Dipper sat with his head leaning against the wall. His eyes itched from the salty dried tears that clung to their edges. He was sitting in his old attic bedroom that he and his sister had called home for the last summer. And for the foreseeable future, seeing as how they were starting at Gravity Falls high in a few weeks. It was dark, but Dipper didn't notice. He could feel the music pulsating from below him more than he could hear it. He sighed. Another one of his sister's stupid parties. He loved his sister more than anything else, but she had quite a bad party addiction. It seemed like everyone in the town had shown up tonight. Everyone except himself and the one person he really wanted to see. Feeling tears prick at his eyes again, he forced them shut and leaned back against the wall, slipping into blackness.
-0-0-0-
"Pine Tree?"
Dipper blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the bright light. He gasped and took a step back. He saw Bill, or, what he thought was Bill huddled on the floor. He wasn't the triangle Dipper was used to. He was a human, with golden and black hair atop a tan face with golden freckles. His hair swept over one eye and he was wearing a light golden wrap that hung around his broad shoulders. It draped to his torso, where Dipper could just make out a few scars before his wandering eyes were stopped by a pair of loose pants that matched his shirt.
But something was wrong. Dipper could feel it in the air. He could hear it in Bills voice and see it in the one visible eye. Then he noticed them. Fine blue chains that ran from somewhere in the distance to around Bills ankles, wrists, and throat. Bill was being held prisoner. Dipper was t sure why he felt sorry for the demon, but he did. He took a brave step forward.
"Bill? What happened to you? Why are you here? Why are you in my mind again!?" He yelled, concern melting into anger. That was just it. Bill was playing another stupid game. Dipper felt like he was going to kick the dream god right in his face, but stopped short. He heard something, a small tinkling sound. It was getting closer. Bill let out a sob and curled into a ball as the blue chains began to vibrate. Dipper took a step forward, but was blown back as Bill screamed in agony, a thousand tiny sparks flying around his body, making him glow an ethereal blue. The zapping went on for a few more seconds before stopping suddenly. The chains fell, lifeless once more, but Bill continued to shake. Lightning patterned scars were zig zagging across his back, arms, and legs. Dippers heart clenched. He kneeled next the the shuddering mass and flipped him so they could look eye to eye.
"Bill what happened?" He asked, the concern he had felt earlier returning in full force. Bill just looked at him through a watery eye and shook his head. "Bill" said Dipper, more forcefully, grabbing him by the shoulder. "What is happening?"
"W-When I was erased from your uncle's mind, I wasn't killed. I-I was sent back here. My home dimension. The ones who made me take over your world, they knew I had failed. I've been locked up in here for months. Every time I get shocked, it's a little bit stronger from the last time" he explained shakily. He suddenly lunged at Dipper, grabbing his shoulders. "Please Pine Tree! I can't be locked up in here for all of eternity! I'm sorry! Please help me-" he cried as the collar around his throat tightened. Bill gasped and started convulsing, bloodshot eyes rolling back into his head. His face started to take on a blue hue.
"Stop!" Shouted Dipper, jumping for Bill, trying to pry away the collar. The moment his hands made contact with it, it blew apart into fine particles of blue dust. Bill gasped for air, rolling onto his side, coughing and spluttering. Alarms blared from far off.
"Bill what's happening!?" Cried Dipper, panicking. Bill shakily raised a hand and muttered a few words, blue flames erupting from his palm and engulfing the both of them in a world of blue.
-0-0-0-
Dipper gasped and sat up, sweat covering his face. The room was completely dark, and he let out a sigh. A dream. It had all been a dream. Or, that's what he thought until he heard a ragged breathing in the room next to him. He stood quickly and felt around the walls for a switch. When he finally turned the lights on, it took all he had in him to not scream. Bill, the bill from his dream, was sprawled on the ground next to him. Blood poured from wounds on his back and his arms, and was trickling out his mouth. For a moment Dipper feared he was dead, but he could still hear the breathing, and though it was inconsistent, it was there. He glanced at a clock. It was only 8:30. There was no chance of someone disturbing him for a few more hours, even his sister. He sighed again and felt his pulse return to normal. Then he remembered the god that was bleeding out all over his floor. He ran to his bathroom and returned with a first aid kit. He carefully bandaged the smaller wounds, cleaning the larger ones before wrapping them up as well. Bills eye fluttered open just as Dipper finished cleaning a large cut on his back. He flailed about, throwing Dipper off of him and against a wall. He stood, blue flames licking up his arms and legs.
"P-Pine Tree!?" He sputtered, all anger (and flames) leaving him. Dipper groaned and arched his back, a little bit of blood falling from his hair down his cheek. Bill was in front of him in a flash, picking him up with little difficulty, even though they were the same size. "Oh no, are you okay?" He asked hastily, wiping at the blood with a shaking hand. Dipper brushed him off and shoved him slightly away. He crouched in front of the first aid kit and pulled out a cotton swab, missing his cut by a few inches.
"H-here, let me" said Bill tentatively, grabbing the cotton swab and gently cleaning the cut. And Dipper let him.
A/N: New story! I posted a different GF fic a while back, but really hated it. And I'm much happier with this one. Please favorite, follow, or review! Thanks so much guys!