--Ford's POV-- 

We managed to make a memory gun without Maxwell interfering. Ghost says it's cause he lined the basement in salsa, but it may also be because he's talking to Mabel about killing her enemies for her. (She keeps refusing) When it was done, Ghost literally picked it up and shouted 'SCIENCE!' set it to 'ages 0-5' and shot himself in the face with it.

"WOAH WHY'D YOU DO THAT?!" Dipper asked, freaking out, "Now you don't remember your childhood!"

"Eh, I didn't remember anything from my childhood anyways. The first day I remember is the day I met Toast. I just thought, 'if it removes the memories you do know, will it return the memories you don't know?' so... It was worth a shot." He paused, "pun not necessarily intended." The tube still filled up, though, as if it did pull memories from his head, he ignored it overall. "And now I have a headache. Is that a usual after-effect?"

"No, not really..." I said, taking the gun back, "do you even know how this works?"

"It deletes memories?" Ghost suggested, shrugging. "I can't read, so... I just put the things where to told me to put them."

"You... Can't read?" I asked, kind of confused as I took the tube out of the memory gun.

"Nope. Never learned how. I can write, though. It's honestly kind of strange." He seemed pretty neutral about the whole thing, "why are you refilling the gun?"

"It... Seems to have gotten one or two memories somehow..." Dipper told him cautiously. Ghost just paused. We stood there for a few awkward seconds before Ghost shrugged it off.

"Eh... I can... 'Watch it'? when we get back. I want to get that thing out of my partner's head first. So how do we go about doing this?"

"Well... We have to find Toast and use the memory gun on him. Bill will burn in his mind." Dipper said.

"Okay. Let's burn a demon!" He smiled.

--Wendy's POV--

WE RAN THE GUY OVER THREE TIMES.

THREE TIMES.

HE KEEPS DISSAPEARING!

HOW DOES THAT WORK!?

EVERY TIME WE THINK HE'S DEAD, HE APPEARS SOMEWHERE ELSE IN TOWN! (Once in the woods...)

DIPPER YOU'D BETTER HURRY, HE'S GOT AN AX!

--Johnny G's POV--

This time, Mr. Ford drove the golf cart, so we didn't kill anything or run into any buildings (We left Mabel at the Shack because Maxwell insisted). We rolled in just in time to see a car run over Toast/Bill.

"So... He's still Bill?" I asked when we pulled close enough to talk to them.

"Yeah, and he stuck an ax in the tire..." The Gingarian said from the front seat, "It's your friend being possessed, how does he keep disappearing?"

"We can come back from the dead. It's literally no big deal where were from, but when we do it we appear somewhere else than where we were. It's strange, but logic." I explained.

"Wendy, do you want to come with us?" Dipper asked, smiling.

"No, sorry. I need to get my car to a mechanic before my dad finds out. Plus, Rob's freaking out." I looked to the seat next to her to see an emo teen guy who looked slightly familiar. He was mumbling about seeing me and Toast before, and mentioning cardboard? I don't know... I kinda want to kill him, but that's a weird urge to have, so I just figured it was an after effect to having my best/only friend possessed by the Illuminati.

I shrugged, "Okay, cya later, Gingarian. Floor it!"

"Why do you keep calling her that?" Dipper asked me as we pulled away.

"I don't know her name, and that's what she is." I shrugged. "I think I see him! Get out the thing and put in the thing!!"

"... You mean the memory gun?"

"YES!"

Mr. Ford handed the memory gun to Dipper and he began putting some letters in. We stopped in front of Bill. Everything about him looked like how Toast usually did, except for his eyes. They were still bright yellow.

"What on Earth are you putting in... That looks like his name..." I mumbled, looking at the device.

"It is..." Dipper said.

My eyes widened, "Wait you're going to make him forget who he is!?"

"... Yes?" He answered.

"What the- NO! You can't do that! Give that to me!" I grabbing for Dipper.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Dipper said, keeping a firm grip on the memory gun, "WE NEED TO DO THIS TO GET RID OF BILL!"

"I DON'T CARE! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE! GIVE IT TO ME!" I said, lunging again, only to be held back by Mr. Ford "PLEASE!"

"I HAD TO THIS TO MY BROTHER, WE'RE GOING TO DO THIS TO TOAST." I could tell I was beginning to cry.

"Please, please, PLEASE, NO!" By now Bill was just watching, walking away backward.

"DIPPER SHOOT HIM!"

"NO!" I slapped the gun from his hands, Bill made a break for it, and Dipper grabbed the gun and ran after him. I leaped up and followed. We got separated in the middle of the woods, I kept looking, though. "TOAST?! DIPPER?!" I shouted, looking around. "Well, that escalated quickly..."

I thought I saw some things moving behind some trees. "Toast? Dipper?... Gnomes?" I asked as I looked through. It was just Toast/Bill. I just stared. What's the right thing to do after you save a demon's life because he's inhabiting your best friend, even though its your job to kill them? 

"Hiya! Thanks for saving my life, Hoodie! I'll totally repay you during Weirdmaggedion." He said, laughing. 

"I wasn't saving your life, I was keeping Toast from forgetting everything. You'd know this if you had a soul. Get out of him!" He made a face, "please?"

"Mmm, No. You know, I think I'll give you a Casket instead."

"What? Are you going to kill me? I'll come back from the dead, you know." I said, crossing my arms. "So ha!"

"There's no explaining this, so here you go." He snapped his fingers. I suddenly felt like I wasn't alone in my mind.

"I... What did you do to me?" I felt a smile creep up on my face while my sanity began to plummet, "I... stabstabstab... DID I JUST SAY THAT..." I covered my mouth with my hands, "nonononono, WHAT DID YOU DO?! I- I'm gonna stab? NO!"

"I just put someone back." He smiled. "Be careful, he's gone crazier than usual."

I fell on my knees, still covering my mouth to try to block the psychopathic laughter escaping my mouth, "nonononono, AHAHA, NO! HELP! NO! STABB STAB! STOP! WHO ARE YOU!? I'M JIMMY CASKET! NICE TO MEETCHA! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! STABSTABSTABSTABSTABSTAB! AHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAAAA! Help me... Help..." I felt myself pass out. What did he put in my head?!

--Casket's POV--

"AHAHAHAHHAHAHA! FINALLY! IT WAS SO BOOORRRING IN THAT CAGE OF YOURS, YOU EVIL DORITO!" I studied him a bit, "both my least favorite people together in one bodyyy! I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. Will Ghostie Ghost lemme kill you?" I pulled Knifey from my pocket and lunged at him, aiming for his throat, but he sidestepped. "AHAHAHAHHAH! Hold still! Lemme just STABSTABSTAB YOUUUUU!" I jumped at him again, "Thanks for the teethy teeth, though! They fuuunnn until I went and STABSTABSTABED THEM ALL AHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!" He rose his hands and then forgot he was inhabiting someone with no magical abilities, what so ever. I ran forward and stabbed him the stomach. "STABSTABSTAB! STABSTABSTABBING! AHAHHAHHA! DIE! DIE! DIE! HAHA!" I watched Toast/Bill disappear. "AW That's no FUUUUN! WHATS THE POINT OF KILLING IF NO ONE STAYS DEAD!?" I looked around the clearing, playing with Knifey. "I seem to remember a certain annoying kiddo in the woods with Ghostie... AHAHAHA HE SOUNDS LIKE FUN!" I ran into the woods, laughing as I did. Time to find me a constellation!