-- Dipper perspective, after Bill's resurrected--

"Can he do that?!" Mabel whispered to me while I was thumbing through the journal pages.

"I don't know, it doesn't say anything about returning from death." I tried to look harder, "Unless you count the chapter on zombies." I looked back up. Bill and the man seemed to be talking. Suddenly, Bill's eye slitted and turned red and the man began to scream for help.

Mabel and I stared, powerless. We didn't bring anything that could banish Bill back to his dimension, or any weapon to use against Bill at all. Mabel held up her grappling hook as the man screamed louder and I ushered her back down.

"Dipper, that man is screaming for help! We can't just sit here and watch! What if Bill's killing him?!"

"Bill doesn't kill, he possesses! Why would that guy be any different?"

"I don't know, but we have to help him Dipper!" She almost stood up, when another figure ran into the clearing. He was taller than the screaming man by just a bit and had raven black hair and grey/blue eyes. In his hand he held a pistol, an he looked like he knew how to use it.

"Sir?!" He shouted and he ran to the man. "Sir, what's going on?!" He frantically looked from Bill the the guy.

The man in the grey hoodie turned to him, still squirming, "HELP HE'S STEALING MY LIFE FORCE FROM MY HAND!" The man with black hair began pulling on the hoodie guy to get him away from Bill. Hoodie guy had stopped screaming and fell forward as if he fainted. The black haired man backed away from the body. Bill was still holding the unconscious man's in his grip, his eye smiling. The black haired man quickly shot at Bill. Once. Twice. Three times in all. All three went through Bill and the black haired guy checked the bullets and face palmed. He turned to Bill and began hurriedly talking to him, waving his hands at the unconscious man as he did. Bill just shrugged it off, and looked extremely startled when the brown haired man began to stand back up, clutching his head with his free and and laughing the creepiest laugh I had ever heard.

"Is it just me or is his jacket more of a blue color now?" Mabel whispered to me. I did see the color change, but I didn't think it mattered. Maybe the light was messing with our eyes? Suddenly, hoodie guy pulled a knife out of his pocket and slashed it downwards, cutting of his hand.

--Toast perspective, after Ghost fainted--

"Oh nononono..." I could already see the changes in his hoodie and hair. I shot a Bill three times to try to wound him, and when it didn't work, I checked the bullets. It turned out I had grabbed the gun  with bullets intended to wound humans instead of the specially manufactured salt bullets Johnny and I forged to effect ghosts. I face palmed and decided to talk Bill out of it.

"Thats not going to work, Toast-Man." The triangle said to me. I saw Johnny twitching in the dirt and a smile creeping up on his face.

I held my gun in front of me. I knew the bullets didn't work, but it was worth a shot to intimidate him, "You need to let him go before he wakes up!" I tried telling it, but it ignored me.

"Why would I do that? And it's not like he's going to wake up." Hilariously, my partners eyes shot open then. They were both blood red, and Jimmy began to laugh his signature laugh. I backed up slowly as Bill seemed to tighten his grip on the serial murderer's hand. "Uh... Hoodie?" strange nickname for Ghost, I thought, but suiting. Jimmy pulled out his knife and I knew what was going to happen before it did.

The knife flew down and cut off Johnny's hand.

"Did you seriously just cut off your hand?" Bill said, holding the limp limb in his own, Jimmy just laughed harder.

"Yup!" He flicked his blood covered knife a bit, "but not seriously!" He laughed harder. I ran forward and tackled Jimmy before he could attempt to get himself killed by the triangle (that was most likely a demon) and managed to send us hurtling into the trees from which I came through. "HIYA TOASTER!" Jimmy cackled on the ground as I quickly scanned the area and went to pick up a really big stick. "WHATCHA DOING?" I said nothing as I whacked Jimmy across the face with the stick I had grabbed, instantly making him unconscious. I ran back out, slid under the triangle (felt my sanity squirm for a bit) and grabbed Johnny's disembodied hand and ran back into the woods where Jimmy laid. I could've sworn I saw a couple of kids watching, but I figured it was nothing. What kind of kids would watch this? I stuck Johnny's hand in his pocket and picked him up to carry him back to the car. Before I got there, I ran into a cave I didn't remember seeing on the way there. Waiting inside was an small old woman with shriveled hands and long fingernails and a thousand of disembodied hands crawling around her.

"Hello ma'am... Uh... What's with the hands?"

The woman looked around her cave, "Uh... Nothing. Where's his hand?" she pointed at the stump on Johnny's wrist where his hand should've been.

"Accident."

"If you still have his hand I could put it back on for him if you want me too!"

"What? How?" She waved her own hands.

"They don't call me a hand witch for nothing." I began to thank her, but she stopped me, "It'll cost you!"

"Right! How much... I think I have a hundred in my wallet." Ghost grew continuously more heavy, and the woman shook her head.

"Not that kind of payment!" She hissed, "I meant a kiss!" I opened my mouth to ask why, "On the lips, by the way, you wouldn't believe how many people kissed me on the hand first..."

"Okay then... Can you do it now? His hand's in his pocket."

"It's better to wait till' he's awake." She dismissed. 

"Okay, come with me!" I carried a hand witch and my best friend back to the totally-legit-white-van and waited there, restocking on weapons, while the hand witch began to play 'go fish' with a pair of disembodied hands which she pulled from her hair. Johnny woke up screaming.

