P.I.E Meets Gravity Falls (Being Rewritten)

The Banishment of Bill

-- Dipper perspective, after Bill's resurrected--

"Can he do that?!" Mabel whispered to me while I was thumbing through the journal pages.

"I don't know, it doesn't say anything about returning from death." I tried to look harder, "Unless you count the chapter on zombies." I looked back up. Bill and the man seemed to be talking. Suddenly, Bill's eye slitted and turned red and the man began to scream for help.

Mabel and I stared, powerless. We didn't bring anything that could banish Bill back to his dimension, or any weapon to use against Bill at all. Mabel held up her grappling hook as the man screamed louder and I ushered her back down.

"Dipper, that man is screaming for help! We can't just sit here and watch! What if Bill's killing him?!"

"Bill doesn't kill, he possesses! Why would that guy be any different?"

"I don't know, but we have to help him Dipper!" She almost stood up, when another figure ran into the clearing. He was taller than the screaming man by just a bit and had raven black hair and grey/blue eyes. In his hand he held a pistol, an he looked like he knew how to use it.

"Sir?!" He shouted and he ran to the man. "Sir, what's going on?!" He frantically looked from Bill the the guy.

The man in the grey hoodie turned to him, still squirming, "HELP HE'S STEALING MY LIFE FORCE FROM MY HAND!" The man with black hair began pulling on the hoodie guy to get him away from Bill. Hoodie guy had stopped screaming and fell forward as if he fainted. The black haired man backed away from the body. Bill was still holding the unconscious man's in his grip, his eye smiling. The black haired man quickly shot at Bill. Once. Twice. Three times in all. All three went through Bill and the black haired guy checked the bullets and face palmed. He turned to Bill and began hurriedly talking to him, waving his hands at the unconscious man as he did. Bill just shrugged it off, and looked extremely startled when the brown haired man began to stand back up, clutching his head with his free and and laughing the creepiest laugh I had ever heard.

"Is it just me or is his jacket more of a blue color now?" Mabel whispered to me. I did see the color change, but I didn't think it mattered. Maybe the light was messing with our eyes? Suddenly, hoodie guy pulled a knife out of his pocket and slashed it downwards, cutting of his hand.

--Toast perspective, after Ghost fainted--

"Oh nononono..." I could already see the changes in his hoodie and hair. I shot a Bill three times to try to wound him, and when it didn't work, I checked the bullets. It turned out I had grabbed the gun  with bullets intended to wound humans instead of the specially manufactured salt bullets Johnny and I forged to effect ghosts. I face palmed and decided to talk Bill out of it.

"Thats not going to work, Toast-Man." The triangle said to me. I saw Johnny twitching in the dirt and a smile creeping up on his face.

I held my gun in front of me. I knew the bullets didn't work, but it was worth a shot to intimidate him, "You need to let him go before he wakes up!" I tried telling it, but it ignored me.

"Why would I do that? And it's not like he's going to wake up." Hilariously, my partners eyes shot open then. They were both blood red, and Jimmy began to laugh his signature laugh. I backed up slowly as Bill seemed to tighten his grip on the serial murderer's hand. "Uh... Hoodie?" strange nickname for Ghost, I thought, but suiting. Jimmy pulled out his knife and I knew what was going to happen before it did.

The knife flew down and cut off Johnny's hand.

"Did you seriously just cut off your hand?" Bill said, holding the limp limb in his own, Jimmy just laughed harder.