He has returned (Gravity Falls fanfiction)

chapter seventeen

Wendy was wet wet. It had been more water than Dipper had expected to be left in the bottle and it was old, warm and a bit stinky. Her hair sticked to every part of her face and her clothes were dripping. Even her hat was flattened onto her face.

"Dipper what?!-", she cut off. She had realized what had happened. Her mind was finally free again and she was feeling like herself. What in the hell was going on with her? Had Dipper been right? What exactly had Dipper explained to her about this boy again? When he had told her she had already been in this dream like state, unable to process or act on her own. Something or someone had been acting for her. She felt disgusting and used and even though she was already dripping in water she wanted to take a shower desperately.

Dipper was watching in horror about what he had just done. She would most definitely hate him forever now and go out with Bill on the spot and Bill would take her and his friends and his family and Mabel and his bed and his parents away from him. He was overthinking rapidly, if his head could start steaming from heat it would have.

Bill was utterly destroyed that Dipper had ruined his perfect moment with the girl of his dreams and he was going to get revenge! And it would be sweet. Mabel in general had been shocked about the situation but now burst into a loud laughter and Waddles soon joined her. Something about Bill looking at Dipper like a mad poodle and Dipper looking like he was about to roll up into a ball and suck his thumb was just too hilarious. The whole evening had been too serious anyways. She still wanted to explain to Bill why Dipper had done what he did because the demon did look a bit hurt and she would rather deal with a normal poodle instead of a sad one, if poodles could ever be called normal (NEVER.).

Wendy was the next one to start laughing. She laughed about her odd behavior and whatever had made her act like that it would not happen again. The boy was small, kind ugly and not emo enough for her. And Dippers clothes did not really suit him at all. She now felt better about herself again.

After Wendy followed Bill who felt pressured to join in and he faked a laugh. He was not really successful and it sounded unnatural and, yeah well like a poodle. But none of the others knew what his real laugh sounded like and it was so hilarious that it only fueled the weirdness and the comedy about the situation. Wendy even had tears in her eyes. You can imagine Bills fake laugh kind of like a dog imitating a duck. Even Waddles happy sounds sounded better than Bills laughter.

When they were done Wendy said:" Hey guys, i know this evening just started but for whatever reason it has rained only on me and I would really like to feel dry again. If you dont mind I would drive you back to the Shack and get to bed.".

Nobody objected, even though Bill wanted to spend a bit more time with this girl, the love of his life and his first puppet. Yes, he really believed that with his whole heart.

On the way back Bill was quiet again. He had not wanted to get back into the car but he also did not want to embarrass himself infront of Wendy. He was puzzled about why she had changed in just the blink if an eye when Dipper had splashed her. She was hypnotized and then horrified in the matter of just seconds. Even he understood that humans dont normally behave like this.

On the short way back to the Shack, tiredness had overwhelmed the demon. He had felt that only once, when he had possessed Dippers body. This was even worse. Not that his body was aching in pain but something brought him a huge discomfort. Something from inside of him. It made him feel sick and like he was about to puke and this time it was not the fault of Wendy's driving skills. The other three were talking excitedly about what they would do the next days and something about Soos's and Melody's wedding. Bill did not give them much attention. His mind was wandering off already into far imaginations, not yet something the mind could grasp onto, only small parts his brain was visualizing. Bill came to the conclusion that this must be what humans feel like before falling asleep. As a dream demon he knew a lot about sleep and of course dreams, but he had never experienced it himself. And he did not want to. He was afraid of it. What if other beings would take over his dreams? Falling asleep is like giving up all the control you have over you body and your unconsciousness takes over and shows you the depths of your imagination. He had never lost control willingly and tiredness was way to similar too loosing everything again. He could not really explain it.

