Dipper woke up the next morning, the time nearing noon and he sat up, sitting atop his comforter, facing the wall beside his bed. He was incredibly quiet, the silence not seeming to bother him in the slightest, staring at the wooden interior of his home like it was the interesting thing in the world.

"It's like watching paint dry," he murmured after sometime (maybe half an hour), his voice cutting into the dead, eerie silence. He looked around over his shoulder, wondering where his sister was.

"What am I doing...?" He asked himself, a hand running through his hair, a frown spreading over his face, his eyes downcast. "I don't even have patience for lines for the bathroom; how am I just staring at a wall...? I'm going insane..." He chuckled softly, turning around to swing his legs over the bed and pad over to the full length mirror near the bottom of his bed. He sighed, looking over his shoulder out the triangular window. "I'm in my drop-a-pin quiet room, having a full blown conversation with myself."

"You mean, a self-loathing pity party for how lonely you are?" A voice spoke up from behind the preteen, causing him to whirl around and stare, dumbfounded, at the mirror. The voice continued. "'Cause I'd love to crash it." Dipper's puzzled expression looked back at him, except his reflection had two other distinguishing features. A slight sneer and a pair of glowing, golden, snake-like eyes.

"Don't you do anything else than creep around and make peoples' lives miserable?" Dipper snapped at the mirror, crossing his arms in annoyance over his chest.

"Some way to greet me," Bill huffed back, rolling his eyes back at the brunette. "And I can have fun too, you know." He snapped his fingers instantly after his sentence, a playful smirk on his face.

Dipper immediately doubled over, his eyes squeezed shut, his face contorting in pain. He held his hair tightly in his fists, letting out a pained yelp. "Bill!" He hissed angrily between gritted teeth. "Knock it...off!"

For Bill had given him an excruciatingly painful migraine, causing Dipper's skull to throb, making his head feel like it was going to split in half. The demon copying him in the mirror simply laughed, but after at least a minute of the entertainment, he stopped.

Dipper straightened back up after a moment, but not before his stomach churned and he gagged, puking behind himseld unceremoniously onto the floor. He panted for breath, glaring daggers at his yellow-eyed doppelgänger. "That..." He managed shakily, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt. "That wasn't fun."

Bill, however, seemed to think otherwise, as he was cackling his head off. He mimicked Dipper's upset and annoyed expression, though smiled giddily at him. "But it was funNY."

Dipper stared at him in disgust, shaking his head and he turned to leave before Bill quickly stopped laughing.

"Hey, kiddo, hold up," he called in a casual tone, causing Dipper to stop in his tracks and turn back to the mirror with incredible reluctance.

"Bill, just leave me alone. I need to clean up all this barf now, thanks to you." Dipper shot back, his eyes narrowed at him as he refused to step any closer.

Bill stood there in the reflection, his foot tapping along with Dipper's. "Could I make you a proposition?" He asked slyly, his face masked of all emotion.

"What, like a deal?" Dipper countered, his tone snippy. "Great, sure, whatever. But make it snappy. That mirror's bound to crack soon with you in it."

Bill choose purposely to ignore the sharp comeback, gazing at him evenly, the smallest trace of a smirk on his face. "I can't say that our last deal was exactly...your choice," he started, his eyebrows furrowing the same time Dipper's did. "So, I'd like to give you a chance to make a deal of your own accord. Aren't I generous?" He gave a laugh, Dipper's simper cold.

"Yeah, you deserve a Nobel Peace Prize," Dipper hissed back as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, let me get this straight. You want to make a deal with me, it seems, purely for the fun of it, as I get to choose whatever the deal entails? No offense, man, but not only is it a waste of your power, it's a waste of time."

Bill's eyes flashed in response to his last sentence, but the demon did nothing more regarding Dipper's suspicions. "Yes, that's correct," he answered with a thick, sneaking tone. "Go on; hit me."

Dipper thought for a moment, casting his gaze around the room before they landed back on the mirror's surface. "Alright, I've got one," he said, his expression cold. Bill listened impatiently.

"You leave me and my sister- scratch that, family alone and stop messing with our lives," he paused for a moment, searching his proposal for any loopholes before giving a curt nod. "Deal?"

Bill definitely looked intrigued now and he tapped his chin for a few moments longer than making a decision would normally take, as if to exaggerate the whole process.

"Sure, kiddo!" He chirped after a moment, smiling widely as though he had come up with the deal himself. "You've got yourself a deal!" His Dipper-looking hand reached through the mirror, grasping Dipper's as they both gave a sturdy shake, their hands lighting in a casual blue flame.

Bill pulled his hand back and beamed happily at the twelve-year old. "See ya 'round, Pine Tree!" He laughed, disappearing from mirror's inner reflection, leaving a determined-looking Dipper staring back at himself. The boy brushed his palms together as if to rid his hands of the demon he'd just dealt with.

Dipper let out a content sigh he hadn't realized he'd been holding in before grinning (for the first time in a while) at himself in the mirror. He adjusted his hat and tugged his vest tighter around himself, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked out of the attic, whistling in a carefree tone.

An airy voice echoed in the room after him:

"Bound by just one, lone word, therefore
A puppet's toy, you assumed you were.
Sacrifices will be made,
but woe you with the twisted fate."

There was a shadowy cackle and soon, the only noise to be heard was the small rustling from the rotating fan on the desk.

-:-

Wasn't it funny how I rhymed 'fate' with 'made'?

Yeah, hilarious.

(Psst, just go with it.)

I'm so sorry for practically abandoning this book. I know you guys want to read this and I am such a bad procrastinator and school and everything, I honestly have no idea why I started this.

RIP this book 2015- 2016

Anyways, I hope to update again fairly soon. Once again, so sorry, my dudes.