"I'm starting to regret letting you get that piano now," Stanley said with clear disdain as Bill played another chord of Beethoven's Für Elise.

"Too late. It's here and it's mine," Bill hummed happily, opting to increasing the tempo this time around and playing a more difficult version of the famous song. Today he'd decided to wear a navy blue sweater Mabel had made him that had a bow tie on it and a golden triangular pattern on across the front of it horizontally. He wore a yellow skirt with it and navy flip flops.

he piano sat next the the fish tank in the living room. Lee had helped him move the table and chairs to make room for it, but he now regretted letting it into the house at all.

Bill suddenly heard the telltale hiss of the basement door opening, which meant Stanford had finally made his way to the surface for once. Bill smiled, immediately switched gears, playing an entirely different song a bit too loudly to be seen as accidental.

"We'll meet again. Don't know where. Don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day."

Ford suddenly burst into the room, red-eyed and looking to be on the verge of murder. "Could you possibly stop singing, young lady?" He asked exasperatedly. Bill suddenly turned to Stanford with feign tears in his eyes and said with a waver in his voice, "You don't like my singing?" Stanford looked slightly guilty for, as he saw it, wrecking the dreams of a young girl (if only he knew). "That's not it. I just- nevermind." He immediately stalked out of the room.

Bill burst into uncontrollable laughter at his little trick. "Stop messing with Pointdexter, kid." Stan continued to sip his coffee as he watched Bill at the piano.

"Not my fault he doesn't like the good old classics," Bill shrugged before continuing off where he left.

"Keep smiling through just like you always do. 'Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away."

I'm gonna be honest, I kind of like the existence of those clouds, but I mean whatever."

"Won't you please say hello to the folks that I know. Tell them I won't be long. Won't be very long. They'll be happy to know that as you say me go I was singing this song. We'll meet again. Don't know where. Don't know when. But I know we'll meet again some sunny day. We'll meet again. Don't know where. Don't know when. But I know we'll meet again some sunny day."

"And when we do meet again, I'll rip out your eyeballs," Bill laughed maniacally, while Stanley gave him the sort of look a parent would give to a child while they were scolding them.

"Keep smiling thorough just like you always do. 'Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away. So will you please say hello to the folks that I know. Tell them I won't be long. You hear that, Fordsy?"

Ford peeked into the room again around this time, being rather freaked out by the young girl's voice and choice of words.

"They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go I was singing this song. We'll meet again. Don't know where. Don't know when. But I know we'll meet again some sunny day."

He started laughing that unhinged laugh of his again as he finished playing the song before saying, "Oh man." He then continued into Für Elise as if nothing happened, leaving Ford blinking in astonishment and feeling whiplash at how fast the mood had changed. Bill suddenly stopped playing, blinking rapidly and clutching his stomach, stating simply to Stanley that his stomach was in pain. Stanley rolled his eyes and asked if he wanted some pain pills, to which he reluctantly agreed.

"I thought you liked pain."

"Not this kind." Stan gave him a look as he brought a box of medical supplies from the other room. "What kinds of pain are there then that aren't so painful?"

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"Why don't you try walking it off?"

"Okay." He got up and started walking out of the shack.

"Don't get lost or anything, kid."

"I won't, ankle-biter," Bill growled, stalking out of the house on his own.

Ford finally walked into the room again. "There's something... strange about that young lady."

"No kidding. Although, all women seem weird to you. You're like a lady repellent sometimes." Stanley elbowed his brother in the side.

"Am not. She just... she reminds me of Bill. The way she speaks, the things she speaks of. Her general behaviorism." Stanford crossed his arms, furrowing his brows. "Her voice does sound a bit like his, don't you think? And I thought Grenda had a strange voice."

"Sixer, I think you're just a little crazy. Sure she says some strange things, but all kids her age say things like that. Probably. I mean, look at Mabel. If Bell's a strange one, Mabel must be a nutcase then. She says some crazy things all the time. Albeit, she doesn't really talk about gore as much as Bell, but to each their own." Stanley replied smoothly.

"You're right, Lee," Ford sighed. "I think I'm going to go back to my project now. I'll see you in about a week."

Stanley sighed in relief as Ford left the room. He may have been a genius, but he sure was oblivious sometimes.

"Hey, do you kids know where Bi- I mean Bell went?" Grunkle Stan asked the kids, who'd been hanging out with Wendy at the check-out counter of the Mystery Shack. It was later in the day now, which made him worried since Bill had been gone an awfully long time.

