The smell of the trees greeted his nose with crisp freshness. He couldn't help smile, a nostalgia like feeling taking over him. He could still remember the first summer he had here when he was twelve. He smiled, feeling slightly stupid at how smitten he was when he met Wendy. He had always liked the way they had joked around with each other. He could still remember her saying, "It's like a crime scene in my mouth!" Earlier on the night before He had released the undead. He could still clearly recall the zombies he released at the party after Gideon had gone to jail, and he could still see his zombie gut splattered Grunkle Stan (I don't have to elaborate on why that image would be stuck in his skull for all eternity). He shuddered at those thoughts, remembering the zombie that had grabbed his arm. He had been inches from... Un-death? Either way, he never wanted that again. He cleared his mind, trying not to think of anything that monster, ghoul, vampire, zombie, werewolf, deadly, dangerous, or mermaid/merman anywhere in the title and/or description. He just wanted to relax, not have memories that could still pump adrenaline into his system put him on edge, he'd let a real monster do that.
Dipper pulled off his cap and brought a hand to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. He looked fondly at the cap in his hand, remembering the surprise, then skepticism, he had when his uncle had told him that he could pick one thing from the shack for free. He closed his eyes, slowly shaking his head. He opened them to take in the scenery, surprised that this part of the forest hadn't changed at all. If he was recalling correctly there should have been a boulder, or something of the like around here. He was starting to get a little tired from all the walking, though he wasn't sure if that was from the walking or if it was just emotions and junk.
Thankfully it didn't take to long to get to the rock, just a few minutes of nothing but trees, bushes, and the occasional "thing" for lack of a better word. He happily sat down, feeling the coolness seep into himself. He closed eyes, letting his mind wonder as the sun danced on his eyelids. Each summer he came, the more he wished he could stay here forever, especially when it was calm like this.
Dipper want consciously thinking it, but he knew it was the days like that he would always remember. He wondered what was happening in town right then. Things had gotten continuously weirder in town since the "Society of the Blind Eye" had been destroyed by them... Wow, it had been... Three years ago. Damn, it felt so much shorter, yet in some ways longer. He shrugged, thinking memories often did that, at least his did. He was pretty sure he had a somewhat photographic memory. He could remember so many all-nighters that most of his memories were dedicated to them. Although, if he had stayed up more than twenty four hours it all started to get blurry. He decided to just stop thinking, and try to go to sleep. He was thankfully a light sleeper, unless he had gone through one of the previously mentioned all-nighters, which came in handy in this part of the wooed, but he could get to sleep rather easily. He could feel sleepiness coming upon him at an unsettling rate, but he was too tired to care. He could have sworn he saw a flash of... Yellow?... Oran-?... Gold?
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"Hehe, wakey wakey, Pine Tree!" Shouted a voice, a very annoying one at that. Wait, annoying voice, called him pine tree, and this happened right after... He went to sleep. Oh, come on! He did not want to deal with Bill of all people right now. Or ever, as a matter of fact. Dipper opened his eyes to see... One of the weirdest sights he had ever seen in his life. The dream demon had given himself a human form. Not only that, but he looked... exhausted? Well, something like that. He had bags under his eyes, his mouth was in a close lipped sneer of... The only word he could pin to it was annoyance, and he was an all around mess. Messy hair, wrinkled clothes, a few bottoms out of place on his button down white shirt, and he didn't even want to know what was on the shirt.
"Look, Pine Tree," he started as he levitated closer to me. He had a look on his face that just screamed he was desperate. "Look I'll do anything you want if you take a little animal off of my hands. And it's not inherently poisonous, a bonus!"
Bill... An almighty demon, wanted Dipper to make a deal with him? Well, for once he'd have the upper hand! He could get anything information, super natural knowledge, riches! Wait, Bill, an almighty demon, was apparently exhausted from taking care of the creature he wanted to trade off to Dipper. An immortal, was begging to get off of his hands off whatever it was he was trying to give him. That spelled Apocalypse with a capital A.
"No way in hell, Cipher," Dipper said, a small smile appearing on his face. The look of pure anguish on his face could have easily been equal to the joy of having infinite knowledge. Bill looked like someone had killed his puppy on Christmas morning. Well, if he actually cared what happened to a dog or could care what happened to a dog.
"Please! I am begging you!" Bill half shouted half sobbed. He floated down onto the ground, kneeling. "Just take it! I will do literally anything to get this thing away from me! I-I'll never bother you again! I'll eat acid! I'll song that stupid lamb-y song you sang when you were five! I'll do all of that plus the knowledge!"
Dipper was at a simple loss for words. What in the name of all that's holy, could have Bill in such a bind to offer all of these things. Dipper tried thinking of something that could bring the demon, for unknown reasons in human form, to offering him all of this? Oh, he wanted to kiss it whatever it was. Finally, karma came at full throttle pin the demon. Universe you are a cruel, but hilarious mistress! Dipper still had to wonder.
"What could be so bad as to drive you to... This?"
Bill looked up at Dipper a mad look in his eyes, more so than normal. Bill bit his lip, almost as if he was nervous. His eyes darted all around, almost as if checking for something. Which didn't make sense to Dipper, they were in the freaking Mind Scape! After what felt like forever to Dipper, Bill finally snapped his fingers. A blue flange consumed his hand, slowly rising above his hand and just floated. Dipper's eyes grew wide as it began to take shape. He could see a small body before the flames died. Dipper looked at what Bill had just caught as out had begun to fall. There was no way in hell that what Dipper was seeing was real.
"You... Cloned a human baby?" Dipper asked the disbelief very prominent in his voice.
"What?!" Bill started, almost sounding... Offended was the best word Dipper could describe it. "No! It's... My child."
"I'm sorry," Dipper had to have heard that wrong. "What?!"
"It's my 'heir' so to speak. Each thousand years, give or take a few hundred, a demon has to 'mate' with a human."
"You mean-"
"Hey! I don't like either! Any way! Each time I've been forced to mate thus far it has only been miscarriages, the woman taking the kid, both dying, or just not getting her pregnant."
"I have a feeling that a 'but' is about to come up."
"This time was different. The woman died, but somehow the baby survived. You people would call it a blessing, but I call this one of the worst deals I've ever made! Now, I'm stuck with this little demonic meat bag! How do your people find these things cute?! They're nightmares and hell incarnate! But in the bad way!"
This was the best day of Dipper's life. This was too perfect to be real. 'Karma, you fricking rock!' Was all that Dipper could think of as he watched Bill struggle to keep the baby still. All in all, it was a pretty cute baby. Dipper still couldn't believe that it came from Bill. It was so... Human. He guessed it took after its mother. Wait a second.
"Is it a he or she?"
"Uh?"
