The demon wouldn't leave him alone. It wasn't a big deal at first. Just little whispers at first. Nothing to bothersome. That, he could ignore. But, you can't ignore voices in your head.
"Hey glasses, I know you can hear me!" Just ignore it.
"Come on, you can't ignore me! I'm literally in your head!" His head was starting to hurt, but he knew he shouldn't draw attention to it. Then the demon would know that he was getting to him.
"Glasses! You better not ignore me! Besides, you can't keep this up for much longer!" He was right. He wasn't going to admit it, but that stupid demon was right.
"Well, since I'm the one doing that talking here, I guess I'll tell you what I want." Oh God, what the hell did Bill want...?
"I would like to make a deal. What, you might ask? Well that's easy. I'll leave your family alone, and in return, you let me use you as, well, a puppet!"
"Never," he said. Like hell he would let that fucking demon use him.
"Aww, don't be like that glasses! Besides, you don't have a choice."
What did that mea-
Oh God, his head hurt. He felt something running down his face. His nose was bleeding.
"I'm not going to let you do this, Bill," he said.
"Ah well, you'll come around eventually!"
The demon had left, for now. He'd be back soon. But what did he mean by, I'll leave your family alone? He couldn't think right now, his head still hurt from his conversation with Bill. The blood was still running down his face. It had started to pool on the desk. Quickly, he tried to wipe it up. Easier said than done, since it had half dried. He'd have to go upstairs, where Stanly and the others were, since there was no bathroom down in the basement. Something he regretted not putting in. He had no choice.
"Damnit" he cursed to himself. There really was no other way. He'd have to come up with some excuse. He tried to come up with one as he trudged up the basement stairs. He pushed open the vending machine door, and gained a stare from Stanly and-
Dipper. Uh-Oh.
Stanly was easy to convince, but Dipper would be harder to lie to.
"Uh, are you ok, Pointdexter?" His brother asked him. He actually seemed concerned for him.
"Yeah, I just wasn't looking where I was going, and I ran into the vending machine on the way up."
It was a terrible lie, but it seems that Stanly fell for it, since he went back to counting the money in the cash register. Dipper however, seemed skeptical, but soon went back to reading the second journal, that he let Dipper borrow.
Thank goodness.
First, he went to the bathroom, and cleaned the blood off of his face. His head still hurt, but now it had gone down to barely tolerable. He then went to the kitchen to grab some paper towels to clean off the desk. He completed the task, and then went to grab Journal 3. He flipped to the Bill Cipher page. There had to be something on weaknesses. Right? Wrong. There was nothing on the dream demons weaknesses.
"Damnit. This isn't good."
"Great Uncle Ford," a voice shouted from the top of the stairs. It was Dipper. He quickly shut the journal, just as the boy walked through the door.
"Yes, Dipper?"
"Stan wanted you to come up for dinner. He's kinda worried about you."
"Oh. Um, no thanks. Tell him I'll be up later."
"Uh, are you sure? I mean, it's probably not good for you to stay down here all the ti-"
"I'm fine Dipper," he shouted. Oh God, the look on the boy's face. He hadn't meant to do that. He didn't normally lash out like this. What was Cipher doing to his head.
"Oh. Ok. Sorry to bother you..."
He wished he could apologize, but his voice wouldn't let him. He needed to get that demon out of his head, before he hurt anyone. Verbally or physically.