There was no magic afterwards. Bill did not hand him a wand or instantly transport him to who knows where. Instead, he reached out his small black hand to Dipper, who took it. When he closed his eyes to let a single tear fall, the next thing his eyes opened to was Bill's world.

"Welcome to the world of dreams," he said. "How would you like to look inside the minds of others?"

At that very same moment, dimensions, hours, and miles away Diana and Jordan Pines celebrated having their little girl. They called the girl Mabel, saying that naming her after the stars they could see outside of their window silly.

Bill fished around in the boy's head for a little while. He wondered around corridors, these in various shades of beige or grey. His mind wasn't black and white like his uncle's, but it wasn't brightly colored like his sister's. There were math problems drawn on the wall, and mutations of Dipper and a deer ran around the hall. A few sheets of graph paper littered the floor next to name brand pens.

This was certainly going to be an interesting affair. Since he didn't have time to spy on him all the time in Gravity Falls, it would be a good thing to catch up on what he had been doing. Plus, it was good to know both his flaws and weaknesses in case that Bill ever needed to exploit them.

The air crackled with electricity as Bill neared the door labeled neatly with "Memories".

Dipper Pines regretted many things in his life. He regretted never being able to save the ones he loved. He regretted all the bad people who had done harm to his family. If he could have, he would have made Gideon pay, the gnomes as well. There would be no boys who broke Mabel's heart; his father wouldn't lose his job when Dipper and Mabel were in their freshman year and feel useless for seven months before he got a better one. His children had been doing better than him, he would say.

He wouldn't make others feel bad. For a time, he had purposefully insulted some of the kids in his class who weren't doing great. He had thought it was all in good fun, that since he made such good grades he was entitled to. Now he realized that all he'd done was purposefully been an asshole and made people feel terrible about themselves.

He would have tried not to break the hearts of others. They had been good guys and girls, and they hadn't deserved the pain when Dipper had focused more on school than them.

He would have done so much. Even when he'd been at his top, now that the high was off, he couldn't clearly see that his life wasn't as good as he thought it was. He had just thought that it was just a little short of perfect.

"Pine Tree," Bill drawled. He hadn't had the chance to say that out loud in a long time. "Would you like to be a dream demon?"

"I thought I already was." He scowled. He no longer resembled a kitten when he did so. Still, if he thought he could intimidate Bill, he couldn't.

Bill tapped his hat, moving it down his face. Dipper pushed it up again, eyes filled with hate. "What do you want?"

"I was just going to help you." He flew down and tapped him on the nose. "Now this is going to be scary at first, but I promise that soon you'll be used to it."

Really, it wasn't much. His human shaped body was simply there one second and gone the next, replaced by his dream demon form. Once he learned how to master switching bodies he could be whatever he wanted, or even be two at once.

He did not see the point in Dipper screaming. If Bill had had ears then he was sure they would hurt.

"Don't freak out like that," Bill instructed. What was the point?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dipper glowed a brighter shade of blue. "What the hell has got you so obsessed with pine trees? It was just a symbol that I wore on my hat!"

Really, he was fine looking for a demon. If he tweaked around his appearance a little he could actually draw a few screams. "I don't understand what you mean. On the insides we all are our symbols. When you were human you were just a pile of skin and some organs. I wouldn't call that anything special." In one moment he was in his true form and the next he was in his human body. He resembled a dark skinned man about Dipper's age with black hair. He wore a yellow suit. He only had one eye, but his hair covered where his missing eye would be. "Really, if you saw me in the street you wouldn't think of me as anything but human. But that doesn't mean that I am one because deep down inside I am a triangle." He grinned, his feet floating a few feet off of the ground, and his face only a few inches above Dipper's. "It's on the inside that counts."