The Reapperance

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Dipper panicked, Bill couldn't be back. There was absolutely no way. Variations of these lines ran through Dipper's head, followed by the thought I HAVE to be dreaming. "nOpE iM hErE fOr ReAl PiNeTrEe!" at this revelation Dipper sunk to the ground muttering to himself "thiscan'tbehappeningthiscan'tbehappeningthiscan'tbehappening"
"tHaT's NoT aLl!" Bill exclaimed, his demonic voice echoing through their colorless surroundings. Excitement was clear in Bill's voice, which relayed to Dipper that whatever was coming could not be good for himself. Before Dipper could even respond, there was a blinding light coming from Bill's general direction. For those few seconds, everything that could be seen or heard was white. Finally, after what felt like years, the light died down. Dipper's ears were still ringing when he finally brought himself to look at Bill. To his astonishment, Bill was no longer there. Where the dapper flying triangle once stood, or rather floated, was a tall man in his very late teens. He had caramel colored skin, freckles, the brightest green eyes, and blonde hair, with an undercut where the shorter part was black. The mystery man was wearing black ripped jeans and a yellow tank top. Dipper stood up, shaking. "B-Bill?" he backed away slowly, desperately wishing for the opposite response than he knew he would receive. "Who else Pinetree?" Bill smirked.

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