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Dipper's POV

Dipper get your ass off the floor and move!

"Who said that?" I whispered.

Uh you, you idiot! You're talking to yourself! Now get up and go left!... left? Okay whatever you say, brain.

Reaching to the dagger in my hip, I slowly pulled it from my side making me scream out in pain.

Standing up, again, I slowly stepped left until my foot landed on another rock and something struck me in the thigh.

"Goddammit!" I screamed, falling to the ground.

Had I gone too far...?

Suddenly insane laughter filled my head and I instantly knew I had been fooled. I hadn't been talking to myself. I'd been talking to Bill.

"So, Bill, which way should I go now?" I asked, gritting my teeth in pain.

Left.

I pulled the dagger lodged in my right thigh out while trying not to cry out in pain. Finally it was out of my skin. Tossing it across the darkness, I stood again. I would make it out of here. I had to see my family again.

Again I stood, but not listening to Bill I walked right even slower than before. After a short while I realized nothing had struck me, and I was safe. My tactic had worked, but I knew it wouldn't for long.

Bill was smart. He began telling me the right way to go, knowing I would go the wrong way, and then again I would be struck with another dagger. I'd learn from him briefly, but then he learned from me. Each time he chose differently, randomly, and twice more I was struck.

"Why Bill? Why do you do this to me?!" I coughed, blood rising in my throat.

"Because pain is hilarious!" I should have suspected his answer. After all it was his signature catchphrase.

So again, I shuffled forward, bleeding in more places than I could count. Still unable to see even an inch in front of me, I held out my arms.

Suddenly I froze. Something changed. The light, it was getting lighter, I was getting closer to the exit!

But that's when I felt it. The uncontrollable drowsiness from my loss of blood, the need to vomit from the smell, and the need to scream from the horrible amount of pain I was feeling.

Together all those only pushed me further. Further, until I could see the trees outside. But even further I stumbled with my legs numb and my vision blurred.

I crashed into a tree, making me stumble backwards and almost fall if it weren't for the other tree behind me. Looking forward I saw all the blood left on the tree from one impact. All of my blood.

Wincing in pain as I walked I pushed on, but everything around me seemed unfamiliar. I couldn't tell if it was just from my lack of sight or if I was really far from the Mystery Shack.

Suddenly I heard the familiar oinks and giggles of Waddles and Mabel. Turning, I headed in that direction, one slow, painful step after another until I could see Mabel's bright sweater.

I tried to call out to her, but it was replaced with a raspy cough and a gurgle of words. Again, I tried to call out, but this time it felt as if I couldn't breathe, as if the air in my lungs had simply vanished.

Looking down I saw the small pool of blood that had already formed from my dripping wounds.

"M-Mabel," I barely whispered.

My legs suddenly felt very numb, number than before, and I fell forward with a loud thud. Though I only had one eye, and my vision was obscured, I could see Mabel running towards me and hear her furious yells to our Grunkles.

I only hoped that when I woke I'd be in my bed– my real bed, and with Mabel by my side.

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Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep

My eyes felt heavy, too heavy to open. Taking a deep breath in I didn't smell pancakes or bacon or even the familiar sent of the wood of the Mystery Shack. It smelled clean like a doctors office.

Finally, finding the ability I opened my eyes. Mabel was asleep on a small chair and Grunkle Ford stood by the window.

Am I at the hospital?

It looked like a hospital, sounded like a hospital and smelled like a hospital.

"G-Grunkle Ford?" I called out hoarsely.

He turned suddenly from the window, rushing over to me and hugging me tightly. I tried to lift my arms, but they felt like rocks from the thick layers of bandages encasing them.

"Oh Dipper I'm so glad you're alright! I should have gone with you! I knew something wasn't right."

"I-It's okay," I choked out. "Am I going to be okay?"

"You should be fine. You lost a lot of blood though, and when you stumbled to the Shack you were almost dead. I don't know how you managed to get back."

I lifted the blanket slowly, revealing my heavily bandaged legs. Several of the bandages were covered in blood and needed to be changed.

"Who did this to you?" Ford asked, looking at me closely.

"8 times," I whispered. "He stabbed me 8 times."

"Who stabbed you 8 times?"

It was then that I remembered my missing eye. The eye he took from me. I reached up feeling the rough bandage over it that prevented me from touching it.

"He did," I whispered. "Bill Cipher took my eye."

Suddenly something clenched in my chest. I felt like a couldn't breathe again, but this time it was accompanied by unimaginable pain. The heart monitor went off, beeping furiously.

Everything around me turned to greyscale, as Ford and Mabel disappeared from my sight. The only one standing before me was the one, the only, Bill Cipher.

Hey everyone! So... SOME PEOPLE *wink wink* you know who you are, would prefer this as a Billdip fan fiction rather than just a Gravity Falls fan fiction. But I can't just change it because one TREE AND DORITO want it, so I'm going to have to take a vote! Voting will close by this Friday at 6:00 PM EST (USA). To vote just comment "BILLDIP" or "STAY". Thanks everyone! Sorry for any inconvenience!