Dipper wasn't a forgiving person. That was a fact on it's own.

He was prone to hold grudges. There were a few exceptions, as he was mostly forgiven towards his family members.

Up to now, that changed.

As he no longer could look his sister and uncle in the eye. Stan had kept crucial information from him, even when the whole world was at stake. And Mabel had forgotten her job as a Guardian. It was Dipper and his sister's job to keep the World Balance, and rid it of evil forces. And besides from controlling the sun, Stan had a task on keeping the whole universe safe as well. And in the end, they went against Dipper, and had the guile to see him as the bad guy.

He was now walking through the twisted halls, looking through multiple doorways. Behind him, Mabel was trying to gain his attention.

"Dipper, just listen--"

"Nothing you say will convince me," Dipper snapped, slamming a door shut.

"That won't stop me from trying," Mabel countered.

Dipper turned to her sharply. "What do you expect me to do? Ignore the fact that Grunkle Stan lied to me, and how you're disobeying common Guardian laws."

"Sometimes, laws need to be changed!" Mabel argued. "You're really going to let the laws tell you whether or not to kill your friend?"

"This isn't just about the law, it's about common sense," The male brunette responded. "If Bill's powers are rewakened, it'll spell bad news for everyone."

"Oh, so it's his fault that his powers are returning?"

"No! I'm only saying that this is the only solution we have right now."

"So, let's find a better solution," She insisted. "We can teach Bill how to control his powers. Plus, Will has his powers, and he's doing okay--"

"Will is different , Mabel," Dipper pointed out. "Bill's magic is the most chaotic I've ever seen. He needs an actual Demon to teach him how to control it. We're no help to him..."

Mabel stared at him for the longest while. Her eyes hardened with a serious gaze. "So, that's it? There's really nothing we can do for him?"

Dipper shrugged, beginning to feel an ache inside him. "Not any I can think of."

"Do you hate Bill?"

"Mabel, how can you ask that?" He shot back. "It's not my fault that the odds are against us."

"And it's not Bill's fault that he's born a reincarnation," She said.

"Mabel, I refuse to go on with this useless argument. We have to forget about the time we spent with Bill, for the sake of the universe."

Mabel regarded him in disbelief. "How can I forget all this..." On that cue, she opened up a door beside her.

Inside the door, it revealed a memory of the group watching television together. The image would flicker sometimes, changing memories to the times when the group were together and happy. Dipper tried to ignore that most of the memories included him, but it was hard to.

Frustrated, he closed the door shut. "We forgotten our goal," He said, seriously. "We were tasked on destroying Bill on sight, but we foolishly wasted our time."

"But, Stan made us promise not to hurt Bill--"

"Unless Bill was opposing a real threat," Dipper reminded. "Stan said that, but still kept quiet when he knew about Will's powers. I should've never listened to him. I...I should've disposed of Bill when I had the chance."

There was a cold astrosphere between the two. Mabel could only look at her brother. A prick of frustration and sadness was seen in her eyes, there was something about her expression, that made it seem like she didn't recognize her brother at that moment.

"Nothing changed," Mabel said, sorrowfully. "In both Bill's past and present life...you were never a good friend to him."

Dipper blinked. "What do you mean by that?"

Mabel glared. "I think you already know the answer."

Before Dipper could speak, Mabel turned on her heels, and walked the other way. At first, Dipper thought she was ditching him, but then he saw her lift up her hand and beckon at him to follow her.

"C'mon, we still have to find Kill."

Dipper followed nonchalantly. On the way, his mind was juggling a million thoughts. This was the right thing. It was obvious that Bill would be a dangerous threat once he had his powers. So, if he was right...why did he feel so guilty?

❇❇❇

Will finally managed to calm down.

He would always have flashbacks to his father, but seeing it play out in front of him, was almost too much to bear. It looked so real, like he was watching a homemade movie. That sounded wrong. Because, usually homemade movies showed the happier times, about families swimming in kiddy pools or going out for picnics. Nothing about that memory was happy.

Will walked down the hall, clutching his stomach, as he suddenly felt queasy. He really regretted coming along.

"Are you okay, Will?"

He spun around, then relaxed once he saw it was only Wendy. "In all honesty, I don't think I am," He admitted.

The redhead regarded him with a frown. Will noticed that her eyes looked more mistier than usual, and a little puffy. Had she been crying?

"Wendy, what's wrong?" Will asked.

Wendy breathed. "Will, I don't want to alarm you...but, when I was looking through the doors, I saw..." She didn't continue, but Will knew what she was going to say.

