Soooo….as of now this is a oneshot just to get out all the Bill Cipher-Obsession in my system but if anyone's interested I might update (shrug).

Image can be found here: ohthree. deviantart art/dipper-cipher-394891139 just remove the spaces

Disclaimer: I own Nothing.

C'mon Pine Tree, you wanted to know, didn't you?

He tossed in his bed, eyes shut tight as if trying to brace against the voice echoing in his head.

It was our deal wasn't it? A puppet for all the secrets of the universe? I didn't pay up now did I?

Images flashed in his head, racing, blurring. Places and things, creatures and people, all a whirl of color and sound in his mind. Planets burning and stars bursting into creation, galaxies crashing into each other and universes imploding in on themselves.

You're so curious about everything aren't ya, Pine Tree? Not really a tree yet though, are ya? More like sapling, a little sprout. You're just starting to wriggle your roots into the world, you're aiming up so high but you can't see past the canopy.

It wouldn't stop. It wouldn't, it just kept coming, the stream of information, of whys and hows.

Go ahead, Pine Sprout, keep reaching up for that burning ball of gas. No matter how much you grow or how deep your roots get you're still nothing but a speck on a speck of a world on a speck of a galaxy.

Then trees, different kinds, spruces, firs, pines, lots of pines. Dotting the mountain, tall and imposing. He was staring up at them, tiny, miniscule, his feet stuck in the ground and unable to lift them.

But I like your ambition, kid, I'll tell you that much.

The trees shrank around him, growing smaller as he grew taller.

I can't have you getting in my way but that doesn't mean I don't like you, kid.

He couldn't move even though he grew past the treetops. The sun burned him since he was exposed and he was being choked, crowded from the sides.

But hey, 'be careful what you wish for', right? Then again they also say don't make a deal with the devil but you didn't listen to that one very well either, didja? Hah!

The boy moaned in his sleep, tossing and gripping at the sheets as a cool sweat broke on his skin.

Go on and grow Pine Sprout, let's see how big you get.

Dipper let out a shout of pain in his sleep, thrashing in the covers. His head whipped, his bangs brushed aside revealing his odd birthmark.

I guess it was your destiny to begin with anyway. The stars you were born under, at least that's what the old kooks used to say. Funny how humans can be so wrong but be so close to the mark at the same time. It's hilarious, really!

The mark began to burn, metaphorically and literally as the mark engulfed in blue flame.

Remember the deal, kid? You're my puppet, it doesn't matter if I have your body or not.

Dipper screamed.

Pain is hilarious.