A/N: Alright, sorry this took forever! Thank you guys so much for supporting this, appreciate it v. v. much! I'll probably post ever 1-2 weeks, but I have another project going on too, so don't think I'm dead if I don't meet that deadline! I'll at least try to manage a drabble. Anyway, second chapter. A lot funnier than the last one, so please know I didn't lie when I labeled this as a comedy! So, please enjoy chapter 2!
Bill's maniacal cackling resumed and resounded through the vicinity. Mabel couldn't believe it. After all he'd done, all he'd said, every lie, and every person he'd hurt, Mabel had just made a deal with Bill Cipher. She'd struck a deal with the devil. Mabel gulped, and she was shaking. Chills ran down her spine like they were racing in a marathon, and pictures of Weirdmaggeddon and Mabeland were omnipresent in every place in her mind.
What now? What's gonna happen? Anxious thoughts flowed in like a flood. And that flood broke every dam holding her together. She dropped to the floor on her knees, not saying or doing. Bill Cipher's laughing ceased and its echo faded. He began to levitate and spun around her.
"Wow, this was so easy! Next time, I should try to destroy people's dimension and nearly kill their brother before I make deals with them!" He exclaimed.
Mabel suddenly snapped. "You're not going to win! I've won every time I fought you, and if you try to hurt anybody, then you'll have to face me!" Bill stepped closer to Mabel. She was looking at the ground when Bill placed his thin black hand directly under her chin and forced her to look into his beastly eye.
"Shooting star," he whispered with malice, "You should just give up already. Because I own your soul." A sadistic satisfaction could be sensed from the tones in his voice and it terrified Mabel, making her glad he didn't have a mouth. Right now, it surely would've had the most awful, toothy, evil grin. A moment stretched of Bill enjoying his terrible power over the poor girl, and Mabel's terror exponentially rising. "Well, what are we waiting for kid? Your family to come and help you? Ha, that's not happening!" Bill excitedly proclaimed. He began to float again and turned a translucent blue, Mabel looking up in awe as tears poured like rivers down her face. Suddenly, the grays and blues of the alien forest exploded into stars and darkness, and then that too bursting into neon lights and images of random items meshing as one.
It was turbulent and still, both dark and light, and it was a place where one could be right side up and upside down at once. The sounds forced together had a bizarre musical quality, and the chaotic, discordant notes strung together into a song. The skin of the universe had revealed its colors to the two beings, and for a moment, both felt like only pure energy. Time is dead and meaning has no meaning. Mabel tucked her face inside her sweater and placed her hands over her ears, but she wasn't really able to tell if they were still there at all. I want to come home! She thought, no matter how futile it seemed. The phases of the universe coming together had no pity for her cries.
And then, the blending of time and space ceased. It was sudden, and only darkness and nothing remained for a millisecond. Mabel felt herself land on solid ground, still shivering and shaking. Meanwhile, Bill's yellow color returned to him and he sank gracefully to the surface.
"Kid, you better take a look around! Everything you could ever fear, everything you could ever hate, it's all here!" He gave Mabel an icy stare.
"I want to go home," she said softly. Bill groaned.
"Look, you happened to make a pact with an evil dream demon, which isn't my problem." He shrugged. Mabel took a deep breath and stood up.
You can do this Mabel. Bill rolled his one eye.
"Oh, geez! Finally, you stop whining! Now come on and follow me into the land of everything you're afraid of!" She opened her shut eyes, and everything astonished her.
The sky was stuck in an eternal state of midnight, and the groaning of monsters could be heard. Occasional violet flames stuck out of ruined buildings, and Mabel swore she saw a dragon in the distance. Buildings of every shape and size littered the cityscape, and monsters were its citizens. Terrifying, huge, ugly monsters. Mabel, though, still believed Bill was the worst out of all the creatures.
"I know, pretty great place, right?" Bill rhetorically asked. Mabel took a step backward, gulped, and then stepped forward again. She couldn't give up. If she did, her deal would be for nothing. "Are you really still afraid of being with a complete monster? You should just get rid of those stupid human feelings, just like I did. Makes life a lot easier, let me tell you."
Bill was annoyed with her demonstrations of human fear. He found it annoying when people were in terrible situations but refused to give up and resisted. Humans were terrible, and their only purpose according to Bill was to manipulate and control. But he didn't know that humans couldn't just decide to get rid of what they felt one day when it became too much to handle. They didn't work like energy beings.
"Well, I'm human whether you like it or not, you isosceles monster!" Retorted Mabel. Bill turned upside down and floated in her face.
"Oh, okay, fine. You're gonna pretend like you're a prisoner. I guess I'll have to play along. Oh! I'm Bill Cipher, nightmare demon! For fun, I like possessing children and murdering everyone you care about. How's that? That gonna work for your little game, Shooting Star?" Cipher began to laugh again, but only for a short period of time, much to Mabel's relief. Mabel frowned at him.
"You really are a monster, huh?"
"Sure I am," Bill exclaimed. "So glad you finally noticed." He turned his back to her and began to float forward.
Mabel considered running from him, running from their deal, but she knew he'd find her. When Bill wanted something, like whatever he wanted out of this deal, he'd do anything to get it. And Mabel knew there was nothing more dangerous than a determined maniac. So, she followed behind the demon, crossing her arms in fear and anxiously looking around. And so they continued in silence, both feeling seething rage for one and other. Mabel, for all the things he'd done to hurt her and her family. Bill, for dismantling his plans that would finally allow him to take over the fourth dimension (including time, of course). After a few minutes of furious silence, Bill spoke.
