Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed! I hope you all enjoy this next chapter that finally introduces Bill. I was originally planning to hold off bringing him in and then I decided to bring him in and here he is. Thanks to Jaimie (asexualbillcipher) for betaing this chapter. Anyway, here is Chapter 3: "Visiting."

Bill Cipher hated being bored. One would think that a dream demon with an indescribable amount of powers wouldn't get bored easily, but Bill did. When you've lived for eons, eventually your own powers bore you and you have to find other things to entertain with. For Bill, that thing was those meat sacks known as humans.

Whether it was driving a hermit physicist insane or stealing the body of a 12-year-old, Bill always got a kick out of playing around with humans. Especially the Pines twins.

Something about the two of them intrigued Bill, albeit in different ways though. Pine Tree was just fun to mess with, to manipulate, but Shooting Star, well…she was unlike any other human Bill had met.

She was tough yet soft, excited yet scared, confident yet insecure. She was a ball of contradictions; it was part of what made her so intriguing to him.

Bill thought often about all the times the two of them had spent together over the long years. There were the most serious times like the rooftop talks, but there were also the funny times like the pranks they'd played on Pine Tree (of course, he would never know Bill played a part in those). All of those had been such interesting times and Bill honestly couldn't remember being bored with Mabel. She was too chaotic, and Bill reveled in chaos.

The times she would leave Gravity Falls, after the summers ended, Bill felt things getting boring again. Time normally felt so short to him but for some reason it seemed to drag when he would have to wait for the summer to return so that she would return.

However, after Mabel moved to New York, the summer after she graduated high school, she didn't return to Gravity Falls but once. And Bill began feeling the boredom again, and, annoyingly to him, some loneliness.

The one time she did return, 7 years ago for Pine Tree's wedding, it was only for a brief two days and she was always with someone so Bill never really got a chance to visit her. He would've went to her in her dreams but he honestly didn't think she'd slept, too hyped up on Mabel Juice and party planning.

Now here he was, floating outside the window of her room, waiting for her to come return. He'd been watching her since she'd arrived in Gravity Falls but he realized that she hadn't noticed his presence until her coming-home party.

Suddenly, the door to her room opened and in she walked, pajamas on, rubbing a towel over her wet head. She laid it around her neck and dug through her bag until she pulled out a sketch book. She plopped down on the bed, pulled her knees up close, and began drawing away.

Bill decided now would be as good as time as any to visit her. He morphed into his human form and stood there for a minute to adjust. He didn't particularity like taking his human form, what with it's gangly limbs and the feeling of weakness it gave him when he was in it, but it really was the only way for him to visit her in the real world and not the Mindscape.

So he adjusted his top hat and waist coat then tapped on her window with his cane. Mabel jumped at the unexpected sound and slowly made her way toward the window. When her brown eyes met his blue one, he grinned. "Hey, kid," he mouthed.

Her face lit up with joy as she opened the window. "Bill!" she shouted as she leaned out and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gave a small groan of discomfort; it always felt weird when Mabel hugged him, he just wasn't used to physical contact, but he wouldn't stop her.

When she let him go she motioned for him to come in. He quickly stepped forward and ending up colliding with the outer wall. It hurt for a moment and Bill frowned. He momentarily had forgotten he couldn't just flow through things in this human body.

So he carefully climbed through the window but ended up tripping and falling to the floor, much to his own embarrassment. Mabel giggled a little as she returned to her bed. Bill quickly stood up and dusted himself off then started strolling around her room.

"So, you happy to see me, Shooting Star?"

Mabel nodded. "Of course I am! It's been," She pondered for a moment, "Quite a while."

"It sure has," he began, flicking a Stan bobble head that sat on a shelf.

"How have you been?" she asked.

He shrugged as he continued around her room. "Normal as a dream demon can be. What about you, kid? How's this big blue marble been treating you?"

"I'm alright," began Mabel, slowly, "I have a job and a house and life's been...good."

"So what're you doing back here?" he asked.

"...I just wanted to visit," she began and Bill could tell in her voice she was lying. And she could tell he could tell. "Please don't read my mind." She begged, not wanting her privacy invaded so deeply.