"I saw her leave earlier in the day, but she never came back," Dipper commented. "You don't think she got into any trouble, do you?"

"I don't know, but it's about time for dinner. So if you kids would go out and look for him, that would be great." Dipper and Mabel nodded as the old man left the room.

"I bet Mabel finds her first," Wendy cut in, earning an astonished look from Dipper. "You wound me, Wendy. Ye of so little faith," He joked.

"Let's race to see who finds Bell first!" Mabel suggested, to which everyone agreed and gathered on the porch. They both got into running stances at the edge of the porch as Wendy started counting them down.

"Ready, set go!" The two raced off, each circling the shack once before running off to find him elsewhere. Dipper headed down the road into town, while Mabel went into the forest, planning to check the waterfall nearby, then head to Gnome Man's Land and finally to the cemetery before going into town, figuring those were the best places to start. Dipper was going to look around for him in the town, remembering how he'd been complaining often about random things he felt he needed and Grunkle Stan refused to buy.

Turned out that one of them didn't have to walk for very long. While Dipper roamed the town in search of Bill, Mabel found him at the edge of the lake and staring at the waterfall as if contemplating whether or not he wanted to go closer to it. His flip flops lay on the shore, while Bill stood with the water going just above his knees.

"Bill! What are you doing?" Mabel yelled. Bill turned toward her and smiled sheepishly. "Stanley said that I should walk off the pain I was feeling right here," He pointed at his lower stomach. "So I did and I found this place. Figured I might go swim by the waterfall, but I never got the nerve to go further than this."

Mabel stared at him for a moment before noticing a trail of blood dripping down his thighs. "Um, Bill?" She took off her own shoes before trudging into the water after him. She pointed between his legs and said, "I think you're on your period."

Bill looked down, seemingly noticing the blood for the first time before looking up again. "What's a period?"

Mabel stared at him in shock for a moment. "It's a thing that older girls have once a month. You know what a uterus is, right?" Bill shook his head, no. Mabel sighed. This was going to be a lot harder than it looked. "It's the reproductive organs. Basically, every month your uterus skins itself and all the eggs and gunk start leaking. It usually takes a couple days to a week to finish," Mabel explained, earning a disgusted face from the former demon. "That sounds disgusting. How do I make it stop?" /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""You can't just make it stop, silly. You'll keep having it 'till you get older and go through menopause which, as I've heard, is worse than the periods themselves." Mabel smiled proudly at having been able to successfully explained it. Bill stared at her in horror. "I want this to be over," He groaned, running his fingers over his face.

"Hey, you were right about the swimming thing. Although, I wouldn't suggest swimming at a pool on your period, taking warm or cold baths are usually a great way to help the pain go away. And usually I would say you shouldn't swim at a lake on your period either, but you're already dripping into the lake, so I don't think it really makes a difference at this point. And it'll be fun. Don't worry about getting your clothes wet or anything. They can get cleaned and washed later." As if to encourage him, she walked further into the lake, getting her skirt wet and soon enough her shirt was soaked as well.

Bill tentatively followed her example, wading into the water until his skirt was soaked and his shirt was starting to get damp. He could see clear through the water and noticed how his skirt seemed to sway as if there were wind blowing it around under the water. There were little dots of blood soaking into the water around his skirt as well. He felt unnerved by this and started going further into the water until he was unable to touch the floor any more. They both swam around in their soaked clothes, splashing around and swimming closer to the waterfall. There, they let the water fall on their heads and laughed as they each took turns trying to dunk each other under the waterfall.

They were both acting like... normal kids. It made Bill feel weird when he realized this.

Two hours passed that way until they heard Dipper yell at them from the shoreline. They hadn't even noticed when he got there. "What are you doing? It's starting to get dark out! We need to head back to the shack!"

The two girls paddled back to shore and Bill splashed Dipper. "What? You afraid of the dark or something?" Bill teased. When they were finally fully out of the water, Mabel said she wanted a hug from Dipper, who valiantly dodged her attacks and started running back to the shack. Mabel and Bill both chased him now yelling about hugging him in all their wetness.

Just as they escaped the woods, Dipper chanced a glance back just in time to get tackled by the two girls.

"Gotcha brobro," Mabel said at the same time Bill said "Gotcha Pinetree." They looked at each other and giggled. Bill held Dipper down, while Mabel tickled him until Grunkle Stan came out and told them to get inside. The girls reluctantly stopped tickling (more like torturing) Dipper and ran inside, high-fiving each other proudly.

The rest of the night would be spent cleaning themselves up and drying up the trail of water they'd tracked into the shack.