A/N- HEY! GUESS WHAT?! I DON'T OWN GRAVITY FALLS! Also, Bill plays the knife game. That's pretty much the whole story. I dunno. Ya' have to read it to find out.

Bill had been informed of this strange game called the Knife Game. It seemed interesting. He had already possesed the sweater loving girl with braces, so why not try it on her? There were plenty of knives around, anyways. Might as well traumatize multiple people WHILE getting the journals. It'd be killing two birds with a stone. So, he walked into the filthy kitchen that no one ever bothered to dust. Stanley was in the kitchen reading the stupid newspaper full of useless information. "Hey, kiddo." He mutters. Bill spots the knives, and quickly walks over to them. He puts Mabel's hand on one of the knives handle. "What're you doing?" Stanley eyes the knife handle. "Art project." Bill lies. "Jeez kid, what's up with your voice? You sick or something?" He questions. "Uh, yeah. Sure. Very sick." Bill fake coughs. He starts to walk upstairs. "Hey, be careful with that knife. Okay?" He stops walking. "Sure." Bill proceeds to walk to the stuffy room. Bill opens the strange laptop Mabel had bought the previous day. He clicks a saved website. It was called YouTube. He searches in knife game. The demon spreads her hand out on the table in front of him, and clicks play. "Ohh, I've got all my fingers. The knife goes chop, chop, chop-" He kept stabbing Shooting Star's fingers until the song ended. "Mabel?" Sixer was standing in the doorway. "What are you doing with that knife..?" "Heh.. Heh heh.. HehehhehhehhehhehHAHAHAHAHAAHHAA..! HEY SIXER! WHATCHA' THINK OF MY NEW PUPPET?! THIS IS PRETTY FUN!" Bill grabs the knife and stabs Mabel's stomach. "Have fun."