I want you all to know that it takes me a while to actually get a chapter completed as this is how this one began:

smh for lack of grammar geez that is criNGEY

So, even if you get incredibly distracted sometimes and don't have the willpower to write a chapter, grab a straw and suck it up, find a handle and get a grip, and cross a bridge to get over it.

Because people like to read fanfictions.

*LAZINESS intensifies*

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*dabs away*
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Dipper blinked open his eyes, trying to make sense of his surroundings, feeling incredibly discombobulated and puzzled. He glimpsed an old man sitting before him, sporting a red turtleneck and brown trench coat, whose mouth was moving, his expression looking a bit cheerful. The confused brunette tilted his head slightly as he couldn't make out any of the words the man was saying.

"What?" Dipper asked him, not hearing anything except his own voice.

The greying man narrowed his eyes down at him, his lips moving slower as though that would help. The poor Pines boy sat up on the couch, squinting at him.

"I can't hear you," he cried softly, putting a finger in his ear as if to clear it even though nothing was there.

The man now wore a shocked expression, looking surprised and slightly paled and he leaned closer, shaking the boy slightly by his shoulders, his mouth opening and closing frantically. Dipper just shook his head miserably, looking up at the scared male with confusion.

The man crouched down beside the couch, speaking into his ear and Dipper tilted his head closer to him to try and hear.

"Traitor," the old man whispered darkly, his voice cold and steely and the young boy gave a small gasp, looking at him anxiously.

"I'm sorry..." Dipper trailed off quietly, gazing at him with wide eyes. "Who are you?"

The sleeping boy jolted awake, his chest heaving as he panted softly, glancing around anxiously and seeing Grunkle Ford looking down at him with worried eyes, his expression quickly shifting over to joy as he saw his nephew up.

"Dipper!" He said happily, his cheerful tone masking another emotion in his voice. "Sleep alright?"

"It was only...five minutes..." Dipper murmured in response, rubbing his eyes as he sat up on the couch, trying to push the bad dream to the back of his mind.

"Right..." His great uncle gave an awkward little chuckle. "Well, does the name Bill Cipher ring a bell?"

Dipper wrinkled up his nose in thought, dropping his gaze and his brow furrowed as he was silent for a couple moments. He looked back up to Ford, shaking his head softly. "It seems familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

Ford nodded approvingly, a genuine smile etched on his withered face.

"Excellent."

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Meanwhile, Stan and Mabel were playing cards up in the attic, their expressions grim. Neither of them had spoken except for the soft congratulations to each other at winning that specific round.

Stan stole a glance up at his niece from where they sat cross-legged on the ground, playing a game similar to Poker, but without poker chips, using small crackers on plates instead, this version being more "kid-friendly", as Stan had stated with air quotes.

"Hey, uh, I'm sure it'll all work out," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Things always seem to."

Mabel gave a brisk nod.

"Yeah," was all she replied with; doing a great job of hiding all other emotion.

Stan looked back down at his cards, biting his lip softly.

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Ford had gotten up to make Dipper some lunch, leaving the brunette alone on the couch with his thoughts. He sighed, wringing his hands out as he thought over his dream again. How could he not remember Grunkle Ford?

His bored gaze traveled around the room, letting out a small yawn as he rubbed his eyes again. Dipper suddenly spotted a small note on the T-Rex head skeleton table and he leaned forward to read it.

"Don't stop reading this. Keep going; it's alright. No lunatics here. Unless, of course, you count yourself.

Look around you. The world works in mysterious ways; doesn't it? Gravitational pull, the water cycle, fascinating, huh? But we're getting off topic.

Behind the facade everyone seems to be putting on these days, no one really seems to be okay. Everyone lies. "I'm fine," they say. They're not.

You, probably just another masked creep, huh, kid? Think about that for a moment, Dipper. Now, do me a favor and read the first word of each paragraph."

Dipper stiffened, not only once seeing his name on the paper, but once he did as the last paragraph told him. Half of him really wanted to turn around. Yet the other half willed him to stay put.

Just a peek, a curious part of his mind urged him.

