Important AN- Please Read First!: Okay I know I should be working on the Fanfic's I already have out, but I just can't help it! This idea just popped into my head one night while I was having one of my fits of insomnia, and I just HAD to write it! Bipper is one of my favorite characters in Gravity Falls; mainly because he is kind of like my two favorite characters at once. But unfortunately, this isn't going to be a TRUE Bipper fanfic because technically Bill Cipher is dead. All that's left of him now is an... imprint, I guess you could say.

Anyway, this story is going to be mainly told from Dip's First Person POV, but it will sometimes include other characters POV's in the Third Person. Also, there will be a lot of PTSD on Dipper's part because seriously. Can anyone really come out of something like Weirdmageddon without being traumatized at least a LITTLE bit?

Warnings will also likely be added as the story goes on.

Main Characters: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Stanford (Ford) Pines, Stanley (Stan) Pines, and Bill Cipher.

Main Genres: Dark, Psychological, Supernatural, Angst, and Drama. Mystery and very slight humor also now included.

Current Warnings: Language, blood, and slight spoilers for the real-life Journal 3.

Rated T because terrorizing my favorite characters is fun, and causing them pain is absolutely hilarious!

I do not own Gravity Falls or any of its characters. That right goes to the great Alex Hirsch. I also do not own the cover art. I'm just borrowing it because it's really cool and it fits the story quite well.

Now that that thing is done, let's get this show on the road! Please leave a review (reviews motivate me and give me life) and enjoy!

+Edit: this chapter has been updated. Spelling, grammar, and wording are now (mostly) fixed. Please let me know if I've missed anything.

~Chapter 1~

The Dawn of a New Day

"We beat him before…"

"And we'll beat him again!"

"No! It's too dangerous!"

"I have some children I need to make into corpses. See you real soon!"

"Peek-a-boo~"

"I think I'll kill one of them just for the heck of it!"

The giant Bill Cipher brought me and Mabel close to his eye. Both of us were in the same hand, but yet he seemed to keep his slit pupil entirely on me.

"So, here we are. I am dead and you are still alive." Bill closed his eye. "You really think that you have won, haven't ya kid? You really think you have defeated me once and for all. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret."

His eye snapped back open.

"You. Were. Wrong. You can't get rid of me that easily, Pine Tree!" He began laughing maniacally. "There's no stopping what's coming, kid! No matter how much you try to stop it!"

I just sat there in his hand, trying to work out this sudden change of events.

"Hey Pine Tree, you like knowledge don't ya? Well here's a question for you! What happens to a dream demon when its entire existence gets destroyed?"

'What?' At that thought, I found myself being dangled outside the pyramid window by an arm.

The demented triangle opened his hand and released me. I found myself screaming as I slowly fell to the wasteland below.

But yet, somehow, over my terrified screams, I could still hear his final words echo from all around me.

"Its soul finds a NEW VESSEL."

[[Bill is watching you sleep]]

I gasped and bolted upright. My heart pounded against my chest at what feels like a mile per second. Looking around, I remembered where I was.

I was at home, in Piedmont, with my twin sister Mabel.

I was safe. She was safe. Everyone was safe.

I put a hand on my head, with my fingers spread across my face; my strange new habit.

My thoughts turned to the dream I just awoke from.

It has been almost two years since Weirdmageddon. But yet I was still having nightmares and daydreams about it. I was used to it now for the most part, sure, but this? This one was one was the worst so far. Sure, it wasn't as gory as the others. But still. It wasn't what was done that scared me. No, it was what was said. What Bill said to me scared me more than any of my other nightmares combined.

"What happens to a dream demon when it's entire existence gets suddenly destroyed?" I repeated what the dream Bill said under my breath. "It soul finds a new vessel."

Was... Was Bill really gone? Was he going to return and- 'No. Dipper. don't think about that. Thinking about that will only trigger one of your panic attacks.'

A loud snore suddenly filled the room. I looked over at the noise from the corner of my eye. A small smile spread grazed my face.

Mabel.

