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[Bill sits outside of Dipper Pines' dream, visible like a lit window full of color and sound seen from a darkened and quiet street, and fumes.

(He remembers the hand of a much older entity grabbing him the instant he was kicked back to the dreamscape, shaking his incorporeal form like a rag doll.

"IDIOT! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?")

Let's just just... get it over with.

He digs pins and needles in, slides in sideways to step inside the illusion being created in the kid's mind. He's very good at this. He's very smart and very good at what he does and he is GOING to find a way out of this old rule, because nobody in a trillion years has made a seal tight enough to keep Bill Cipher in - or out. Gslhv prwh qfhg pvvk tvggrmt ofxpb, gszg'h zoo.

He just needs to buy some time, first. Adjust the plan, a little.

In the mean time, whatever Dipper was dreaming about, there's now an invisible triangle in the middle of it. ... I mean, he's not going to appear YET, of course not, he's got to figure out an Entrance. Show up somewhere without making a huge deal about it? Just because he's had a setback doesn't mean we completely abandon all class and taste, jeez.]

Edited 2020-09-22 05:56 (UTC)

[The dream was ...a little odd. It’s a quiet street, some of it looks like Gravity Falls, some of it doesn’t. Like a haphazard mix of two different memories coming together to form one set location. The sky is dark, and there’s a ghost of a breeze, if Bill could feel such a thing.]

[Dipper isn’t hard to spot, he’s walking down the middle of the street, and as he does, ghosts and wraiths of people form passing him along the street and sidewalk. Some of them are familiar- citizens of Gravity Falls, some of them are not. Dipper is doing his best to trudge forward, quick and steady, keeping his eyes forward, trying not to look at the people passing him. Each one that does turns their gaze to his back.]

[Their eyes glow yellow, pupils slit, and a grin pulls at their lips, threatening to nearly split their faces.]

[Eventually Dipper breaks out into a run. As he does, voices start to flood the street. Harsh, manic whispers of trust no one permeate the air until it feels suffocating.]

[Follow him?]

[Ha! This is great, very hilarious, 10/10, you love to see it. Good work, Bill. Thanks, Bill.

Bill is absolutely following him, but that cackling that's suddenly overlaid on everything is very much authentic Bill Cipher, not a dream projection.

His plan is to cut things off, but... well, watching a liiiittle longer won't hurt, right?

("WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU 'DIDN'T KNOW' HE WAS YOUR CHARGE? HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW?"

The signs had been there, in retrospect - Dipper's tendency to make over-complicated plans, the conspiracy boards, the willingness to stay up for days on end just to find an answer ... but it's not as though Pine Tree was the only human Bill's ever seen that does any of those things. He didn't like thinking about it at the moment and he's not thinking about it right now, either.)]

Edited 2020-09-22 23:26 (UTC)

[Oh, that’s bad. Dipper’s run turns desperate as he flees the street, running until the scenery changes and turns into the familiar woods that surrounds the shack. Despite how easy it should be to navigate a place he’s lived near, he can’t seem to find his way, and the forest itself seems to get darker, more oppressing.]

Come on, come on!

[He really just wants to go home, but his dream sure is giving him a hard time. Finally, if that cackle of Bill’s persists, Dipper will turn around, staring wildly at his surroundings and shout.]

Come out! I know you’re there! Just get your stupid taunting or whatever over with! I’m really not in the mood right now after the garbage you just put me through!

[The tree nearest to Dipper groans and every knot in it opens in a glowing eye - the ones nearby soon follow, until the forest is full of eerie yellow lights.]

FUNNY HOW YOU'RE REFERRING TO IT IN THE PAST TENSE WHEN WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED!

[Yep, that’s about what he expected. Doesn’t make it any less creepy though and Dipper keeps his distance from any of those lights the best he can.]

What do you want, Bill?

[A chummy muppet arm reaches out from behind Dipper to try to toss itself around his shoulders, and on the other end of that arm is a wholeass Bill, congealing in a wave out of particles of black mist.]

AW, I WANT TO HELP YOU! ISN'T THAT WHAT I SAID ALREADY? YOU AND ME MAKE A GREAT TEAM. DIDJA FIND THAT HINT I LEFT YOU YET?

Edited 2020-09-23 04:55 (UTC)

[Dipper yelps and squirms away, putting at least three feet between them.]

Hint?! I’m probably in a coma right now, thanks to you!

[What hint!?!? He made it about four minutes before his body completely shut down on him. At what point was he supposed to find a hint? Obtuse bastard.]

[Acute bastard! Please.]

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! I'M NOT THE ONE THAT WORE YOU OUT, YOU DID THAT ONE TO YOURSELF! AND THEN YOUR SISTER RAN YOUR BODY AROUND IN CIRCLES!

[The woods whirl dizzying around them for a second, the ground spinning under Dipper's feet like a merry-go-round.]

ALL I DID WAS GET A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY!

[The ground lurches to a halt, just a suddenly. Bill is now directly overhead, bright against a sky that's full of yellow stars that look suspiciously like more eyes.]

YOU REMEMBER HOW DULL THE MINDSCAPE IS! IMAGINE BEING THERE FOR AS LONG AS I'VE BEEN!

You threw my body down a flight of st- whOA!

[Dipper is not done yelling at Bill, however the world going topsy-turvey on him cuts him off pretty quick. As the ground lurches to a halt, Dipper loses his balance and falls over.]

[His attentions snaps northward, to the sky.]

Yeah, well, I guess that’s just a perk of not being a brain demon. Not being trapped in the mindscape!

NO WAY TO CHANGE WHAT I AM, KID! UNLESS YOU WANT TO OFFER ME ANOTHER RIDE IN A HUMAN BODY!

[Bill sticks out his hand to help Dipper to his feet - and then, of course, it bursts into blue flame before the kid can touch it.]

[That’s fine because Dipper had no plans of taking his hand to begin with. He made that mistake one time, and one time was enough. He gets to his feet on his own.]

No! Are you kidding? You took my body and you didn’t even hold up our end of the deal! You broke the laptop! I don’t know what you want from me now, but you’re not getting anything.

YOU'RE THE ONE THAT ASKED ME FOR A HINT, KID! TAKE ANOTHER LOOK AT THAT LAPTOP'S GUTS!

[...]

Wait, what?

[Did he really leave him some kind of hint? That takes the wind out of his sails for just a moment.]

JUST 'CAUSE YOU DIDN'T LIKE HOW I TOOK CARE OF MY END DOESN'T MEAN I BROKE OUR DEAL, PINE TREE~!

[Bill leans on his cane in mid-air, eye smug.]

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