No! Don't do it! The logical voice in his head cried.

The brunette heaved a sigh, his eyes darting to the far left, craning his head slightly to get a good peek, his desperation for answers getting the best of him.

Curiosity killed the cat, snapped the upset part of his mind, Dipper's thoughts practically arguing against each other.

The boy was greeted by none other than a triangular shadow and he tilted his head at the wall slightly, turning around in the armchair to face it.

He stared at the floating illusion for a moment before getting knocked over off the cushion he sat on as the three sides demon flew into him.

Bill stood in Dipper's body, stretching and yawning, smirking widely, turning as he skipped into the gift shop, padding softly over to the vending machine. "Thanks for turning around," he chuckled half to himself with a grin. "Without any memories of me, you just wouldn't know when you crossed the line. You also weren't as cautious or paranoid as you might've been before you met me. So a little peek wouldn't have hurt, anyways."

"Look, kid," he spoke up to the ghastly brunette that was undoubtedly trailing after him in utter confusion. "You can't just forget the great Bill Cipher just like that." He snapped his fingers for emphasis, imputing the code and padding down the dank staircase to the elevator, Dipper floating after his possessed body. "You've got to try harder than that. Lucky you, I came to save the day!"

After riding the elevator to Ford's "special floor", Bipper hopped off and padded along all the old relics that lined the shelves, looking at them with curiosity, but not finding what he was looking for yet.

"What are you even doing?" Dipper questioned, disoriented, from the top of the room. "Who are you? Give me my body back!"

"Calm down," Bill replied with an exasperated tone. "You complain too much." He searched a little farther before coming upon the memory gun Ford had dropped here before making Dipper lunch, picking it up and examining it. He popped out the small tube that held Dipper's memories that had been sitting inside the gun. "Fordsy must've forgotten to take it out," he said with a mad smirk as he slinked over to the large screen in the back of the room that had once been used to try and rid minds of the dream demon who now used it.

Dipper floated after him above the ceiling, feeling incredibly freaked out and nauseous even though he hadn't eaten anything bad, nor could he, for that matter. "Dude!" He yelled to get his attention. "Knock it off, man, seriously! This isn't cool!"

Bill turned his head around in an owl-like manner, his slitted eyes staring up at Dipper. "Don't tell me what to do, 'dude'," he mocked in annoyance, pulling some wires from the side of the large television. He created a small, neat nest of the multicolored wires he had tugged out, fixing the memory canister in the center of the bundle, fiddling with a few switches and buttons before the screen flickered to life.

Bipper turned with his arms crossed over his chest, looking up at Dipper and jerked his head once to the screen. "Watch that, would you?"

Dipper's eyes reluctantly shifted over to the screen that took up the whole wall he watched the moving images of a yellow triangle and himself from all their earlier encounters. His expression of utter puzzlement changed into that of slight fear, then horror and finally anger as he looked back to the demon possessing his body. "Bill," he growled threateningly. "Get out of my body."

"Gladly," the demon chirped cheerfully back to him once the screen went black. "This is all I was after. I just needed to you remember. Torturing you and making you're life a living nightmare isn't much fun when you don't even know the one causing it, huh?" He brushed his palms together as if to rid them of some invisible substance, like this whole chore was something he was glad to be done with.

"It's all yours, kiddo," he laughed maniacally before exited Dipper's body, letting it fall to the ground before its rightful owner quickly popped in again and ran to the elevator, riding back to the main level.

Dipper quickly stepped out and hurried back to the armchair, throwing himself onto it and looking up at the ceiling lazily just as Ford walked in with a small plate for Dipper.

"Sorry it took so long," his grunkle chuckled. "Couldn't figure out how to work the dang stovetop. Boy, technology these days." He handed Dipper his lunch, which was grilled cheese as he shook his head in awe slightly, stepping back out of the room.

The grilled sandwiches sat in Dipper's lap as he looked after him and he gave a shaky sigh. He threw his arms over his eyes as he leaned back against the couch, his throat starting to dry up, a pricking feeling in his eyes as he felt small tears pooling up inside his eyes and he shut them tightly, choking back a sob.