Lost in his wandering thoughts they soon arrived back at the shack. Wendy was still wet, but not dripping anymore, her seat was now fairly soaked too but she did not mind. She told them all a good night and drove off again. To Bills displeasure she did not give him any extra attention or any attention at all. The twins went inside and Bill followed, getting a nasty side eye from Dipper. Mabel also seemed to ignore him. This all made him feel sadness, because he hated getting ignored and hated. He normally was loved by everyone. He had lost whatever he has had with Wendy in a second, nobody of the Pines took him seriously and his human body was failing him. All of those things gave him a huge wave of anxiety. He took in a deep breath of the now slightly chill evening air and they all went inside.

„Ah kids, great! You are just in time for dinner!", Stan came into the room, in his normal cooking outfit: a tank top that once was white, his loose pants, apron and cooking gloves to not burn his hands. He was holding a pan in one hand and an egg carton in the other. The whole room was filled with the wonderful smell of freshly baked eggs and some toast. The pines never cared if a meal was considered to be a ‚breakfast' or 'only for lunch'. They ate what and when they wanted.

Stan also did not pay Bill any mind. He had accepted him being there and if he meant another pair of hands that help with work, than he was more than glad for it ( he was extra happy about the fact that he would not have to pay Bill ).

They all seated themselves around the table, Stan called for Ford and he came shortly after. Soos and Melody were out, having a date (probably in the arcade, they both loved playing there together). The plates and cutlery were already on the table, there was now an extra chair for Bill which he appreciated. Not that he would tell them that but it made him feel a bit better.

Stan gave everyone two toasts with bacon and scrambled eggs. Everyone was exhausted so they just ate in silence. Nobody noticed Bill who was staring at his food, not knowing what to do. He knew what a knife was and also what a fork was, but the only experience he had with it was sticking forks into Dippers arms. He smiled at that memory. Ford noticed and looked at him puzzled.

„Do you know how to eat with cutlery?", he asked.

„Course I do, dude! I'm not dumb.", Bill answered, looked down onto his steaming food with a hungry craving. The pain in his stomach was worse than ever.

„It's sir."

Bill did not answer and rolled his eyes. He analyzed the way the others used the fork and knife and tried doing the same with his egg. He put the fork in his right hand and the knife in his left (Bill did not know yet that he was right handed or that that even was a thing. He once did accidentally start a cult in the 1430s against left handed people which might have lead to the burnings of the witches later on. That is another topic though.).

They way he grabbed both utensils was rather amusing because he did it like a toddler. His whole hand was gripping the fork so tightly his arm started shaking. Sticking his tongue out in an act of concentration he tried to pick up a piece of egg. The fork hit the plate hard and made an unpleasant sound. Now everyone was watching him curiously. Bill lifted the fork and tried again, This time he actually got a piece of egg on. He tried to get it to his face but it fell off halfway and instead of stopping, Bill continued raising the fork. He did not even stop at his mouth, no, he kept going to his eye and then slightly poked it. „Ouch!", he cried. Everyone started laughing. This was just too bizarre to watch. Mable had the feeling that this summer might not be too bad.

„Here, you are holding the fork an knife wrong. It's way to hard like that, try it this way.", Mable showed him how to do it. After a few tries he was actually getting more confident with it. Mable continued explaining how to now get the food to the MOUTH and that, once there, he had to chew and swallow, like he had done with the chocolate. Bill had already forgotten the chocolate but now he felt like he already had experience and indeed, he succeeded in swallowing his first bite of egg without further problems. Even Ford was smiling about this progress.

Bill realized he really really liked egg. In general, eating was something wonderful. He wanted to experience all the different flavors around the world because they must all be amazing! His toast was just as great and after he ha finished his plate before any of the others did he asked for more. When Stan gave him some he even said thank you which surprised everyone, even himself.

After eating he realized that the pain in his stomach was gone and a wave of relaxation came over him. He was even more tired than before but this time it did not feel so frightening.

Mary was sure Bill was making progress already. He had experienced so much today and it would help her a lot. Bill being in love and liking food so much was amazing! Her plan was succeeding.