"Mabel...that hat...I left it to be burned."

"You...you did? Why would you burn something so special like this?" Mabel said frantically, still holding the hat on her head.

"But...Mabel, make a deal with me!" I blurted out.

Bill smirked and left, but the world only gained half color.

"What would it be?" Mabel asked innocently.

"I'll go home to the Shack with you for a month, but you must not...you must help me with a small project...getting Bill a human form."

Her eyes seemed desperate.

I extended my hand to her, waiting. Right before she reached it, though, I lit it up casually, making a fire.

The fire on my hand was blue. Dark blue.

She retracted her hand mostly, a scared look in her eyes.

"Dipper...what is that?"

"Soul-binding Fire."

"Can't we just...trust each other?"

"You're untrustworthy. Heck, everyone's untrustworthy! Even I. Make the deal or leave me alone...forever," I told her.

Once agin I light my hand up, but this time she took it, and shook it vigorously.

"Let's go home, bro-bro!"

"Let me just go get my things, Mabel."

"Can I go with you?"

"Sure." I see no harm in it.

I teleported us to my "treehouse" and packed a small bag, then we teleported to the front of the Mystery Shack.

"Bro. Bro. It's awesome you can teleport! How's that even possible?!" She asked.

I did small jazz hands near my face, "Magic."

I wasn't lying. Bill had left magic in me, and I've been harnessing and growing that power.

"STAN! STAN!" Mabel called as soon as we got inside.

Stan grumbled as he walked in the room, "What is it--"

Mabel grinned.

I offered a small smile.

"Is that...?"

"Hello, Grunkle Stan."