Through the darkness, I could see that Mabel was spread out across her bed. She let out another loud snore, her leg twitching in her sleep. Some of her shortened brown hair covered her peaceful set face. Indicating that her dreams were, unlike mine, free of nightmares and fear.

I chuckled at the memory of what led Mabel to cut her hair. She really shouldn't have been playing with that hot glue gun like that…

My eyes then glanced over at the digital clock on the dresser at the end of my bed. I sighed when I saw what time it was.

It was 11:43 pm. I growled with irritation.

Stupid insomnia.

I sat up and grabbed my bottle of sleeping pills off the dresser. Shaking it slightly and popping open the lid, I pulled out a small blue pill roughly the size of a pea.

I dry swallowed it and lied back down.

My eyelids soon drooped shut, and then finally….

…..Nothing...

[[Ghostaloo recommends sleeping pills for 9 out of 10 insomniac's because they are the Lord's given mercy]]

I was awoken the next day by the light of the sun shining through the curtains and into my eyes. A groan of protest escaped as I turned my body away from it, trying to fall back into the sweet embrace of slumber.

Unfortunately, the universe seemingly had other plans for me.

With every minute that passed, the warm sun beating down on my back grew increasingly more uncomfortable. I shifted around a bit, grumbling, before finally letting out a sigh of defeat. Giving up on trying to get more sleep, I threw my blankets off and crawled out of bed. A quick glance over to Mabel's side of the room revealed that she wasn't on her own. Mabel not being there made me curious about what time it was.

I looked over at the clock biting my lip. It was almost 1:00 pm.

'Damn, I slept in pretty late. Good thing it's Saturday. Maybe. I think. Is it even Saturday?' I shook my head and walked over to the dresser and pulled out some fresh clothes.

Recently, I've been frequently losing track of the days. Randomly falling asleep and zoning out for long periods of time was becoming kind of the new norm to me. Sure it was pretty weird and all, but that wasn't the strangest part about all this. No. The strangest (and worrying) thing about this was that sometimes after zoning out for a bit, I would wake up and find myself in a different place than I was before.

With clothes in hand, I left me and my sister's room and went into the bathroom across the hall.

I closed the door and made sure to lock it behind me. God knows how many times Mabel had suddenly walked in on me while showering.

I hopped into the shower, cleaned myself, and dried off before putting on my clothes. Once done I stood in front of the mirror, looking at how much I had changed since that one fateful summer.

Staring back from the mirror was no longer that awkward preteen with a sweating problem. Now, a 14-year-old version of him stood in his place.

My brown, messy hair was a bit longer than it was before and my skin was also slightly paler. The dark circles under my eyes were much darker than they were before. Likely caused by the nightly terrors that often left me too afraid to sleep.

My eyes then wandered towards the top of my head, which was once crowned by a white and blue baseball hat.

Because of the fact that Mabel and I weren't able to make it to Gravity Falls last summer, Wendy came to visit on Christmas break. While she was here, we swapped hats once again and I got my original hat back.

Unfortunately, though, I never wore it anymore because just simply looking at that blue pine tree on the front was enough to trigger a severe panic attack. It just reminded me too much of what that psychotic triangle used to call me.

I closed my eyes and sighed. No one, not even Mabel, knew what was going on with me. I've kept it to myself.

I don't feel like it's something they should worry themselves with. Especially Mabel. Mabel really shouldn't have to worry about me when she has her own problems to deal with. Like being sent to that special art school at the end of the summer. This is a big opportunity for her, and I refuse to hinder her dreams in any way.

I blinked my eyes before squinting in confusion, which my reflection copied exactly. 'Wait, uh, how much longer was it till summer again?'

As I stared into my eyes in the reflection, trying to remember what day it was today, I began to notice something strange about my eyes.

Were my pupils always this oval?

A shiver went up my spine. It kind of reminded me of my eyes when- 'NOPE! Not going down that rabbit hole again.'

I shook my head and averted my gaze from the mirror. Quickly turning around, I unlocked the door and left the bathroom. Not sparing another glance at the mirror.

The sound of footsteps filled the house as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I stopped in front of the fridge and checked the date. It turned out that TOMORROW was June 21. The first day of summer.

