Dipper's POV:
I woke up groggy from my sleep, remembering all that had happened yesterday. Bill had shown me his human form and invited me to his party tonight! I still can't believe he did that, it's too surprising. I guess he didn't technically say I couldn't tell this to Ford but I won't anyway, he doesn't need to know everything about the demons. He especially shouldn't know because if I know him well enough, then he will somehow use the information and find even an experimental weakness. I couldn't take that risk, I wanted to see first hand how demons behave before I had my opinion on them and tried to kill them. I sincerely doubt that I would want to kill them though, so what Ford doesn't know won't hurt my demon friends.
I got up and started my routine, getting dressed and freshened up. After that was all done, I got to school for the day. School is almost as boring as back when Earth was normal, but at least I'm not being put to sleep by a boring teacher that drones on and on monotonously. When it was time for lunch I started my way down the Fearamid to the kitchen. I made myself some food and eat it, savoring it before I had to go back to my schooling. When I was done I walked back up the Fearamid to my room. For PE I decided to do a few laps around my floor, but not too many in case I need more energy for tonight. After school is finally over I walk back to my nook and sat down to start reading.
I was 15 minutes in when I felt the familiar breeze of magic go through the air of my room, it was weak so it must be a letter from my family. I saw a letter set on my desk where I knew there was no letter before, so I stood and went to retrieve it. After I picked it up I sat down on my chair and opened it, care so as to not damage it. I was surprised, but not really, when I saw it was all from Ford.
Dear Dipper,
Bill sent me a letter yesterday night! I was greatly surprised and decided not to disturb you while you were probably sleeping. He says he knows about our letters, I was shocked but not surprised to hear this. I guess we can't collaborate on an escape plan through letters, but that doesn't mean we will give up! He also said you like talking to him, but I drew it up to him lying as usual. I hate the nerve of Bill, banning you to tell us things even though he gave it away freely. I wish you could tell us what you know, but we don't want you in trouble so we'll stay out of it. Bill said something else about Weirdmageddon, he said he didn't tell you this either. He said I was to thank for Weirdmageddon, that I gave him the idea for the 'punishment'. He said you would know what it means. Again, I wish you could tell us but I'll save the questions for after apocalypse.
How terrible must you be to tell somebody not to rescue someone being held captive? And to not only say that. but say they are happy being held captive! Bill is one of the most vile demons I'll ever meet or hear of! He said you're going to a party with the henchmaniacs, so be careful. I don't think what Bill said about your friends are true, they hung out with you and they enjoyed being around you. Even if they didn't understand you, I did. I've been through what you're going through Dipper, always the freak for being smart, to shy to approach the other kids, adults fearing you because you might be smarter than them. I get all of that and more, I can help you through it, I understand what it's like to be the outcast. And as for you Bill, reading our conversations, you're incredibly bipolar so I'm pretty much used to your outburst of your true self. Don't trust him Dipper, be wary.
Your Great Uncle, Ford
I sighed, Ford still hates Bill and probably always will. I can't deal with him right now. And Bill got Weirdmageddon from Ford? Why was Ford thinking some of these terrible thoughts? I can't think of what to say to him, so I simply reply with a note.
Life is not like a story. There is no guaranteed happy ending and there is no one writing your whole life on paper before it happens. We must make our own decisions and paths to get through life. But very much not like stories, and the most important message here, life isn't black and white. There is no set protagonist or antagonist, only our good or bad opinion of people. Sometimes, the protagonist is actually the antagonist. And sometimes, the antagonist is actually the protagonist.
