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Dipper shot up in his bed with a loud scream before letting out heavy unpaced breaths. Then his hands went frantically under his pillow, and grabbed the solid object underneath it. The journal was still there, thank goodness.
It was only a dream.
Another nightmare, in which Bill invaded.
Dipper snapped at that moment. Enough was enough. The Demon had interfered with Dipper's life too much, and now he was going to interfere with his. Dipper could swear he'd seen something in here... he flipped through the pages.
"Aha!" He grinned, pointing to the words, then glanced to his sister. He was lucky that she'd been a heavy sleeper. The words were difficult to read, but Dipper was pretty sure he read most of it correctly.
"Magic can be reversed..." Dipper breathed as he read the journal in a soft whisper, "I can take away Bill's powers! I can take away all of their powers..." he couldn't read all of the words on the page, he couldn't read the warnings. But he didn't care. He pulled out a special root from his drawer, one he'd picked from the woods just last week. It was a source of magic. Dipper bit his lip not quite sure if he should be paying with magic. He knew all magic came with a price.
But...
Then... At least Dipper could actually sleep. In peace
"Inclinatio." The word fumbled between his lips, and he felt a gust of wind brush through his hair, and through his very existence. It worked.
Dipper gave a small chuckle, then went to stand up. He had to tell his twin. But, when he went to stand, he found himself only stumbling to the floor.
"Wh-what?" Dipper looked down to his legs for the source of the problem, only...there were no legs. His legs were missing!!! Well, they were replaced anyways. Dipper worried, stumbling over to a mirror and starred at his reflection. His legs had been replaced with a deer's body, and his ears were replaced with fluffy brown deer ears.
Dipper's eyes widened and his ears went down, "Oh no... what have I done!?"
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Bill cursed at the somewhat heavy feeling in his chest, "Pine Tree... what, have you done."
He stumbled to his feet, cursing as he brushed the dust off of his (leggings?)
This feeling... Bill knew this feeling, although it wasn't as...pleasant. He ached all over and felt weak.
Bill never felt weak!
He had to figure out what Pine Tree had gotten himself into. Bill was positive this was the boys fault, he always had to get in his way. Cipher growled, stomping his way through the forest and throwing a fit like a child would. Since he could no longer fly...