"What, do you expect us to know that? We haven't been here for even ten hours, and besides, unlike you we don't have a mystical book that tells all."
Prez crossed her arms, immediately getting defensive. Before she had kids she would've pegged the blame on Girlie and explained how she was unconscious when Bill was summoned, but she chose to share the responsibility. It was her fault Gideon was dead anyway.
Oh, God. It was. She'd killed someone. The color drained from her face and she felt sick, but she took a deep breath and calmed down. She had to be strong.
She was surprised Dipper and Mabel hadn't run to the police . . . yet, anyway. Not that she wasn't grateful of course.
"What happened last time?" Prez finally asked.
"Gideon summoned him. He invaded Grunkle Stan's mind to find the combination of the safe that held the deed to the Shack. He almost killed us but we wound up beating him." The twins replied in alternating speech.
"So maybe he was just on the job?"
Both the twins were silent for a little while before Dipper responded, "I guess that's a possibility, but I doubt it."
"I'm going to keep an open mind then."
Unlike her sister, Prez was trusting to the point of almost being naive. She tended to find good in anybody and latch onto it like a lifeline, letting it cloud out the bad. That was how she'd wound up getting pregnant twice through a criminal.
Girlie stared at her like she was crazy. Prez mutely shook her head.
"I'm going to go through with this. It's worth a shot. I have no idea how to hide a body myself. Heck, I don't even know how to hide a book without someone getting into it."
Dipper and Mabel were silent until Dipper finally spoke. "Okay, it's your funeral."
Bill had gotten to the older one, as he expected to. The younger one . . . she might be a bit of a problem. He'd known she had trust issues, but he didn't expect it to hinder him.
That was the thing. He knew every future except his own. He had no idea how this would end up. And it bothered him.
Well, he was going to have to get Girlie to trust him. But how would he go about doing it?
He knew that Prez - or, as he called her, Ghost - wasn't going to be a problem. That girl was like a puppy dog. You'd think she'd learn after having four daughters, but no.
He was getting attached to her blind trust. It was endearing.
He knew what he wanted from her. Having her help him with his little plan would be perfect. But honestly . . . he liked the teen. And he knew her future, and how if he didn't intervene it was bound to be terrible.
But she would be meeting the guy that would ruin it all for her within the month. She'd be meeting her future abusive husband.
What was an insane mind demon to do?
After about thirty seconds, he made up his mind.
He'd have to get the trust of her little sister first though, and that would be far from easy. It would also be kind of hard to get Ghost to agree to the return favor if he was a floating triangle too.
Bill concentrated, and there was a flash of blinding light. He grabbed a random mirror and stared at his reflection.
He was now a boy, maybe sixteen, with blonde hair. He did have two eyes - one had a yellow iris, but the other was decidedly creepy - all black with a red iris. He covered the red and black one with a black eye patch. He wore a crisp yellow suit, top hat and bow tie still in place.
This might actually work.