But I'm not completely sure.

Buy Gold, BYE!

-BDC-