#i think Mabel is skeptical of this new development but she knows its kinda futile to really protest

[shortnotsweet]

“Perhaps it was something that hit me, perhaps it was something I ate. But out of the blue, I dreamed I met you, and you said to me, "Hi, ya Gate!" Millions have heard you play Chopin, the critics applaud and approve. But millions more would simply adore to hear you get in the groove!”

— Judy Garland & José Iturbi, “The Joint is Really Jumpin’ in Carnegie Hall”

Dipper makes a deal with a salesman who’s new in town. The salesman has more points than most, and sharper angles than should be possible for a single person, but Dipper knows better by knowing, and sees him for what he is. He’s not a person. He’s a relic of Dipper’s childhood, of nightmares that are frequent but regular. Regular as in normal, not tinted gold and compelling him to scratch his eyelids off when he wakes. It’s the kind of thing that the human mind dreams up on its own as a defense mechanism against some horrible trauma. They’re a product of Dipper’s own mind, and no one else’s, and that is a comfort, in a way. Bill Cipher is not back from the dead because he was never dead to begin with, but he’s come back all the same. It’s not an issue of what, or even who, but rather: how much can Bill Cipher do for Dipper? When the fate of Gravity Falls once again hangs in the balance—that, and the sanctity of the entire dimension—shaking a few hands is the least of Dipper’s burdens. Anything to ease the way.

Bill & Dipper in the same universe