He didn't say anything, only bowing his head, and looking down at his feet. There was a pause, then Wendy embraced him.

"I'm sorry for snooping," She told him, softly.

"It's not your fault," Will sighed. "I should've listened to you, and waited outside."

Wendy rubbed gentle circles in his back, which Will found soothing. There was something sisterly or motherly about the way she comforted him, something he could only wished to have experienced in his own mother's arms.

There was a moment of silence, before Wendy spoke. "I want to let you know, that you and Bill are so strong to have managed to go through that."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better," Will said.

"I'm serious," Wendy said. "You know how little kids there are to have survived let alone escaped that kind of situation? The fact that you're still alive today, proves how much strength and bravery you have within you. A true warrior, is bigger than the things that effects him negatively."

Will smiled sadly. "Thanks, Wendy," He said. "But, it was Bill's idea to escape. Heck, he could've escaped sooner, if he hadn't been protecting me all his life. I always felt like dead weight to him...I wonder if he feels the same?"

Wendy pulled back, and looked him in the eyes. "Don't ever think like that, Will," She told him. "Bill sees you as his equal. He just doesn't know hoe to express it..."

"How do you know?" Will questioned.

Wendy hesitated, then patted the boy's head. "I just do."

Will wasn't sure about that answer, but by then, Wendy released him. She gave him a warm smile, her emerald eyes glinted. Will looked at her misty eyes, and asked hesitantly.

"Is that why you were crying? Because you saw the memories?"

Wendy continued to smile, unfazed. "Even the Spirit of the Forest has emotions. We Guardians are not that different from you mortals, remember."

"I guess so," Will agreed.

She nodded. "Good. So, just to change the mood, wanna go find some of Bill's embarrassing memories?"

"I'm going to stay here for a while," Will told her. "I still have a lot on my mind."

Wendy had a flash of worry in her gaze, but pushed it away. She nodded, then turned the other way, before walking. "OK, just don't wonder off," She told him, before making a turn and disappearing.

Once he was alone, Will continued to look through the doorways. He scanned through each one, without really paying attention to whether or not Kill was inside one. At this rate, he didn't think they'll be able to find him. Would it even make a difference if Will was here? He managed to defeat Kill once, but that was when he had a weapon. If he went up against the Red Demon, Kill will surely overpower him. Yet again, Will would be nothing but dead weight dragging his friends back.

Does Bill feel the same?, He questioned himself again.

As this thought entered his mind, something happened. There was a rumble in the floor, and all the doors began to move and switch sizes and shapes. Will was shocked, but quickly assumed that this was a normal occurance in the mindscape. However, he was given another shock, when a huge door formed before him. A door marked Will Memories.

Was this a sign? Through that door, Will might finally understand Bill's point of view towards him. But, would it be right? Prying in his brother's mind?

Dipper said to check every door, didn't he?, Will remembered.

Soon, temptation got the better of him. Despite not knowing the consequences, Will reached out and opened the door. The other side revealed another hallway, and Will could hear his name being echoed from several doors. He gulped softly, before slowly stepping inside.

Will darted his eyes across the doorways. Yet, he only opened the one closest to him. What it showed, was Wendy and Bill sitting on the porch of the shack, drinking soda. Will saw himself standing in front of the two. He remembered this, it was about a few days ago.

"Bill, I don't see why I can't go," Will complained.

Bill took a sip from his soda nonchalantly. "I don't see why you can't listen."

"It's laser tag," Will deadpanned. "It's not dangerous at all."

"You say that now, but then you suddenly get trampled over by a bunch of toddlers and man babies."

"But, how come you're bringing Wendy along?"

"Unlike you, she knows not to tear up whenever she sees flashing lights."

"I was eight at the time!"

"Will, I'm not arguing with you about this," Bill decided. "You'll have plenty of fun at home, do whatever, like...collect coins, or stamps, or lint--is collecting lint still a hobby for nerds?"

Will rolled his eyes, and stomped back into the shack. After the door slammed behind them, Wendy turned to Bill with a frown.

"I've been meaning to ask you this, but why are you always so overprotective of Will? Is it because of all the things that happened this summer?"

Bill looked at her sideways. "It goes much deeper than that, Red."

Wendy tilted her head. "Are you going to tell me?"

"It's kinda personal."

"That's cool, I was just curious," Wendy said. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."

Bill looked at her thoughtfully. Then, he slowly set down his soda, and looked at her seriously. "OK, I'm going to tell you this only once, so listen closely."

