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Chapter 29 - A Tad Strange

Dipper ran as fast as he could back to the throne room, despite the pain in his stomach and the wobbling of his legs. The book felt and looked very ancient and he was sure that no one has read this book for millions of years.

When he arrived, Dipper saw Bill battling with Tad. All by himself. Blue and purple fire that did not burn circled them both.

Ha. Bold of those traitor henchmaniacs to assume that Bill also ate a bread roll.

"Bill!" He called out. "I got it!"

Dipper had never felt so weak without his magic. He felt like a full human again.

Bill paused for half a second to look at him. The blond then hurled a fireball in the other direction and magicked some smoke around the area so Tad wouldn't see him. Dipper could hear Tad's roars of frustration.

Bill teleported next to Dipper and he gave him the book. As the demon was flipping through the pages, Dipper said, "The henchmaniacs, 8-Ball and Teeth, were traitors. They were the ones that lowered the defenses and they poisoned the roll I ate earlier that canceled all of my magic. They said that..." Dipper bit his lip. "That you used to be a great king, but now you're human and we are...weak."

Bill was murderously silent. "What of them now?"

"They died. My fire power...I think it was too much for them."

Bill's lips thinned. "Good. Now, this book has a spell that will conjure a portal to the Nightmare Realm and this portal will be sealed shut forever, so no one that goes through this portal would never come back out." He looked Dipper in the eye. "I need to perfect this spell so that we'll all be safe. Go hide somewhere other than this room so that Tad can't get you."

"I can distract him as a human. I don't need magic. We are all counting on you to get this spell perfected so that Tad Strange won't be a threat anymore. Please just let me go out there. Trust me, I can do this." Dipper put a hand on Bill's shoulder.

Bill thought for a moment. He then looked up at Dipper and he was surprised to see that there was a line of silver glistening in them. "Do your worst, Pine Tree. Make it count. Just for five minutes."

Dipper nodded and ran deeper into the throne room.

Five minutes. He could do this.

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Bill's breathing became quick and unsteady once he saw Dipper run through the smoke where Strange was.

He shouldn't get worried about Pine Tree—couldn't. He had seen what he could do without magic. He even had more human strength than Bill himself, but he didn't want to tell Pine Tree that.

Bill flipped through the pages and scanned the pages so quickly for the spell that his index finger already stung like hell from a paper cut or two. He didn't want to heal it—he needed to save all his magic for the portal. Portals always took out a big chunk of his magic. He was the only type of demon who could summon portals to different realms, him being a dream demon, and it always took out a big chunk of his magic. Mind reading and slipping through dreams were something that just took him half a thought to do. Any of those things were impossible for a regular demon like Dipper to do.

There! Bill bit his lip as he quickly translated the title, which was in a demon language he knew too well. The demonic language has not changed in eons.