Hi my little demons! Here's another chapter to thank you all so much! Enjoy!

Bill Cipher's POV

"Pine Tree!" I screamed, finally coming to. I was lost in my nightmares for what felt like hours. But it must have been longer than a few hours because the sun was high in the sky and the birds were screaming their obnoxious songs.

I brought my hand to my head, feeling the bullet still lodged in my skull. Reaching into the small wound I tore the bullet out and looked at it's pathetic frame.

I felt the familiar tingle as my skin slowly healed along with whatever part of my brain the bullet had destroyed.

"And Sixer thought he could kill me. Jokes on him. But Pine Tree. . ."

What was I thinking? Did I really care about him? I mean he was only my puppet, but. . . He did save my life. Why the hell did he do that? I thought he didn't trust me at all. I have to find him.

Standing from the forest floor, I snapped my fingers, putting on a fresh bright yellow tailcoat, a top hat and boots.

I floated through the forest, not bothering to walk. Humans are so useless. I was unsure why I took this form anyways. I suppose you could say it came with certain. . . benefits.

My eyes landed on the familiar Mystery shack, as I exited the woods. The only reason I could get inside was because Gompers had eaten off half the unicorn hair encasing it in a force field.

Shooting Star was sitting outside the shack, hiding in her sweater. I could swear she was crying. Why would she be–

Did Dipper die!?

I felt an unusual sharp pain in my chest at that thought. It was strangely not hilarious. I barely managed to grin. What the hell is wrong with me?

I don't know what set her off, but suddenly Shooting Star looked out from her sweater and screamed, "BIL–"

I quickly floated to her and tapped her head, making her fall to the ground, snoring. I did not want to deal with her right now. The birds provided enough shrieking.

"Sweet nightmares Shooting Star. Enjoy them while you can. You'll be dead soon enough."

I only hoped Sixer wasn't home. I could handle Fez, but somehow Sixer has managed to evade me again.

Pushing open the door, I was immediately greeted by the smell of flesh and bleach. I would have cringed in disgust if I wasn't used to such grotesque smells.

Floating from room to room, I found Dipper in the living room, set up on a hospital bed, and left unguarded.

Sixer was nowhere near as smart as he used to be, leaving Dipper alone. I would get him this time. I would still tear this family apart. After I was done with my puppet that is.

Pine Tree's painful gasps and groans tore me from my thoughts. He looked rather terrible. His wounds had been horribly stitched and he writhed in his sleep, unable to properly breathe. The sheets were stained with blood and I almost felt bad. Almost.

I wonder what this would feel like. . .

"Time to find out!" I laughed.

Grabbing Dipper's hand I felt myself mold into his body as his consciousness was left to the mindscape. I snapped my fingers, hiding my body. Didn't need Sixer finding that.

Once my consciousness was set in his body, I was met with immediate pain and I laughed maniacally. I would never get used to this feeling.

I pulled at the poorly done stitches, feeling the steering pain from each move I made. After about a minute of standing, I was ready to collapse. Pine Tree was in much worse shape than I thought.

But still I couldn't resist the pain, so I pulled on my stitches some more. I began to cackle but I stopped when good Old Sixer entered the room.

"Bill! What are you doing in Dipper's body!" He yelled, running forward as he pulled out his gun. So much for that plan.

"Oh, you know, just having fun!" I cackled.

My cackling had finally woken Pine Tree from the mindscape, and he watched the scene before him silently, nervousness evident on his face.

"Get out of his body, or I'll shoot," Sixer warned, raising the gun.

"Oh you wouldn't kill–"

"Don't fucking move, Cipher!" He warmed again.

Was he willing to go that far to get rid of me? He would kill him??

"Wait, Grunkle Ford, please don't!" I said in Dipper's voice.

Sixer's focus didn't falter an inch. If anything his gun raised closer to my–Dipper's–forehead.

I looked towards Pine Tree, warranting his reaction. He was frozen and his eyes were brimmed with glassy tears.

My chest only thumped with that heavy pain again, and I couldn't understand why.

Dipper's POV

I watched as Bill imitated me, pretending I was in control again. But to my dismay Grunkle Ford didn't move an inch away.

He was going to kill me to get rid of Bill. I knew he was relentless, but I didn't think he valued me so little.

The man I had trusted and looked up to was now holding a gun to my head.

The journals were right when they said to trust no one because who I thought I could trust with my life, I really couldn't. Did that mean that who I thought I couldn't trust with my life could?

I watched as my own eyes met mine, but I knew it was Bill looking. I knew he could see the sad weakness on my face.

And when I thought my body was about to die, he smiled lightly, not his crazy, sadistic smile, but something genuine. But as soon as I saw it, it was gone and replaced by his maniacal grin.

With a flash, I found myself back in my body. The pain hit me so fast I crumbled onto the floor, Ford's gun following me.

And with another flash, I was gone into the darkness.