"JOHNNY!" He sat up instantly, "JOHNNY I HAD THE ABSOLUTE WORST NIGHTMARE!" He was freaking out and hugging his legs. He didn't seem to notice the blood or lack of hand.

"About that. You might've pulled an evil demon into our reality."

"What?" Johnny stared at me, horrified. I figured to continue.

"You also cut off your hand." I crossed my fingers that Jimmy wouldn't come out, instead Johnny just stared at the hand stump, his eyes wide. "BUT don't worry about it. I gestured to the  Hand Witch, "she says she can help."

Twenty seconds later, after the kiss and reattachment of limbs.

"Well that was a first." Johnny Ghost said, pulling his hood over his head while I finished gagging. "Please tell me you banished Bill." Ghost interrogated quickly. I paused

"About that.."

Five minutes later, we were heaving salt rocket launchers back to the clearing. Well, I was carrying them both as Ghost acted as a guide. When we were almost there he broke into a run and hid behind a couple of bushes. The demon, who went by Bill apparently, was still in the clearing, and everything around it was pure chaos. Trees had mouths and were growling, leaves were running around, a multitude of colors, and the very ground itself was shaking violently. "He's still there? This is perfect!" He took a rocket launcher from me and began to aim for Bill, when I saw a dash of colors flying toward Bill.

"Wait a second, Sir." I said putting my hand on his shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Look."

He looked back out at the clearing, just in time to see a girl, most likely in her early teens, shoot foreword on a grappling hook of sorts. She had long brown hair, a pink sweater, and the widest smile I had ever seen apart from Jimmy's, but instead of insanity, it was a happy smile full of warmth. "GRAPPLING HOOK!" Echoed through the woods as she kicked Bill in the eye. His hands instantly flew to his wounded eye and she jumped down and ran off, only to trip on the weird ground and get covered in leaves, where she struggled, pinned. A boy ran out behind Bill. He was around the same size as the girl, with short brown hair, though not as dark as Ghost's, a baseball cap with a pine tree on it, and a look on his face that made me know intestinally he knew what he was doing. In his hand he held a brown (possibly leather?) book with something shining on the cover. He opened it and began reading it to Bill, who squirmed a bit. Johnny began smiling as we watched. That is until Bill zapped a tree next to us with his demon magic and we had to hide IN the bushes as the tree grew legs from the roots and grabbed the kid, beginning to put him in it's mouth. Both the kids were a safe distance away from Bill for us to shoot the rockets by now, and we took heed.

We both prepared the rockets "HEY ONE-EYE!" Johnny shouted. Bill turned around and stared at us. 

"Ugh! What now, can't you mortals see I'm getting rid of-- Oh. You again. Whatcha gonna do? Scream yourselves to death?" We both sent the rockets toward his eyeball. The detonation pelleted him with a salt infused explosions, and his hands instantly flew to his eye, "OW! ALWAYS WITH THE EYE! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!?"

"I AM JOHNNY GHOST, PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR EXTRODENARE OF LITTLEBUTTS, NORTH CAROLINA, AND I DEMAND YOU LEAVE OUR DIMENSION AND GO BACK TO... WHEREVER YOU CAME FROM!" Bill caught on fire as Ghost said those words, a sign that the banishment was working. Ghost grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the scene while the kids were just watching as their captures returned to their usual form and Bill left the universe.

"I WILL BE BACK HOODIE! YOU'LL REGRET THIS!"

"Pfft. Yeah, right." Ghost continued to lead me through the forest, "common, Johnny, lets go back to North Carolina. I can't take this place anymore."

"But sir, we've only been here an hour."

"Yeah, and that's all the time it took for me to be SICK of this place. In an HOUR you detonated twenty bombs at once, we got separated, I brought a demon into our reality, possibly got possessed, cut off my hand, re-grew it,  shot a DEMON in the face with a ROCKET LAUNCHER after watching KIDS try to do our job for us, NOW WHATEVER I BANISHED WANTS TO KILL ME WHEN HE COMES BACK, AND MY FACE FEELS LIKE SOMEONE HIT IT WITH A LOG." My cheeks turned a pink, but Johnny didn't notice. He was fuming, and I didn't really blame him. It'd been a log day for the both of us, honestly. "Now all I want to do is to go home and maybe go on a few SIMPLE cases with the Acachallas."

We exited the woods and started walking on the dirt road, when we got to the car we remembered that the totally-legit-white-van's hood was totally smashed in and the GPS didn't show where anything was due to a giant red dot blotting out the area. Johnny kicked a tree multiple times while I stood by, re-locking all the doors.

"May we WALK home?!" Ghost asked, still kicking the poor tree.

I shook my head. "Sorry sir. It's too far to carry our equipment. We might as well find a mechanic."

Johnny pulled out his gun and began to continuously shooting the tree in one spot and I had to literally drag him away and pry the gun from his grip. One of his eyes were bright red while the other was the usual amber. "Sir you need to calm down. We'll find a mechanic and go home, okay? It shouldn't be hard, and until then we could camp in the woods."

"Why in the woods?"

"So it'll be just like actually camping! I know how much you kinda like camping."

"Johnny I HATE camping. Remember that year when you set up the tent? You sent you dad to go get pizza, WHILE THE TENT WAS CONNECTED TO THE TRUCK. I  WAS IN  THE TENT."

"I remember. He went miles before he released you were back there... So I guess we could rent a room at a motel or something." Johnny nodded, and we both began our trek.