Time Flop

Chapter 2

Dipper's POV

I finally collapsed in a clearing. I didn't hold back the tears anymore, I just let them roll off of my face, and onto the ground. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore, then I just curled up on the forest floor, and sobbed.

"Oh, poor, poor, Pine Tree..." I heard. I felt myself grow dizzy, the nausea climbing fast. "If there was only something I could do... Oh wait...there IS something I can do!"

The world around me became devoid of all color. A single triangle fell from the sky and landed in front of me. It faded from white to yellow, and back. I sat up and crawled away, keeping my eyes on it. It grew a single eye, right in the middle, and up a little.

Two jet-black arms shot out from the sides, and two legs from the bottom. A bow tie, a hat...the fine details all fell into place.

Bill.

"Nice to see you, Pine Tree. Miss me? Ah, wait. We both already know the answer to that one, don't we?" He cackled. I jumped to my feet, and brushed the tears away.

"No need to act tough, kid. I already know what's going on here! You want Icebag over there to be your Dream-Boat! Your Love-Unicorn! Your- ah, probably shouldn't say that one..."

I wasted no time. By the time he was done ranting, my fist was already flying through the air. He easily caught it with a snap of magic. I felt myself being lifted into the air.

"Ah, ah, ah...Don't get cocky, Pine Tree!" He said, twirling me about. The nausea returned as my stomach tossed about. "You of all people know that I could've forced a deal no problem!" He forced my hand out, and put his right next to it...ready to shake...

"But, it's not much fun to let someone know it's not they're fault!" He put me down. He snapped his fingers, and a long, black table appeared. He teleported to the far end, and knitted his small, black fingers together.

"Down to business!" He continued. "You, so very obviously, want Icebag for yourself. I, of course, can help you with that." I squinted my eyes, and took a seat.

"I'm listening..." I said. He chuckled.

"All you have to do is give me...hmmm...the next three or four years of your life!" I was confused. How would he take years out of my lifetime? I tried thinking, but my Billgraine (the migraine I get when I try to understand Bill) returned. The table and chairs disappeared, and we were left suspended in the air. I heard a voice calling through the woods...calling my name...getting closer...

"Dipper, come on, dude!" It called. "You know I didn't mean it!" The tears returned. I turned back to Bill.

"I'll be 16?" I asked.

"Sure kid, but you'd better hurry up!" He replied, as he stuck his hand out, engulfing it in blue flames.

She broke out of the brush, her figure being the only splash of color in an endless sea of Black and White.

"Dipper, no!" She called.

I felt my face grow involuntarily tense...I reached out, and shook Bill's hand.