The world was a thick, black void. That is, until Bill forced open his and Dipper's eyes. The world suddenly grew wider as it opened itself up to the unlikely two. Bill was confused, making their eyes dart about incessantly. Of course, Dipper eventually came-to. He sat them up hesitantly, their muscles stiffly in pain as they comforted themselves. They didn't know where they were, or what was happening. What WAS happening? A girl looked sorrowfully in their direction as they realized they were in a cell. The reason their muscles hurt was because they were chained, and the girl was in the cell with them. Memories came back as they recalled fainting. The girl was soon recognized as Dipper's sister, Mabel. Bill felt a memory resurface as he looked around at the cold, barren brown walls. Was it because he was chained? Because his memories, forged through pain and torment, were so similar to the events he would reminisce? Bill rubbed their temples, drawing Mabel's attention. He focused on his memory and why it was surfacing now. Then, the thin, flaky memory wafted into Bill's mind. The second dimension. Bill scrunched their face in anger and disgust at the thought, annoyed that his own mind had subjected him to such torment, even if it was just a revisit to them. Then, he heard steps. They were blocky-sounding, a few muffled cries following it. Then, the Multi-Bear came into view. A few of his other heads screeched at the sight of Bill and Dipper, some of the multiple heads' eyes widening in fear. "W-what… have you done?" Dipper asked, pausing to cough with his dehydrated, raspy voice. The Multi-Bear just stared past them without reason as he slid some food under the thin space under the bars. The food was actually a hamburger, fries and a shake. Dipper and Bill both looked at it longingly with ravenous hunger. They scuttled towards it, not strong enough to do much else. The chains, however, held him down. The Multi-Bear looked at him with unfathomable rage. "That is for the girl, not you, Cipher." He said, controlling his voice to make it cold. Bill mumbled under his breath, helping Dipper to move them back into the depth of the cell. Mabel ate the meal slowly, the Multi-Bear leaving. What was his deal? Then, Bill caught glimpse of a memory. The Multi-Bear as a normal bear, begging Bill to make him smarter than the average bear. Bill obliged, giving him dozens of heads. Boy, had he gotten a kick out of that. So THAT was why that multi-headed freak hated him so much. Bill chuckled, their frail body shaking with each laugh. Wow, that bear was gullible. Bill could feel Dipper's disapproval surges in his psyche. Bill allowed him momentary relief before his mind went into overdrive. Ideas came and went through Bill's head as Dipper joined in with the brainstorming. How were they to escape? If Bill had his own body back, he could've used a laser beam to take a hole out of the cell wall or simply slip under the thin space beneath the bars. What were they to do? 'Well, for a start, we could try to work together, Pine Tree.' Bill thought to Dipper. What he didn't expect was that Dipper responded. 'Yeah, we do need to start thinking together…' Dipper thought back at Bill, catching Bill's surprise. 'Wait, how can I hear your thoughts? And, how can you hear MINE?!' Bill asked Dipper mentally, wondering just how much Dipper had learned from him by simply listening in on his thoughts. Dipper shrugged with their deprived, weak body. Mabel turned towards them and held up half of the hamburger and the two or three fries remaining. Dipper and Bill could feel their mouth begin to water at the sight of the food. How long had they been here, anyways? Bill finally forced them forwards, Dipper nodding gratefully to Mabel before digging in. The slightly stale burger was like heaven for Dipper's body's taste buds and the savory taste blocked out all other thoughts, leaving only instinct. Mabel must've watched them for three minutes when the last crumb of the sustaining meal had been devoured. Dipper didn't seem to make a fuss about it being fast food and Bill didn't care either way. Then again, since when was Dipper Pines against burgers? With a contented chuckle, provided by Bill, they collapsed on the rough ground. With their stomach more filled that it had been in what felt like weeks, Bill felt a hazy sensation buzzing from Dipper, Bill soon falling under it's spell as well. They began to close their eyes, their own will shut out by that of the need for rest. Thankfully, the only noises present in the light deprivated cell were the faint rumbling of the Multi-Bear, who will henceforth be known as Steve, presumably upstairs and the low buzz of water dripping somewhere around them. The black soon began to infiltrate the edges of their shared sight, Dipper falling unconscious first. Bill was left there, his thoughts an odd, peaceful blur as he slowly joined Dipper in blissful, well-deserved slumer.

Bill didn't awake in the mindscape alongside Dipper, as he'd suspected. Instead, he was in the second dimension again. Invisible chains held him down as the silent shapes around him mocked him without speech. How was a good question. How were they doing it? How could they rile him up so easily? How, you ask? Bill already knew the answer. He wanted freedom from this lifeless, boring world. No one thought as the odd triangle did. None cared, either. Perhaps bullying would have put Bill in his place, but he'd already risen above the lowly rank of a triangle. He'd proved himself a god. No, a demon. That was the title he deserved. He'd done horrible things to reach the top, and he constantly suppressed his internal struggle on the matter. Bill lowered his eye, allowing his dream to make him suffer through such a reawakening. He knew that for the atrocities he'd committed, there was no excuse.