3. The Plan is in action

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Bill POV)
I set out a trap for Pine tree knowing he would never, willingly come to the Mind-scape with me. I had set out papers with rocks on top so they wouldn't blow away. I knew he wanted to know as much about me as possible, so he can eventually deCipher me(A/N get it deCipher ok never mind). So the papers were covered with information about me written by me. Pine tree would be coming some time really soon, since around this time he was getting dressed and ready for the day.

Dipper POV)
Gravity falls is so beautiful in the morning, I thought to myself. I was wearing a white t shirt, black fingerless gloves, a gray skirt, black leggings, and some tennis shoes. I walked down the street till I noticed a path with papers on it. I bent down grabbed one and quickly realized all the papers had information about Bill on them. I ran down the path and picked up every single paper till. CRASH! I fell some feet and hit my head hard, right before I passed out I saw a blur of a Blonde boy looking at me and he said, " Nice to see you again, Pine tree."
Time skip they is in the mind-scape)
When I woke up I found myself in a very cozy bed that I did want to get out of, but got out anyway to explore my unfamiliar surroundings. The bed I was in had white bed sheets, and black comforter and pillow cases. In the room there were three doors, one I guessed led out to the hall, the other two I opened one was closet, not surprised by that, the other led to a room with a bed that had blue sheets and black comforter and pillow cases. There was another door on the opposite side of the room, that led to a room that looked similar to the others except the bed sheets were red. There was another door just across the room, again it looked similar to the other rooms but the bed sheets were yellow. On the bed someone lay there reading a book. He had blonde hair with black tips, and he was wearing a yellow suit with black sleeves and black fingerless gloves, and underneath he wore black jeans. Unlike this room the other three rooms looked to be abandoned and unkept, while this one looked like it was always occupied and cleaned about 3 times a week. "I see your awake."the blonde haired boy was now looking at me. "W-who  are y-you?" I asked nervously. Stupid stutter makes me sound more afraid than I actually am. He just shook his head at me "Aw, come on pine tree. I know you remember weirdmaggenden." Suddenly my eyes immediately replaced the boy with the evil dorito. "BILL!" I screamed so bad that my that my throat went hoarse. I glared at him, but he just casually looked at me with a smirk. His expression told me one thing 'The one and only'. My eyes met his and I felt the same warmness in his eyes just like the warmness I felt a couple of weeks ago. "Anyways I'd like to show you something." He grabbed my hand and dragged into the hall. The walls were covered with paintings. Some scenery, some what  looked like for fun art, and some of people who I guessed to be his family. One picture caught my eye though. In the picture, there was a younger version of Bill, two boys who looked just like him except they had  blue and red hair. Finally a girl who looked too young to be his mother, so sister maybe? She had black and white hair with wolf ears and tail. After we got through the hall we stopped in front of two thrones. The smaller one had robes folded neatly and a crown for the queen. Wait is he royalty? Is he the king of where ever we are? I did not have to wait long for the answer cause evil human form of dorito Bill replied. "Mind-scape, that's where we are. Yes I'm the king meaning I'm royalty, yes." He smiled but it quickly faded to a frown. "The rooms you went through to get to my room we're my brothers' and sister's room. They died about 2 years ago." I felt bad for him. WAIT... I FELT BAD... FOR HIM!? He turned to me and grabbed my hand in both of his. "Hey pine tree will you be my king?"

A/N
Sorry this took forever to get out stupid writers block

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