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I wanted to scream and show the world my frustrations I was suffering through with this literal demon. I couldn't even have a normal morning, day, week.. who am I kidding, life. I mean seriously, isn't there someone else he can torment, like there has to be someone, right? I still am waiting to know what I did to deserve this. Maybe the world hates me.
Why am I ranting like this? Well it began earlier this day. The sun was shining through the window, filling the room with it's tender beams. The air was gentle and light. The sounds of the house were subtle and soothing.
At least until a pecking sound echoed off the window, penetrating my ear drums. I turned over and over in hopes that would dull the sound which was of no use as the sound continued. I rubbed my eye as the other opened with the lifting of my head. And to my eye I spied a bluebird, sitting on the window's ledge. It stared back at me for a moment before turning and flying off. I yawned as I began to tuck my head into my rested arms only to see the empty bed below me.
"Ah!" I yelped and flew backwards, passing partly through the ceiling behind me. I quickly flew back in as I gazed down at my hands and body, seeing my transparent self dressed in my nightwear. "Wha.. what happened? Why am I.." I stopped. "Bill." I gazed towards the bed on the other side of the room to see it empty. "Mabel?" Turning around, I passed through the door and to my ears came the sound of rustling from down the stairs. I followed the sound until I came upon a tookish sticking out of the eye socket of the skull side table sitting next to Uncle Stan's recliner. And as I came closer, they pulled their head out with a pop. With the turn their head, their eyes gazed at an item within their hand, and was to be shoved into their vest pocket before the spheres within their head moved across the room. Then upon me their yellow stare did come. An overly wide smile grew upon the very same face that I knew too well.
"Well morning Pine Tree. Or should I say noon?" He stood up and dusted off his knees. "You know you sleep much better when you're out of your meatsack. You should really consider me borrowing it more often." My arms came crossed over my chest as I stared down at him.
"No I shouldn't." My eyes were hard and calculating while his were cold and watching. Neither wavering in the slightest. Okay, mine wavered but he probably didn't notice. He gazed down at the near wall for only a moment.
"Ah it doesn't matter. You don't have a say anyway." Bill brought his gaze back up, a leer now radiating in his eyes. He then headed for the kitchen and began looking through the cupboards. I kept my face stern and still to mask the displeasure I felt at hearing those words.
"Whatever you're up to, you're not going to win." Bill then maneuvered towards the fridge, opening it up, and grabbed multiple items, shoving them into his pockets, out of sight.
"You still think that? And I thought I had a thick skull. Just kidding, I have twelve."
"Yes I do because Mabel and I are going to defeat you again. And this time we have Unkle Ford and he's going to get rid of you for good." Bill's smile turned crooked as he gave a short chuckle.
"Okay."
Slam went the fridge door, shaking the taxidermy wolf head on top and jars sitting upon the nearby counter. With the spin of the heal, he turned and made his way through the kitchen, passing through me then the doorway, before making a hard right and going out of sight.
"Bill! " I followed him around the corner to see the back door closing. "That's not what I meant!" A thump echoed from beyond the door accompanied with a soft laugh. I poked my head through the door to see my body laying in front of the back porch, face within the dirt. Then like the jump of a flee, his head popped up, and laughed.
"Heh. Gotta remember that gravity stuff." He then pushed himself up and ran into the gulf cart. As he was bulking up, I flew towards him and he spoke, "Well doesn't this feel familiar?" In reverse he put the gear and down on the petal he pushed, sending him backwards in a screeching motion.
"Bill!" To my cry, he changed gear and drove off, a cloud of dust left in his wake. I slowed, putting an arm over my eyes only to realized too late that no dust could become caught within them. As I looked up, I could see nothing but the remaining dust in the air.
"Woah! What was that?" called a voice from the other side of the Shack. Out stepped a large figure. There stood Soos in his green question mark tee, beige shorts, and brown cap; who looked outward toward the dissipating cloud of dirt. I flew towards him, calling for him, only to see he was ignorant of my presence as he shrugged, saying, "Oh well," turned, and walked straight through me while humming a dodedodedo. That will always be odd. I thought for a moment before I snapped my fingers with an idea. I turned to see him walk into the Shack, to which I followed. Once in, I flew upward, entering the attic. I turned and looked until I saw a pile of my own clothing and went to search it. Soon enough, I had a sock within my clutches. I slipped it onto my hand before going through the floor head first, only for the sock to slip off as I passed. I quickly stopped to look at my palm then headed back up. I put the sock back on and use it to open the attic door and fly down the stairs. Around the corner I turned, following the hall, and entering the living quarters.
