Chapter 1 - He Appeared In My Bedroom.

In some worlds, fate has control and only a few held the answers to everything. Yet in this universe, the only one with answers seemed to be a homicidal triangle bent on tormenting him. To Dipper Pines, everything seemed normal until his sister decided that she had to whoo her weekly crush. And then said homicidal triangle hijacked his body to ruin it.

It took a while for Dipper to stop cringing at the sight of forks, his sister commenting that she would help him with the laptop despite it now being a crumbled mess of wires and metal. It was better late than never, at least that's what Dipper told himself. He sat on the ledge, dangling his legs as he skimmed through the journal, chewing on a pen as he heard his sister's and Waddle's snores echoing along the hallway and through the open window. He lingered on the page about that dammed triangle longer than he should have. He shivered, pulling the blanket that was draped over his shoulder closer, even though it was the middle of summer and it was hot. The feeling of being watched evident as he lifted a hand up to his mouth. Yawning, he closed his eyes for a second, opening them a moment later. He turned, almost dropping Journal 3. Bill hovered there, legs crossed and an arm on where his hip possibly could have been. It took a while for him to notice it was completely grayscale. He clutched the journal against his chest, his breath hitching. "What are you doing here?!" He questioned, his voice cracking as he spoke. Having a conversation with a crazy triangle that tried to kill him wasn't exactly ideal.

"Wrong question, Pinetree. Ah cmon, you missed me didn't you?" Bill said, taunting him. He leant forward, eye raised in what could have been a smile.

"Why are you here, Bill. What, you going to possess me again?!" Dipper moved backwards, his shoulder hitting against the wall.

"No," The triangle shrugged the question off as if it was nothing, waving a hand while scoffing. "Not yet anyway." He added, looking at Dipper seriously, cause him to shiver in fear.

"Then.. why are you here?" Asking another question. He had said so many yet barely any answers had been muttered.

"No reason. I just find you... Interesting despite you being a one-lifespan, flesh stick of a meatbag." Was the only answer he gave. Dipper cringed away as a flash of blue flames appeared in his sight. He closed his eyes, holding the journal closer. He peaked an eye open, startled by what he saw. Bill's face was close to his own, although it wasn't Bill's normal form. He was human, golden blonde hair tumbling down and spiking around in places. His left eye was replaced by a black triangular eyepatch, a black top hat atop his head. He grinned wickedly, shoving off sharp teeth and slitted eyes. He was wearing a black and yellow suit, a bowtie around his neck. He looked no older than Dipper.

Dipper yelped, slipping off of the ledge. He felt a pair of hands gripping his shirt as his legs dangling below him. He felt his heart lodged in his throat as Bill lifted Dipper up. Bill sat the pre-teen down as he clung to the ledge, knuckles going a ghostly white as he took a deep breath. He whipped his head around, chestnut brown eyes wide in shock and surprise.

"Why did.. You..?" He breathed out, too startled to care anymore.

"You wouldn't be interesting being dead." The words echoed in Dipper's ears. He pulled out the journal, skimming through the pages while ignoring Bill's presence behind him. He felt a hand moving through his hair and Dipper willed himself not to shiver.

"Why am I interesting?!" Dipper spluttered out, turning around and staring straight into Bill's remaining eye. Bill just smirked, showing off his inhumane canines. He was already sick of that smirk.

"Because you are!" Bill replied, opening his arms. Dipper eyed the window, rapidly darting inside and shutting it behind him. He looked back outside to see no one. Dipper sighed, ruffling his hair before walking over to his bedroom. He went to bed, the feeling of being watched continuing to linger over him.

/(I)\

Dipper woke up with a start, the feeling of sleepness tugging at his brain. He pushed the paper that he had fallen asleep atop of, off the bed. He slipped his sock covered feet onto the floor, groaning as he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. The wooden floor creaked under his steps as he began to head downstairs. Dipper entered the kitchen, the sound of Mabel shouting something echoed in his ears. Mabel was sitting at the kitchen table, eating pancakes and talking to Waddles again. She was wearing another one her sweaters, one with random stars scattered across it. Grunkle Stan was nowhere to be seen. "Good Morning, Mabel." He yawned, rubbing his eyes again.

"Morning, Dippin' Sauce. How'd ya sleep?" Mabel asked, lowering the fork that she was using down as she greeted him. Should he tell her? Dipper pondered, sitting down in a wooden chair.

"I slept alright, Mabel. Hey, do you remember Bill?" His sister looked at him with an odd expression before speaking up, Dipper lifting up a fork and taking a bite of his own pancakes.

"That triangle dude that used you as a sock puppet?" Mable spoke, scrapping her fork against the plate.

"Yeah. He showed up last night in my dream." Dipper nodded, leaning on his own hand and rubbing his eyes again.

"What he want this time?" She leaned closer, whispering her words as she heard Stan's footsteps coming down the hallway.

"I have no clue." He said honestly. He didn't know why Bill was showing up.