A/N:

Hello!

So this fanfiction's plot is going weird because my stupid past self didn't plan where the fanfiction would be going! Yay! :D

So now I'm just making this up as I go. y a y

But I guess fanfictions are crazy and weird regardless. :/

Anyway! Despite there being no plan, enjoy the story!

*Bill's POV*

This was great!

My plan was going well from the beginning.

Sure, I didn't plan for Pine Tree and I getting stuck in the same body, but in the end I managed to make a better plan.

The reason I chose Pine Tree is because his birthmark gives him magic.

Which means his body will be fine with large bursts of energy flowing out.

If I did it with anyone else's body...

1. The body would be in excruciating pain the whole time. I mean, as much as I think pain is hilarious, I wouldn't get anything done.

2. Pine Tree is much easier and funnier to manipulate.

So it wasn't hard for me to pick him out.

It was strange, because in this dimension there was no weirdness...

...but this Pine Tree had magic anyway.

*Dipper's POV*

I was banging on the reinforced glass, trying to break out as the orb flew onto some mini alien space shuttle thing.

I could feel my forehead and eyes tingling stronger as my frustration and fear only grew.

Once the alien numbers were done counting down, the space shuttle would go to some different planet.

And I obviously didn't want that.

Then, all teh alien numbers were the same.

I assumed that meant the countdown was over and they were all at zero.

The space shuttle shot into the open night sky, bumping me around.

Closed my eyes, my head spinning with fear, feeling my hands tingle as I thrust it out, hoping I could do something-

I opened my eyes.

I'd sent out a flare.

Then my head banged against the reinforced glass with the bumps in the sky, and everything went black.

*Mabel's POV*

I saw a silver firework thing in the sky.

"Ford, look!" I said, pointing up at it.

There was some small alien space shuttle that could be seen in the night sky because of the firework.

"A flare..." Ford mumbled.

And in there I saw Dipper, knocked out.

"Dipper's in there!" I cried.

"How do we get up there?" Ford asked himself, changing his direction to follow the space shuttle.

Then I grinned.

"GRAPPLING HOOK!" I yelled, holding out my grappling hook.

"Mabel, I doubt that that grappling hook will be able to reach-"

I shot it at the space shuttle anyway.

Grabbing Ford tight, we soared into the air as the grappling hook locked on.

"GRAPPLING HOOK!" I yelled insistently.

"Well. I didn't realize grappling hooks had such long range. Anyway," Ford said, getting out a weird blue electric gun.

"Let's try this!" He said, doing some weird twisting knob thing that made him release lot of electricity from the gun.

The space shuttle malfunctioned and fell down.

I screamed. Ford grabbed me tight as we crashed.

Thankfully we didn't get too hurt.

The space shuttle had landed on the ground with us on top of it.

"Mabel, are you alright?" Ford asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine - but what about Dipper?" I asked, sliding down to the ground.

The weird orb circular glass opened and Dipper rolled out of it, still knocked out.

He had so many scratches on his arms and legs, a big bruise on his head.

I frowned, holding back tears. What had happened to him...?

Then I noticed a faint glow from his forehead, covered by his hair.

I brushed it out of the way to see his birthmark glowing a bit silver.

Wait... white fire... silver firework-thingy that Ford called a flare...

"Ford, look at this!" I called to him. He came over.

"I think... he caused the fire, and sent out that thing you said was a flare." I said.

"I do too. But first things first - we need to get him home and help him heal." Ford said, picking him up.

"Right." I agreed.

Except I noticed a scratch on the back of my hand. I didn't feel the stingy pain that I felt now.

I think I remember that Dipper called it... adrenolane? Adrenaline? I don't remember when he talked about science-y stuff.

But I probably should...

As we headed back home, Dipper in Ford's arms, the only emotion I felt was...

...guilt.

*Ford's POV*

Once we arrived in the Shack, Stanley was already done preparing dinner.

"I didn't have enough beans to make three soups, so I'm just having a bowl of ice cream." He said, already sitting at the table. Then he looked us up and down.

"Woah what happened to you two? You look like you were hit by a train!" He added unhelpfully.

"We went after Dipper, and- " Mabel cut me off. I suppose it was fair - she was his twin after all.

"We were going after Dipper and apparently he somehow got captured by aliens, and then we stopped them. He probably got knocked out after his head got banged on the glass - it looked like a bumpy ride." Mabel explained. "But there was... something else..."

She didn't continue.

I could tell she didn't want to, so I took over.

"We found that Dipper has... magic. Like Bill."

"WHAT?!" Stanley yelled, getting up from his seat. He coughed from his sudden outburst. "There's no way he has magic! He isn't a dream demon! Isn't this dimension not supposed to have weirdness?!"