Wendy nodded.

Will leaned in, trying to hear what Bill was saying next. However, what he heard, made him rethink everything. As from Bill's own mouth, he said:

"He's weak, he's incompetent, and he can barely stand on his two feet. I don't know what to do with him."

Will's eyes widened, and jerked away from the door. The memory slammed shut, and Bill's hurtful words repeated themselves inside his head. They cut deep like a knife. How could he say that? How could he...?

Not knowing what else to do, Will ran the way he once came. Soon, he reached the end. But, once he exited the doorway, he bumped into a figure. It was revealed to be Wendy.

Wendy blinked at him, then placed her hands on his shoulders. "Will, I came back to check on you, where were you just now?"

Will stared at her. A hundred emotions burned in him, but anger was the most prominent.

"Don't touch me!" He yelled, pulling away from her.

Wendy stared at him. "Will, what's going on--"

"You lied to me!" Will shouted, tears beginning to form. "You said Bill sees me an equal, but how can I believe that, when I just saw him call me weak with my own eyes?"

There was a moment of confusion painted on Wendy's face, before it morphed into cold realization. "Will, before you jump into conclusions, please let me explain--"

"And to make matters worse, you hid all of this from me! You're supposed to be my friend, Wendy."

"I am your friend," She insisted, desperately. "I know what you saw, and you're taking it out of context."

Will glared through tears. "What context, exactly? Bill is exactly like Dad! They both think I'm pathetic..."

Wendy regarded him sorrowfully. She attempted to reach for him, but Will jerked away from her, and began to bolt in one direction.

"Will, wait!"

Will didn't listen, and kept running. Wendy's desperate voice began to fade away, as he distanced himself from her. Anything to escape the dark twisted halls, and his own trauma.

❇❇❇

"Still nothing?" Dipper questioned.

Stan turned to him, and sighed. "No..."

Dipper tried to hide his frustration, but it was already beginning to show, as his hands clenched into fists. Mabel turned to him. She was still mad at her brother, but she felt the need to calm him down.

"We'll find him," She reassured. "And hey, maybe the memories of Bill's past life don't even exist. Kill could be looking for nothing?"

"Mabel, I am the Guardian of the Mind," Dipper said. "I know the mindscape better than anyone, and I know those memories are here somewhere."

Mabel frowned, and didn't say anything more. There was a moment of silence, then they heard footsteps coming up behind them. They turned around sharply, but loosened up when they realize it was only Wendy.

"Wendy, where's Will?" Mabel asked.

"I don't know," She said, frowning. "He was right beside me, but I think he wondered off."

"Shouldn't we go look for him?" Stan pointed out.

"No, I'm sure he's fine," Wendy insisted. "Did any of you make any progress?"

Dipper sighed. "No."

"We've been searching for so long, and we found nothing," Stan huffed. "I really need to sit down..." With that, he sat down on a nearby sofa.

Dipper's eyes widened. "Was that sofa always there?"

Stan blinked, and looked at the furniture, as though only noticing it now. "What the...?"

Like a flash of lightening, Dipper remembered what Will had said. "Stan, move aside, I want to check something."

Stan arched a brow, but obliged. He sat up, and Dipper surged forward, before yanking the seat off the sofa. Immediately, a beam of golden light emitted out of nowhere. He blinked his eyes, to adjust to the light. After he did, he stared in awe, dropping the sofa seat in shock.

Without the seat, a golden hatch was revealed to be in the sofa. Dipper's throat went dry, as he looked at the demonic symbols embedded in the gold.

"This is it," He breathed. "This will lead us to Bill's memories."

Stan scrunched his brow. "If that's the case, we should destroy it."

"No!" Mabel chimed. "We don't know what will happen if we destroy it."

"Plus, this thing looks indestructible," Dipper pointed out, trailing a finger over the metal. "There's little we can do, especially without our powers."

"What do you suggest?" Wendy asked.

"Guard it," Dipper decided. "Kill might arrive sooner or later, so be ready for him. Meanwhile, I'm going to check if he's not already inside, so keep watch while I'm gone."

Everyone nodded in agreement. With that, Dipper gripped the edge of the hatch, and began to pull. It was so heavy, like it hadn't been open for a million years. For a moment, he hesitated. He didn't know what will happen if he opened it, he didn't know if it would amplify the chances of Bill reverting to his old self. Despite it all, Dipper felt an overwhelming urge. The urge to know what went through Bill's head that day, when he decided to betray him.