This is placed after Tale of Two Stans, though I'm not sure exactly how long after

Anyway, enjoy~

Mabel awoke with a start to the sound of the door closing with a bit of a loud bang. With a groan she sat up, rubbing her eyes a moment before taking a look around the room to see if anyone had come entered, but the room was entirely empty aside from herself. She shrugged and lay back down, Dipper had probably gotten up to go to the bathroom. A moment later she heard someone in the kitchen and sat back up, listening carefully to the rustling of what was probably silverware. She looked at the clock.

"It's three am," she mumbled to herself. Without much thought to it Mabel tiredly stepped onto the ground, grabbing a stuffed animal as she did, and headed down the stairs, where she could see a light coming from the kitchen. Mabel squinted at the light and rubbed her eyes as they stung from it, once inside she could see Dipper rummaging through the drawers, looking for something. "Dipper? It's three in the morning, what are you looking for for?" Mabel lowered the hand rubbing her eye and stared at the large butcher knife in Dipper's right hand.

"Perfect," he said in a singsong voice, turning his head to look at Mabel with an eerie grin she recognized all to well. Mabel dropped her stuff toy in horror and took a step back. Bipper, as it clearly was, looked over his shoulder and laughed as if he just heard a good joke. "Our deal was that you're my puppet, I never said that it was for onetime usage, Pine Tree!" He turned his head to face Mabel with a grin, twirling the knife to hold it upside-down in his hand. "Now, Shooting Star, you're mine!" Mabel screamed in terror and ran from the kitchen, Bipper coming running out behind her, laughing his head off.

Meanwhile

"Listen, Stan, I don't wanna talk about it, ok?" Ford snapped, closing the first journal with an angry hand. He turned to glare at his brother, who was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and an irritated expression on his features. "Tensions are high as it is, the last thing I wanna talk about it that stupid demention!" After a few moments of glaring Stan relented, sighing heavily.

"Fine. But will you at least get some sleep? You look like death warmed over," Stan insisted. Ford considered a moment, turning to look at the journals and the blueprints before him. He sighed and nodded, putting the journals in his jacket pockets.

"Ok, you're right about that, I do need sleep," Ford caved with a huff. Stan nodded and walked off, leading his brother to the elevator. Once Ford was in he pushed the button for the first floor and they rode up in silence, both refusing to look at each other. Ford straightened his jacket and cleared his throat, getting Stan's attention. "You know, we could put this all behind us if you just apologized to me for-"

"Apologize? What for? I didn't break you machine on purpose and you'd think that spending thirty plus years working on getting you back would make up for my other accident!" Ford whipped around to face Stan and opened his mouth to snap back, but instead of a retort they each heard Mabel screaming as the elevator doors opened. "Mabel!" Stan rushed out of the elevator and up the stairs like a bullet, Ford following right behind as the shock faded.

Stan shoved the vending machine open and yelled something Ford didn't catch as he finally made his way up the stairs and out into the gift shop. The sight before him made Ford freeze, there was Stan, a knife in his hand while holding Mabel protectively behind him, Ford noted that she was bleeding from her left arm, and there was Dipper, the front of his pajamas covered in blood and a grin on his face that made Ford shiver. Dipper laughed and Stan took a step away from him, somehow looking furious and concerned at the same time.

"Dipper, what's gotten into you?" Stan demanded harshly, Mabel starting to cry softly from behind him. Dipper turned to face Ford, who tensed at his far-to-wide pupils that had all but swallowed his irises. His grin grew impossibly wider and he opened his arms in dramatic greeting as he laughed.

"Six Fingers! Long time, no see!" Ford's blood ran cold at the way Dipper addressed him and took note of his eyes, that grin, his posture, and the fact that he had dared hurt Mabel. Ford's eyes flew down into a furious glare and Bill merely laughed hysterically. "I forgot how adorable you look when you get mad at me!"

"You're disgusting!" Ford yelled at him, lunging forward to tackle Bill's vessel to the ground, hearing Stan cry out from behind him. Bill only laughed as Ford pinned the twelve year old easily to the ground, one hand holding his wrists together. "Taking a child as your puppet, you make me sick, Cipher!" Bill spat in his face and Ford growled, wiping it with his free hand.

"Good to know, Fingers! Whatchya gonna do, kill me? HA! Fat lot that would do you!" Bill grinned, that winning smile he wore just after his final strike. But Ford wasn't gonna have it. He reached his free hand behind him.

"Stan, give me the knife," he ordered. He whipped his head around when he heard Stan start to protest. "I wont hurt him, I promise, but I need that knife!" Stan hesitated, looking unsure, but in the end he decided to trust his brother and handed over the knife. "Thank you." Ford released Dipper's wrists from his grasp and cut his left hand, causing Mabel to shriek. He tossed the knife to the ground and grabbed the wrists in his good hand. Bill wasn't smiling anymore as he struggled with a growl.

"What are you doing? Get off me!" he ordered, but Ford ignored him as he ripped the front of Dipper's shirt to show his chest. Ford started to mutter a chant under his breath, drawing the blood across Dipper's chest in little patterns and symbols, even with Bill struggle in his grasp. "Stop that! Don't you fucking-" an unearthly screeching filled the shack as Dipper's eyes burned gold. It all stopped and Dipper's body went completely still, not even breathing. Once sure Bill was gone, Ford released his wrists.

"What did you do to him?!" Stan demanded. Ford glanced over his shoulder to see that Stan had picked Mabel up and was hugging her close, he didn't look at all happy. Before Ford could think of a proper answer Dipper starting coughing, and all attention fell on him. "Dipper?" Stan didn't sound too sure even as he took a step closer and Mabel turned to look. Dipper opened his eyes and Ford took out his small flashlight, turning it on and checking his eyes instantly. "Ford!"

"He's gone," Ford assured the boy, ignoring Stan as he re-pocketed the flashlight. "Are you all right?" Dipper didn't respond, sitting up a bit and staring at his legs as he took in deep breaths. "Dipper, are you all right?" Dipper looked up at him and Ford's expression softened at the tears in the boy's eyes, he thought of how terrible it was back when Bill Cipher was after him. "Come here." He pulled Dipper into a hug. After a moment Dipper started to cry heavily against Ford's chest, his entire body trembling.

"What just happened?" Stan asked slowly, setting Mabel down and kneeling next to Ford and Dipper, a concerned frown on his face. "What did you do?" Mabel grabbed onto Stan's arm and leaned against him, still shaking and looking scared.

"He...His body, was being used by a demon named Bill Cipher. I used a spell bound in blood to get rid of him," Ford answered, Stan looking horrified. Ford sighed, looking down at Dipper sadly. "But it's only temporary, I'll have to come up with a more permanent solution later." Stan nodded a little. "She'll need that arm wrapped." Stan looked over at Mabel, who raised her bleeding arm.

"There's a med. kit in the kitchen," Stan told her, getting up. "Come on." The two of them walked out of the gift shop and into the house. Ford watched them go before turning back to Dipper, who was still crying. Ford hugged him a little tighter.

What horrors had Bill wrought on this innocent child?

And that's a wrap!

Thanks for reading, please review and have a bow chicka bow wow day~

Petchricor, QotG, signing off ;)