My eyes widened, not really believing what they were seeing. Last I checked it was the 18th. But now was the 20th!

I spread my hand across my face and bit lip nervously as I tried to comprehend the fact that I seemed to be missing an entire day's worth of memories. This was probably the largest memory gap I'd had yet.

"So what, it's not like it matters anyway," I growled under my breath. Not even fully aware that I was even speaking. "Nothing's going to matter when I-" I finally realized what was going on and cut myself off by slapping my hands over it. My body then began shaking as fear washed over me. 'What. The. Hell. What the hell was I about to say?!'

After a moment, I slowly removed my hands from my mouth, as if afraid it will start blabbering again without my consent. I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm my racing heart.

I tried to forget about what just happened and opened the refrigerator. I reached in and pulled out... Doritos? What was a bag of Doritos doing in the fridge?

As I stared at the Doritos like it was an alien life-form, someone walked into the kitchen from behind me.

"Dipper!"

I tore my gaze away from the bag of Bill-shaped chips and instead turned it to my twin sister behind me.

"Hey Mabel," I greeted with a timely perfected fake smile.

Said girl was practically buzzing with excitement. Her bob-cut hair was messy and her eyes had a wild look to them.

"Oh my gosh, can you believe it? We are going back to Gravity Falls tomorrow! I'm SOOOOO excited!" Mabel cheered.

My body involuntary stiffened at the mention of returning to that dreaded town. I forced it to relax and made sure my fake smile grew wider.

"I know, right?" I seemingly agreed. "I can't wait to see everyone again!"

In response, Mabel gave a VERY high pitched squeal, making me cover my ears. Once she was done I gave her a look of annoyance.

"Please don't do that again," I growled.

I then brought the cold bag of Doritos up to my eyes once again.

"Anyway, do you know why there was a bag of Doritos in the fridge?" I asked curiously as I opened up said bag. I stared down at the yellow-colored triangles with a strange feeling of pity.

"Don't you remember?" Mabel cocked her head to the side with a small frown. "You put them in there yesterday next to the cheese so that it wouldn't be 'lonely' when the 'End Times' come."

...What?

I blinked stupidly before quickly coming up with an excuse for my strange behavior yesterday.

"Oh yeah," I gave a forced chuckle. "I forgot. Quite the day it was yesterday, wasn't it?"

"Bro, you've been acting pretty strange lately. Are you okay?" I stiffened up and began sweating.

"Like right now with that thing you're doing! What is going-" Mabel was suddenly cut off by a sudden beeping. She widened her eyes and look down at the watch on her wrist.

"Oh! It's time for the new episode of Sparkletown! I'll talk to you later bro-bro, bye!" Mabel turned around and bolted out of the kitchen, leaving me once again alone with my thoughts.

I stared where Mabel was a second ago before taking a deep breath and pulling a Dorito chip out its bag. I eyed it with a rather confused frown.

"... I feel like this is somehow extremely cruel, yet I'm not even sure why." I began absentmindedly poking one of my eyes with the corner of the yellow chip.

"Oink."

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Mabel's pet pig suddenly appeared out of thin air and oinked at my feet. Waddles was staring up at me with his small, coal-colored eyes. I shoved the chip that I was poking my eye with a second ago into my mouth and glared down at the pig.

"And who are you staring at, ya walking piece of bacon?"

Waddles just blinked at me calmly and turned around, walking out of the room. I stared after him for a moment before raising a fist and shaking it.

"Yeah, that's right you stupid pig! You better run from me!" I threw my hands into the air. "I am the all-powerful, all-knowing Bi-" I was then cut off by Dorito chips raining down on me from above.

"NOOOOO! IT'S A REVOLUTION! MAY THE GREAT AXOLOTL HAVE MERCY ON THE FALLEN! IT'S FINALLY TIME TO BURN IN HELL FOR MY SINS!"

Once it was done raining the vengeful souls of the damned, I looked around the now kitchen-turned-battlefield. I threw my head back and groaned at the mess that I now had to clean up.

"Fuck me..."