Black and White and Streaks of Color

Chapter Thirty One: Mabel's P.O.V. Dead Body, Living Mind

  "Why is Pacifica lying on the ground like that?" I ask, scared.
  "She's..." Bill answers cheerily, until his eye goes red and his voice deepens,"fine."
  He tugs my hand and he falls into me, a suddenly I feel myself lift as if a large weight was lifted off my shoulders.
I look in front of me at the wood ceiling. I gaze down and see myself.
"Wha..." I glance at my eyes and they're yellow. With black horizontal slits.
"Thanks for the body, Shooting Star!" Bill cheers. From my body.
"What the hell?! What did you do?!" I yell.
"I'm keeping Pacifica safe and this is what you're giving me. Have fun in the mindscape, kid!" He begins to walk around the kitchen, bumping into things in a clumsy manner.
"Dipper! Help!" I screech.
Dipper confusedly glances at Bill in my body. So, Bill/me. Babel? Mill? Mabill? Mabill. That's... yeah.
"Dipper!" I repeat, but he seems to have no idea what happened. I fly in front of him, but he doesn't seem to see me."Hello? Dipper?"
He walks right through me towards Mabill."Um, Mabel, are you feeling okay?"
"Feeling great, er, brother!" he replies.
"Okay," he says, but his face doesn't look promised. He hops up the stairs.
"Bill! Why can't Dipper hear me? Why is he ignoring me?"
"Let's just say you're invisible. Without a vessel to possess, you're basically a ghost!"
"Argh!" I cry out in agony and frustration."How long are you gonna possess my body for?!"
"Until I find what I need and destroy it," he answers, casually rummaging through the fridge."Human soda! I'm gonna drink it like a person!" He pours Pitt Cola into his mouth and eyes, laughing hysterically.
I rush up stairs, desperate to find Dipper. But first I need a vessel. A vessel? How can I find one? And where? I scavenger for one, and I suddenly have a horrible feeling that I don't have much time.