Chapter 3: The Statue

After the party was over, everyone pitched in to help clean, and an hour later, it was like nothing had happened. Dipper was sitting on the porch, pondering if he should at least tell Ford what had happened, when he remembered something. "That statue..." He stood, and ran into the woods, probably getting ready to try his most stupid idea ever. But it would help him figure out a lot of things. He stopped in front of the statue of Bill, leaning on his cane, and holding a hand out, as if asking him to make a deal. Dipper caught his breath, and took one more step forward, then gripped the demon's hand. At first, nothing happened as the wind tugged at his clothes, and blew his hair from his face. Then, a blue flame outlined the handshake, and something started carving into his shoulder, making him cry out in pain. He threw his jacket to the ground, and rolled up his sleeve, horrified at the sight of what was on his shoulder. Carved into his skin, smoking, was the zodiac that could summon Bill Cipher. "Finally! I'm back, Pinetree, and it's all thanks to you!" But the demon wasn't exactly a demon. Bill was in human form, which Dipper hadn't even known about, leaning on his cane. He was tall enough for Dipper to only reach his side with his height, with pale skin, and blonde hair, which brought out his amber eyes. Well, eye. His left eye was covered with a patch. A tophat sat sideways on his head, paired with a black coat that ended inches from the ground with golden lines to make it look like black bricks, but it was purple on the inside woth white dots to resemble stars, black jeans, and a yellow dress shirt, the collar folded down, and a black tie on his neck. "Gosh, it feels so good to be free, you have no idea how horrible that prison was! I've got to hand it to you, Pinetree, you know how to make a demon miserable." Dipper could only stare, terrified, at this new version of Bill. He needed to get out of there, now, before he was trapped. He snatched his jacket up, and ran back to the shack, ignoring the demon's calls. "Oh, come on, Pinetree! I can't say hi to my favorite person?" Dipper ran up to the porch, and slammed the door open, calling for Ford and Stan. "Uncle Ford! Grunkle Stan!" Ford was the first to come running out from behind the vending machine. "Dipper? What is it?" He seemed to register the zodiac carved into his nephew's skin. "How?" He yelled. Dipper shook his head. "Later! Listen, Bill, h-he's back! I-" "Are you telling on me?" Dipper spun around, scowling, and Ford stepped in front of him protectively. "Bill, I thought I told you-" "Yeah yeah, sixer, I heard. But the kid summoned me on his own!" Ford scowled. But before he could say anything, Stan came through, and gave Bill the best death glare he could muster. "Get out of my house." But Bill just smirked. "Ok." And, before anyone could blink, Dipper's hand was glued to the demon's. He threw the journal to Ford, who caught it, and Stan leapt forward in an attempt to yank Dipper away. But he failed. As they teleported, he knew he was now, if not before, at Bill's mercy.