Bill Bound: A Gravity Falls AU

Looking For Answers

Dipper woke up, completely forgetting he had fallen asleep downstairs. Both Mabel and Stan had already gotten up, and he could already smell what could only be identified as Stan-Cakes.
'They're like pancakes, but with pieces of my hair in them!'
Dipper shuddered at the thought of them. He still had to eat, though. He stood up, his arms aching. He forgot all about what happened last night, but the punctures on his arms quickly reminded him. Bill had tried to kill him last night. Bill was still in his head.

How's it hanging, Pine Tree?
You know how it's hanging, Bill.
Alright, so I may have tried to kill you with a knife last night, but that's not such a big deal, right?
NOT A BIG DEAL? NOT A BIG DEAL?
Alright, alright, gotcha Pine Tree! Won't happen again, kapeesh?

Dipper couldn't stand having Bill in his head. This was absolute torture. He was now definitely sure that Bill could easily take over his mind whenever, and that made him terrified. He tried thinking, but every time he did, Bill butted in. He stopped trying to think, and just did. He walked to the kitchen, and sat across from Mabel. "Did you sleep ok, Dip?" He nodded, slamming his head into his plate. Stan flipped the Stan-Cake onto his head and walked away. Dipper grumbled and groaned. Something in him told him to pick up the pancake and cause absolute chaos, but he knew better. But he also felt the need to. Bill took over for a second, picking up the pancake and throwing it in Mabel's face, laughing hysterically.

He didn't need to do that, but Bill thought that if he did little things, he could ultimately change this timeline back to normal. He knew everything that was going to happen, from the minute he had been summoned. But something like this was completely out of his reach. If the timeline had gone the way he planned, he would not have been stuck in wimpy Pine Tree's body, and would be waiting patiently. For Him. Now he didn't  know what was going to happen on that day. Will the thing he needs be nonexistent? Or will he just not be able to reach it? He felt helpless, bound to mortal strings. He couldn't look into the future and know everything now. He had to guess and try to change everything back.

Mabel shrieked, soon bursting into laughter soon after. She threw her Stan-Cake at her brother, which was doused in syrup. Bill stopped controlling, leaving Dipper asleep. When the sticky Stan-Cake hit his vulnerable face, he shot up and yelped. "Mabel, why did you do that?!" Shaking, he peeled the pancake off of his face. Mabel looked confused for a split second, but then remembered what happened. "Oh, right-" "'Oh right' what?" Stan looked over his hairy shoulder, as he was flipping another Stan-Cake. Dipper's heart started to pound rapidly. Mabel, however, didn't let anything get through her. "Nothing, Mabel's just-" "Talking about how we have to go right now, immediately, right now!" She grabbed Dipper's arm, dragging him outside. Stan shrugged it off for the time being, but could obviously tell something was up.

The twins sat on the couch on the porch. "Mabel, why'd you do that? I did nothing-" "It was Bill. At first I thought it was you having fun or something, but when you passed out and then woke up, I realized! Can he really take over whenever?" She was worried, even though it was just a pancake being thrown. This could get really dangerous really fast. "Yeah, I think so. It really takes a lot out of me, though." Mabel frowned. Dipper laid back on the couch, reaching into his vest for his journal. "Ooo, maybe we can get Bill out by using some chant thingy or something!" Dipper flipped through the journal. He got to the page about Bill. The only things on it consisted of some blood splatters, a picture, and sentences like "Don't summon! Very dangerous!" No kidding.

After a few more minutes, both twins slouched in unison. "Mabel, there's nothing in here... These efforts are completely fruitless." Dipper sighed, looking over to Mabel. She hasn't even been paying attention. She was just counting the sprinkles on her sweater. "'Mabel." She was still counting. "Mabel..." Still counting. "MABEL!" She jumped. "I'M LEAVING ALL MY SWEATERS TO CANDY! Wait what?" Dipper shook his head in annoyance. "Let's just go inside."

They walked back inside, finding nothing out except that Mabel was already planning out her will...? Dipper sat down at the table in the room next to the living room. Mabel sat as well, bringing Waddles with her. "Mabel, get Waddles off the table." "Oink, oink, I have other plans!" She put Waddles on the table, and he began to eat one of the journal's many informational pages. "Mabel!" He snatched the book away, Waddles seemingly oinking in disapproval. Mabel stood up, picking up and hugging Waddles.  "We'll be back with some refreshments!" The girl and her pig walked off into the kitchen. Wendy then peeped her head in from the gift shop. "Everything alright dorks?" "Oh, eheh, yeah..." Dipper laughed nervously. He was definitely over her, no doubt. It was just that he was really bad at hiding secrets. "Sweet, just wanted to check in. Heard some yelling and smelled some Stan-Cakes. Those things are nasty."

Mabel walked in with her signature drink- Mabel Juice. Or whatever was left of it. "Speaking of nasty," Dipper chuckled a little bit. "Hey, I'll have you know Mabel Juice is my best invention yet! And it'll totally get stuff off your mind and wake you up!" She poured a glass, handing it to Dipper. "Uh, no thanks, Mabel." Before he could get up, Mabel picked up the juice and threw it in his face, laughing. Dipper cracked a little smile. He poured a glass and threw it at her, too. Wendy laughed as well, yelling; "JUICE FIGHT!"

It was nice to have some mindless fun. Especially since Bill wasn't interfering.

"Alright, I gotta get back to my job or whatever, but see you guys later." The twins watched as Wendy walked back in, facing a bunch of angry shoppers. Both of them were completely soaked. "See Dip? You can still have a little fun! Alright, well I'm gonna go outside while you try to figure this out! See ya!" Mabel skipped away. After a few seconds Dipper could hear some screaming, which was obviously coming from her. "AH! BRACES, BRACES CAUGHT IN THE SCREEN DOOR! SOMEONE DICTATE MY WILL! IM GIVING IT ALL TO WADDLES!" The screaming soon stopped, and it sounded like Soos had gotten her out of the door.

Dipper frantically flipped through the journal. More nothing. How come it was being so useless?

Because Pointdexter has never gotten himself into a mess like this one! Sure he's let me into his mind whenever, but our souls have never bound!
Wait, are you talking about the Author?
Yep! The six fingered freak himself! He was a real dimwit! I've gotta admit, though, he almost figured me out! Too bad he-
Too bad he what?
You'll find out soon enough!

Dipper rolled his eyes. Bill was being extremely difficult at the moment. If he knew who the Author was, why didn't he just tell him?