If it was anyone else, Bill would just ignore the request and do it anyway. But for some reason, if Shooting Star requested something of him, he almost felt like he had to obey.

So he changed the subject. "Whatcha drawin' there, kiddo?" He walked over to her and leaned over her shoulder. He was a bit surprised to see it was covered in doodles of his human form wearing various sweater vests.

She turned her head to him and smiled, "You're a good model."

"You mean you like this human form?" he asked, bemused.

She nodded as she continued sketching. "Your human form is nice looking. I really like how your dark complexion works with the colors and your head was just made for hats."

He just shrugged. "Got to say I prefer my usual form, kid."

"Well, your usual form makes a nice design. See," she said, pointing to one of the doodles.

He stared down at it and noticed the vest had various yellow brick patterned triangles on it.

"You use me on a lot of stuff?"

She shrugged. "A couple of things. You made a very popular umbrella."

"You mean you designed me as a piece of domed plastic on a stick?" He flopped down on her bed and stared at her ceiling. "Odd choice."

"Hey, it got featured in a magazine. Plus it's all my boss would let me do." She sounded a bit sour and Bill wondered why. He took a peek in her head.

"Look, sweetie, these are great designs but Mrs. Yates wants people who are a bit more...experienced to do the bigger pieces. How about accessories? You could do a line of spring umbrellas and then we'll go from their next time," said a snootily dressed, middle-aged woman, the edges of her mouth curling into a condescending smile.

Mabel just nodded as she closed her sketchbook. She was smiling as well, but it was all to hide her disappointment. "Of course, Ms. Herring. I completely understand. I'll get started on an umbrella design right away."

"That's good," began Ms. Herring, as she started walking away. Then she turned back to Mabel. "Oh, and I heard you're expecting. Congratulations."

"Thanks," said Mabel, looking down at her stomach and smiling.

"All the more reason that you should focus on a smaller project."

"You work with some weird humans," he said.

Mabel paused drawing and then frowned. "Bill, I asked you not to get in my head."

"Come on, Shooting Star. It was just a little look. If I wanted I could learn every thought you've ever had," He then rolled over on his side to look at her. "So did you get what you expected, kid?"

"…What?" asked Mabel, confused.

"Some woman said you were expecting. What were you expecting?"

Mabel froze up for a moment. Then she just silently replied, "It's just an expression, Bill. Something humans say. It's nothing."

But Bill knew it was something. He could tell by her body language, her voice. everything He wondered why she wasn't telling him about it. Normally, she would talk to him about anything when they were together, though he supposed that had been eons ago to her. Still, he had the feeling this must be something really wrong.

He raised up then crossed his arms on her knees, then rested his head on them. "Something's eating you, kid, and you know you're no fun when you're sad. Want to do something fun? We could go scare some humans camping in the woods. Or we could find different kinds of forest animals to take organs from or-"

Mabel cut him off. "I'm not sad, Bill. I'm just tired. It's been a long day." She reached over and grabbed his top hat and placed it on top of his ruffled, black hair. Then she smiled at him. "How about we talk some more tomorrow? Maybe we can even watch the sunrise again."

He raised up and nodded as he grabbed his cane. "If that's what you want, Shooting Star. I'll see ya tomorrow." He was just about to revert to his usual form before he felt her arms wrap around him again.

"It was good to see you again, Bill," she whispered against his chest.

He just nodded; it was really all he knew to do during a hug. "You too, kid. You too." Then he reverted to his usual form and disappeared from the room.

When he was out in the forest her paused for a moment and thought about Mabel. She wasn't her usual fun self and whatever this problem was it wouldn't be solved over a morning chat. No, Mabel needed something really great to get her spirits back up.

He wondered if giving her a chipmunk's heart would do the trick.

Hope you all enjoyed that chapter. In the next one we have Mabel and Dipper searching for the Gobblewonker again, Bill appearing at a bad time, and a deeper look at Mabel and August's relationship. Keep a look out for the update! As always reviews and constructive criticism are welcome. See y'all next chapter! ;D