You Thought Wrong

Truth

A few days pass. Mabel ignored me most of them.  On the 13th day of being possessed Bill had me up wandering through the house, testing the edge of all even slightly sharp objects until I fell unconscious. He dragged me upstairs to my bed and I tossed and turned all night as he tormented me in my dreams. He's been doing it a lot lately, and I just blamed all the marks on whatever I can.

I wake up late. Grunkle Stan made stancakes and left some for me. I scarf them down quickly then go down to see Grunkle Ford.

"Hey Grunkle Ford. Its Dipper. Can I come in?" I ask.

"Hey Dipper. Come on in. I have to ask you something." He is in the back looking through some old photographs. I sit down next to him.

"Hey Dipper, is there something wrong? You seem off lately. Is there something I should know?" He asks me. I want to scream yes. To beg him for advice. To do something but all I can think about is Mabel on the floor in pain, and I know I can't.

"Just puberty really." I say, throwing in a forced voice crack. Again, he buys it. But for how long? Then I watch in horror as my body floats away from me. 

"NO! BILL PLEASE" I beg, but I'm too late. Grunkle Ford has already seen my eyes widen and he knows somethings amiss. The gig is up. I can't stop him. I can't save Mabel.

"Oh boy Sixer. That nephew of yours sure had ya fooled! HA! This has been going on for days, a little over 2 weeks now! I for one am tired of the act! So watcha gonna do Sixer? Huh?" Bill laughs.

Grunkle Ford stares in horror as Bill runs around in my body, slamming my head into walls and crushing my hand in various cupboards. He doesn't even blink until Bill asks him a question.

"Hey Sixer, got any forks around here?" Came his twisted laugh.

"But how?" Grunkle Ford stutters.

"Now, I swear you and I had this talk already Sixer. Oh right. I erased your memory. Here ya go." Bill snapped his, er, my fingers and suddenly Grunkle Ford wasn't scared. He was mad.

"Let him go Bill!" He yelled at Bill in my body. He then grabbed a weird-looking gun and pointed it at my body. I might not have spent my life on this stuff but it didn't look like a memory gun. Even Bill faltered.

"Go ahead. There is a chance I might still survive. Pinetree on the other hand, eh, not so much.

Whats wrong Sixer? You didn't hesitate last time you pointed one of those at me. Try me! I'm calling your bluff!" Bill cackled.

"STAN! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE AND BRING A BAT!" Grunkle Ford yelled. Bill rolled my eyes all the way back in my head then back again.

"This is what we're doing huh? Well I always have another plan up my sleeve." And he popped away. And he took my body with him. Soon I was next, but before I was gone, I saw Grunkle Stan burst through the door, just a second to late.

"Finally here are ya Pinetree?" Bill asked. My body lay on a table and Bill was drinking some glowing purple liquid from a glass through his eye. He forces me into my body.

I was finally here. But where is here?