Dipper's POV

"Ohhh Pine Tree~" Bill cooed, scratching behind my ear.

I leaned into Bill's touch, feeling myself want to purr. It almost escaped until Will jumped on my stomach, knocking the air out of me.

"Will!" I gasped in pain. Bill just laughed. Of course he laughed.

"Daddy, Banana won't let me play with him!" Will whined, tears brimming in his eyes. Will was very much a cry baby. Almost anything could make him cry.

"Sweetheart if he doesn't want to play then you can't make him. Why don't you play with me or Daddy? He could teach you how to conjure fire?"

"Yeah, sure kid. At this age Orion and Clover were already running around setting things on fire." Will scrunched up his nose and pouted. He didn't like the aspect of fire very much.

"No," he pouted, "I want to play with Banana!"

Quite possibly hearing his shouting, Banana made his way into the living room, and walked up to Will. Will picked him up gently, much unlike Clover and Orion.

"And where have you been mister?" Bill asked Banana, eyeing the cat.

Meow

"Who is Terry?" Bill asked, now engaged in a feline conversation.

Meow

"What kind of a cat did you make?!" I asked Bill, really surprised to Banana's answer. That was not something I ever thought I'd hear a cat say.

Will carried Banana into the kitchen, most likely to feed him. After a few moments of silence and more Bill cuddling I heard Will shaking food into Banana's dish. I only hoped he wasn't overfeeding him like always. Banana was starting to get fat.

"Pine Tree," Bill cooed again, lowering his hand from behind my ear to my deer stomach and then lower again.

"Bill," I warned, "our child is in the other room. Cut it out."

"Oh but Pine Tr–"

Bill stopped immediately at the sound of Will's scream. My ears flicked up immediately and I threw myself off the couch, my hooves sliding against the floor.

"Will, are you okay?!" I yelled, as Bill and I dashed into the kitchen. Will may have cried very often, but he never ever screamed.

As we entered the kitchen a putrid death-like smell met my nose. I froze at the door frame, Bill holding me back. On the other side of the room stood 8-ball, holding a knife to my child's throat.

"What do you want?!" I asked, terrified for Will. I was sure he was as immortal as I was, but still, having a knife sliced into your neck was painful, and I didn't want Will to suffer the physical and psychological pain. "Just give me the child, and I'll give you anything you want."

Bill had stopped holding me back now. Instead he stood completely still, staring at 8-ball openmouthed. What had him so shocked? Shouldn't he be more angry?

"Oh, I already have what I want, your three children. You, Bill Cipher, took everything from me," 8-ball snarled at Bill, "so now I intend to take everything from you."

"I highly doubt you have Clover and Orion," Bill almost laughed. There was the familiar Bill. 8-ball only grinned at his response.

"That is true, but now knowing their names, it will make it a lot easier to find them," 8-ball grinned again, showing his long teeth.

Bill wrapped his arm around me nervously, and 8-ball noticed this, watching us with his strange eyes. I stepped forward, trying to get out of Bill's grip, but I realized too late that making a move for my child was my mistake.

"Give me my child," I said again, getting angrier now.

"And as I see you mean so much to Bill as well." My eyes widened. "I suppose I'll have to take you too."

I whirled around to reach for Bill but an endless hole had appeared under me, and I fell into the abyss screaming his name.

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Bill's POV

"Dipper!" I screamed, as he fell through the hole. I jumped, attempting to leap into the same hole, but I was only met with the floor. The pain was almost funny, but my fury took over.

"Where the hell did you take him?!" I growled, clenching my fists. I could feel my nails tearing into my skin, and feel the blood slipping down my fingers. "Give me my child!"

This was going too far. 8-ball had died! Why was it people that I killed kept coming back to life!? How was that even possible!?

"Aw, I see you're happy that I'm alive. I knew you would be," 8-ball laughed, so amused with himself. Will whimpered in his arms, the knife dangerously close to his neck.

I could feel the heat rising in my body, my nails slicing deeper into my hands. Before I realized my vision had turned red, and my hair was in flames. I was beyond furious.

"Why are you back? How are you back? And what the fuck do you want with my Pine Tree and my child?!"

"I've already told you, Bill, I intend to take everything from you, just as you took everything from me, as for how I'm back, how many of your little friends do you still think are on your side? When you left, their loyalty for you left too." That didn't answer my question. He still hadn't explained how the axe I brought upon his head hadn't killed him. He never explained how he so easily evaded his death sentence.

"8-ball, I have no quarrel with you, I was simply regaining what was mine! What you took from me was not yours!" 8-ball stood still as I talked. This was the first sign of foolishness from him. He watched only my eyes, not my hands.

With a whoosh of my magic, I tore the knife from his hands, careful not to hit Will. I lunged for him, but they both fell into a hole as my Dipper had moments before. It sealed itself, just before I reached it, and I landed on my face.

I screamed, and pounded on the floor. "Bring then back you coward! Bring them back!" But I knew he would not bring them back, and I knew I would have to save them soon. 8-ball has proven himself as despicable as I used to be, and if I didn't save them soon who knew what he would do to them.