"Well, yes, it is..." I said. "The only explanations I can think of is either he swapped with a different Dipper in another dimension who supposedly has magic like Bill's, or being in contact with a journal from the wrong dimension has done something to him."

"It could also be that it was because Bill was in Dipper's body! Maybe he did something to it to make him have magic!" Mabel suggested.

"Yes, that is another possibility..." I agreed.

"Well, we can deal with that later. Dipper needs his injuries to heal." Stanley said. Then he sat back down at the table to see his ice cream half melted.

"Now, look. Because we were talking about magic hocus-pocus, my ice cream's melted." He said, sighing. "Anyway, eat your bean soup before it gets cold, Mabel. Oh yeah, I think a few of my chest hairs fell in there as well, so that's a bonus."

I internally sighed at that as Mabel sat down at the table.

"I'll go treat Dipper's wounds. I'm not hungry anyway." I said, but then my stomach rumbled, contradicting my words.

"Look, Sixer, if you need to eat then do it. You've already left your own dimension to help us." Stanley said.

"But Dipper needs-"

"If you really care about him, then you should eat first. If you try to help him on an empty stomach, you won't be able to help him." Mabel said, eating a spoonful of bean soup.

I sighed. "Alright, then."

I set Dipper on the yellow couch in the living room before I headed to the table and sat down.

For the whole meal, the table had been silent.

*Dipper's POV*

I was in a black and white version of the Mystery Shack.

The Mindscape.

I knew that Bill must be here somewhere if I was in the mindscape, so I was cautious and my guard was up.

I walked through the front door and saw different doors labeled 'Memories', 'Secrets', 'Theories'...

I went through the door labeled 'Secrets', thinking I'd just find doors with me singing Disco Girl in the bathroom.

But instead, I found other things.

I opened a door and saw my four year old self getting bullied by two older boys in the local playground.

Then my hands glowed silver and the clouds grew dark and started pelting rain, loud and deafening thunder filling their ears.

The bullies screamed and ran away, telling their parents about what happened - but when the parents looked, all they saw was a little boy in the rain, not a single silver glow on him.

Then the door closed by itself.

"What...?" I muttered to myself. I shook my head. No, I didn't remember that at all. That couldn't be true.

Then again, who ever remembered something from when they were four years old?

But it couldn't be true. I couldn't have had magic from all the way back then. I would've known.

...right?

As I grew more confused, I heard a faint, echoing laugh. Bill.

My guard was already up, but I still stiffened at hearing that laugh.

I couldn't decide what to do.

Run away from the laugh for safety or run towards it for answers?

I didn't know.

As much as I needed answers, my survival instinct had been keeping me alive.

But Bill had the chance to kill me... but never did.

Because he wanted to use you, idiot, I thought bitterly. You need to get away from him. Besides, even if you ask him questions, is he even gonna answer them truthfully? Or answer them at all? He has no reason to.

So I ran.

I ran as far away from the laugh as I could, but the laugh seemed to get louder, louder, even when I turned around and tried to run the other direction, the laugh seemed to get louder and louder, stronger and stronger, more malicious by the second.

And then the floor caved in underneath my feet and I fell through darkness.

"...Dipper, can you hear...

...you need to...

...there's fire everywhere...

...calm down!"

My eyes shot open, feeling the usual tingle on my forehead and eyes.

And my eyes widened when I realized it was on my hand too.

My ears were ringing, Mabel and Ford's voices muffled.

And then I saw the silver fire.

I sat up, realizing I was in my own bed, the bedroom engulfed in my milk-white flames.

Mabel and Ford were there, and I noticed medical supplies like gauze and disinfectant.

They'd been trying to help me, and in return I'd hurt them in my sleep.

I can't even stay near them when I was unconscious.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" I yelled over the crackling of the fire.

My ears were still ringing, so I didn't know if they responded.

I gritted my teeth, my head throbbing.

I closed my eyes, trying to put of the fire - do something to help-

There was a shockwave, and I was knocked out of the Mystery Shack, glass shattering against my back.

The last thing I heard before I'd been catapulted was Mabel screaming my name.

I opened my eyes.

Although my body felt like it was falling, it was actually floating.

I was flying higher in the sky, the different buildings like ants on the ground.

Then I was at cloud level. That's when I got scared that I'd never stop.

I was running out of oxygen, woozy from being so high up.

The stars were above me, my fear only growing more and more as I realized I might die-

I stopped floating.

And I started falling.

I screamed and I fell through a cloud, soaking wet, but the rushing air quickly dried me within seconds. My navy blue vest fell off of me, flying away with the wind, but I didn't care about that right now.

I was falling too fast for me to think- I was hyperventilating, panicking, not knowing what to do-

I closed my eyes as I was just about to hit the ground-

I felt a hand hold the back of my shirt, saving me from my death. I sighed with relief.

As I turned my head up and opened my eyes to see my saviour-

It was Bill.

In a physical form.