I do not own Gravity Falls.
Dipper blinked wearily as as something woke him up. Sitting up, his eyes narrowed in confusion as he heard what sounded like a high pitched squeaking.
His eyes widened as he remembered the events of the day before, just as the door of their room burst open.
"Wheee!" Bill squealed as he sped into the room, floating above the ground, his legs crossed. "Guess who's one of the most powerful immortal beings ever again?"
"I guess Bill," Dipper groaned, laying back down and turning from the dream demon.
"Pine Tree guesses right!" Bill sang, his hands on his knees, as he leaned towards Dipper.
When the boy ignored him, he pouted slightly, before turning towards Mabel's bed.
"Hey, Shooting Star, how are you doing on this fine, power-refilling morning?" he asked, floating upside down above her bed. As she didn't respond, he realized that she was still asleep.
"Well, that's boring..." he muttered as he stretched his body out a yard above her. N idea suddenly struck him, and with a smirk he snapped his fingers.
Mabel sat up quickly.
"Don't you dare, Gideon!" she yelled with wide eyes, before noticing the others.
At first, she just grinned sheepishly, until she noticed Bill was floating, and she looked at him angrily.
"Why were you in my dream?" she demanded, her eyes narrowed.
"I was just giving you a shock to wake you up!" he looked down at his nails, seemingly uninterested with her annoyance. "Your brother was boring me."
"What time is it even?" she groaned, rubbing her eyes to attempt to wake up.
"... I don't know. I woke up, noticed I had my powers, and flew up here."
"How would you have known Grunkle Stan wouldn't have seen you?"
Stan actually had seen him. And had seen him stick his tongue out at the man as he flew past him.
"... I could sense his dreams. They were weird," he lied, leaning his chin into his hands.
Mabel rolled her eyes before yawning.
"Leave the room so we can get dressed," she demanded to Bill, who sadly floated out of the room as he heard the twins bickering behind him.
"But I don't want to get up..." Dipper suddenly moaned from his bed.
"Dipper, this is not a time to be lazy."
"I had trouble sleeping last night!"
After a few minutes, that seemed far longer to Bill, the two came out of the room, Dipper dressed in his usual attire and Mabel in her shooting star sweater.
"You took too looong," he groaned, leaning against the wall.
"You should get downstairs and with your crutches now, work is starting soon," Dipper said, ignoring the last comment.
Bill's uncovered eye widened as he slowly floated closer to the ground.
"Dammit, I can't float while working, can I?" he muttered to himself, before scowling and floating down the staircase. "Meet you two in the store area, I suppose, then."
Mabel watched the downtrodden Bill leave with furrowed eyebrows.
"He looks sad," she said quietly, gaining Dipper's attention.
"Well, yeah, you would be too if you had the capability to do anything and had to use some stupid crutches," he scoffed.
"He never used to be sad before..."
"He was a triangular demon before."
"We should teach him to walk!" she suddenly exclaimed, turning towards Dipper with bright eyes.
"... Why do we have to?"
"Who else would?"
"... Fair point."
"Let's tell him about it after the Shack closes," she laughed out as she pulled Dipper down the stairs and towards the main area of the shack.
As they entered the store, they were met with a confused Wendy leaning against the wall.
"Hey guys, who's the new meat?" she asked, signaling towards Bill struggling to shelve a box of snow globes.
"Oh, that's Bill," Mabel answered, moving her slightly worried gaze from Bill to Wendy. "He's staying with us, and he's paying Grunkle Stan by working in the Shack."
"Huh," the teenager looked at him curiously. "What's up with his legs?"
"He injured one of them," Dipper quickly butted in. "He'll probably be better soon, though."
"That sucks," she shrugged, sticking her hand back in her pockets and walking towards her spot behind the register. Both Dipper and Mabel let out a breath of relief, glad she had bought the cover story.
"Pssst," Soos suddenly whispered behind them, making both twins freeze. "Is that who I think that it is?"
"Ummm... Noooooo," Dipper drew out, inside panicking over forgetting that Soos had also met Bill.
"That's that weird triangle dude, isn't it?" Soos demanded, crouched behind the only partially opened door. "How'd he turn human? And why is he working in the Shack?"
Mabel sighed, turning towards the man.
"We don't really know how he turned human, he hasn't fully explained it yet," she started, her hands on her hips. "But he did, and he hadn't realized how much help he'd need in this form, and because we're good people we're providing that help," she closed her eyes. "Plus, he can't walk yet and it is kind of sad."
"Are you dudes really sure that's a good idea?"
"We honestly have no idea," Dipper sighed. "But do we really want him anywhere else causing mayhem? Better where we can try and keep him out of trouble than otherwise."
"If you think so..." Soos looked at them worriedly before going off to fix a shelf. As he walked away, Dipper sighed, leaning against the wall and sliding to the floor.
"Is this a good idea, Mabel? What if he goes crazy?"
"I told you already, Dipstick, we can handle that!" Mabel couched down to look her brother in the eyes, her voice fierce. "Anyways, that's totally not going to happen!"
Just as Dipper was about to answer, he was interrupted by a loud crash. They both turned towards where they had seen Bill, their eyes widening as they saw a pile of broken glass sitting in a puddle.
"Cipher!" Stan screamed, storming in. "What's this?"
"... An accident, sir," Bill answered sheepishly. Stan's eye twitched, before he sighed, dragging his hand down his face.
"Don't do it again," he growled, before turning away from the demon. "Soos, clean this up!"
"Yes sir!" While the man was quick to get started on Stan's task, he still looked at Bill suspiciously as he passed.
"... Work is going to be weirder now."
"Work is going to be a lot weirder now."