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Dipper kept his arms crossed, not taking the chance for Bill to somehow grab hold of him and force a deal upon him. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He knew summoning Bill again was a terrible, terrible mistake, but it was loads better than watching the residence of the town die. He hated that it was up to him to do this, he didn’t want to be the hero for a second time, but he had to be one again.

“Whatever you did that one summer really screwed our world up, you know? I’m not getting into the details, but your party let something else in. You know, maybe they’re one of your friends! Maybe this was some daring rescue plan, hell if I know,” His sarcasm and disgust was obvious, seeping right into his tone of voice, “Seems to be pretty angry since it’s been killing everyone in town.”

He didn’t want to get into any gory details, he doubted he could stomach bringing them all up again. Getting sick in front of Bill wasn’t exactly something he wanted to do right now.

With a shake of his head, Dipper continued, “I don’t know what it is, who it is, what it wants.. but I want it gone. That’s why you’re here, to make a deal to get rid of it. You help me get rid of it.. and I’ll do something for you, that’s how it works.”

Bill laughed, floating on his back and kicking his legs at the idea of one of his demon ‘friends’ attempting a rescue plan.

“Kid, none of my friends have any power in the mindscape. That’s my domain. There’s no way they would attempt to rescue me. Besides…” He snickered again, wiping away an imaginary tear. “You just pulled off a more successful rescue than they could ever come up with.” Let that torment the kid for a while, since he and his sister were the ones who distracted him long enough for Stanford and Stanley to come up with that stupid clothes switching plan that he really shouldn’t have been stupid enough to fall for.

“But whatever is going on, I could probably get rid of it. Depends on what ‘it’ is, and how much access you want to give me to your world. I can only do so much with my current form.” If his old body was still around somewhere, he could always use that again, but he wasn’t even sure if had survived the closing of the rift. And even if Pine Tree knew the location, he probably wouldn’t be willing to give away that information. At least, not until it became necessary. Bill wondered how many corpses that would take.

“Are you sure it came through the rift I created. though?” he asked, rubbing a hand under his eye thoughtfully. When that rift closed, it should have sucked all the weirdness back into it. Some low level creatures may have been able to avoid it, like eyebats and such, but any higher power creature wouldn’t have been able to escape. He doubted it was a low level creature, they generally weren’t that bloodthirsty, and were pretty dumb. Pine Tree would have been able to take care of any monster of that caliber easily. No, whatever this thing was, Pine Tree must’ve been desperate, if he called on Bill for help.

“Well, anyways, this sound interesting enough, so sure, Ill help you out. I help you get rid of this creature, you do something for me. There may be some details later we need to work out later, depending on what were dealing with, but it sounds like a deal!” He held out his hand. Sparks of blue flame sputtered for a few seconds, boy did he need to get a handle on this weird new energy, but the flames finally flickered to life in his hand, and he offered it to the scowling man.