As I got to the door, I stuck my head through and saw Mabel and Soos, speaking to each other about Ducktective, a mother and her young daughter looking at an overly fake oddity display. I pull back and slowly open the door and slip through, shutting it quietly. A small click being the only sound made, drawing the little girl's attention, who stared at the sock attached to the door handle. She continued to hold this gaze until her mother pulled her aside to view the items on "sale." To this she complained, saying she wanted to go and look at the wormy. I then moved, keeping my hand low to draw as little attention as possible.
As I neared the till, I began to whisper, "Pst. Mabel. Pst." using the sock to mouth my words. Soon enough, she looked over, her eyes partly clouded in confusion as she looked around. "Down here."
Down her head turned, and more clouded her eyes became, "Soos, do you see a floating sock?" came her whispered words.
Over Soos looked at me, "It does." His eyes went wide, "Oh man, that reminds me of a dream," and then began to look around. "I hope it's not the one with the vampire polar bears."
"Mommy? Are there really vampire polar bears?" The little girl asked, listening in on the conversation. The mother looked down upon the child from the overpriced Man of Mystery bobble head, shaking her head.
"Of course not. There were no exhibits of them like the Six-pack O' Lope or the Cheapskate. They're the real deal."
"Did you remember to feed him?" Mabel whispered to Soos to which he lifted up an empty bag of dog food and shook it.
"Yeah. He ate the whole bag." The little girl then pointed to me with determination in her large brown eyes.
"Then what about floating sock wormies?"
"There are no.." the mother began, then stopped as her eyes laid upon the hovering cloth. She then screamed, causing Soos, Mabel, I and the little girl to flinch at its piercing volume. The woman then grabbed the child's arm and wrenching her out of the Shack, continuing to yell so as she entered her vehicle, took off, and so on until she was no longer within hearing distance.
"What a weirdo." Mabel commented, rubbing at her temples.
"What!?" Soos yelled with his hands still on his ears. Mabel hit his arm which he flinched at, laughing "Just kidding," as he rubbed his bicep.
"Guys! A little help would be appreciated." The two directed their attention at me. Mabel's expression transferred to one of realization as Soos took on a slight fog of suspicion. Soos then partly hid behind the counter, an eye being kept on the sock.
"You're not going to bring the werewolf penguin and polar bear war here, are you?"
"Soos. It's Dipper." Mabel got up from the tall stool only to be blocked by the mass of a large arm.
"Nah ah Dag. I saw Dipper walking around the Shack all morning. It looked pretty funny looking though."
"Was he smiling like a fool?" Soos brought up a look of thought before speaking.
"No. More like a psychopathic killer."
"And did he have yellow eyes?" He brought his finger to his chin before answering.
"I thought he was trying out some new rad contacts."
"No, that's Bill." A gasp erupted from his throat.
"You mean the triangle guy that went into your Grunkle Stan's mind?" Soos asked, bringing his hands to the sides of his rounded face.
"The very same." I said as Mabel walked up to the sock upon my hand. Her eyes rippled in worry as her mouth became set like a straight line.
"Dude, did he like.. turn you into a sock?" Soos inquired.
"No, he took my body and ran off. Do you know where Ford is?" With those words, Mabel's expression changed like as though a curtain had prematurely dropped.
"Grunkle Stan said he left sometime before sunrise before we woke up. Something about some weird pixie sample or something."
"Oh. Well where's Grunkle Stan? Maybe he can help."
"Stan went to take care of some business and left me in charge." Soos declared, pointing his thumb at his chest.
"What kind of business?"
"I think it had something to do with 'buying' some taxidermy animals for some more attractions." Mabel added, air quoting the word "buying."
"What about Wendy?"
"She took her five minute break." Soos said.
"How long ago?"
"About fifteen minutes ago."
I couldn't hold in my sigh, "Then that just leaves us."
"Well, let's get started," Mabel stated, straightening up. "So, do you know where Bill is so we can kick his butt?"
"I don't, he took off in the gulf cart down the road about a minute ago." I aim my sight at Mabel, brows slightly furrowed and eyes locked on her. " And I hope you mean after we get him out."
"Of course." She replied with her shoulders shrugged.
"Well should we get heading after him?" Soos asked, pointing towards the door. I held my chin, the other wrapped around my waist. I remove the one from my chin and faced it towards the two.
"First we need a plan, this is Bill we're talking about." Mabel made a raspberry as she waved her hands in the air.
"Or we can do what we did last time and tire him out." And around she turned, heading to the door. "Come on, let's go."
"Sounds good to me." And Soos followed.
I yelled, "Hey! Guys!" Only for it to be fallen by the already closed door. My shoulders dropped before stiffening and eyes softening before growing cold. Of course my words fall upon deaf ears once more. "Ugh. Wait for me."