"And no, we can't just teleport to where we're going. Good old Xolotl decided to limit my powers. 'You can only teleport to the Nightmare Realm, Bill, but you can't teleport in it!' That idiot thinks it's fun to mess with me!" His eye turned red and he clenched his fist. Mabel didn't respond. Bill didn't care, though. He was equally tempted to give her the silent treatment. As the two enemies continued along, Mabel noticed how the streets had cracks running through them, and the buildings were getting closer. They were going into the city.
After another few minutes, the two could definitely sense that they were inside the terrifying town. Monsters crawled from every street corner, and everything was in a strangely violet tone. The streets were littered with magical items, and all that was around was ruined. The structures loomed tall against the nighttime backdrop, as beasts shrieked in the eerie dark lit only by neon lights. Any creature that saw Bill Cipher with their horrendous eye cowered or laughed.
Mabel looked so different, with her bright magenta sweater and youth, in this place of darkness and sadness. Especially next to someone as terribly evil like Bill Cipher. But Mabel couldn't help noticing that the Nightmare Realm had a certain beautiful aspect to it, and she tried to hold onto that thought. Mabel was always one to find beauty and good in everything. It was what gave her happiness in life, besides chasing crushes and solving mysteries with Dipper. She smiled a little, knowing that there was some good in this place.
But for some reason, she felt like someone was watching her, and she didn't think it was Bill. Suddenly, she heard a voice.
"Is that Mabel?" No, two voices.
"Dude! I think that is Mabel! Totally tubular!" Where had she heard those voices?
"Hello?" She whispered. Then, a hand settled on her shoulder, and she turned around slowly. She gasped. "Xyler?! Craz?! You guys are here? How..." Bill turned around and his eye turned an even deeper red.
"Woah," said Xyler, "It's the tortilla chip demon that tried to kill us multiple times!"
"That's so rad!" Gushed Craz.
"I know!" Responded Xyler. Mabel hugged both the radical young men.
"How many times are you gonna come back! I can't believe you two are here!" Mabel was ecstatic.
Bill's entire body was red now. "Are you kidding me?! These complete idiots are back?! How many times am I going to have to kill you?"
"Woah, buddy," said Xyler, "Maybe you could just, like, chill. We could all be bros!" Bill's eye involuntarily twitched.
"Yeah sure. Have fun with that in the afterlife!"
"Bill, wait!" Yelled Mabel.
The demon tried to fire a blast at the two of them, but nothing happened, and nothing came out of his outstretched hand. "Aaagh! Come on! Why did he have to take all of my powers!"
And that's when Mabel realized something. Something imperative. Whatever Bill wanted was inside her, and outside of the Statue Realm, he had no powers to hurt her with. Bill was obviously going to betray her later, but until then, she could do whatever, and he couldn't harm her. She could break their deal, if he didn't give into her demands. And she was going to keep Xyler and Craz around, no matter how much it annoyed Bill.
"Hey, Bill, guess what? We have traveling companions! And they are totally radical!"
"Aaagh! No! No! No!" Bill screeched.
"Hmm," Mabel responded. "But you don't have any powers to destroy them with! Which means we keep them!" Her smile beamed. Bill was smart, and he knew it was futile to try to destroy them.
"Fine! But I can still obliterate any of you at any given time!" Bill hated this more than he hated Ford, which really said something.
Mabel high-fived Xyler and Craz.
"Wow, that tortilla chip sure has anger issues!" Exclaimed Craz.
"Eh, don't worry about it. He is afraid of salsa, though!" Mabel cheekily grinned. Bill had turned his back and was still leading them.
"I am not a tortilla chip, you moronic mortals!" Bill hated everything right now, and knew that he was going to continue hating every minute of his life from this day forward.
"Yeah, you're not a tortilla chip!" Mabel was being very audacious, but she figured that it couldn't hurt. She figured that if the Xolotl took most of his powers, he'd probably never get them back. Not at this rate. "You're an angry tortilla chip!" Mabel laughed.
"It's so adorable how he gets mad!" Xyler said.
"I have destroyed countless dimensions," muttered Bill. Mabel, Xyler and Craz kept cracking jokes, and Mabel almost forgot she was in the Nightmare Realm. There's a reason it's called the Nightmare Realm, thought Cipher. That's probably the only reason why they're here. Dealing with Xyler, Craz, and Mabel of all people on Earth made him loathe the Xolotl for taking most of his powers. And he'd probably never get them back. He could conjure whatever in the Statue Realm, but here in the Nightmare Realm, Bill Cipher, god of chaos, was as weak as the humans he toyed with. He was down to their level.
And that's when Bill had his own epiphany. If he was more like a human then a demon now, why not play along? Convince Mabel that his lack of power had made him kind and sensitive, and she'd never sense that he'd betray her. Maybe, he thought, it would even convince the Xolotl. The Xolotl would see how Bill had become good, and give him all his powers back! The plan was supposedly flawless, but Bill preferred to phrase it as genius.
He still wondered though, why the Xolotl had took most of his powers, but oddly specific ones. After all, Bill could teleport to the Nightmare Realm, but not in it, and he could only create in the Statue Realm. It was odd, but Cipher didn't fret. He was going to get exactly what he wanted.
Mabel interrupted Bill's depraved plotting.
"Hey, Tortilla Chip, where are we going?"
"I hope that there's synth pop there!" Screeched Craz. If Bill had lungs, he would've sighed.
"There will be no synth pop there, you idiots. You'll see where we're going." After two minutes of traveling, conversation resumed.
"Are we there yet?" Nagged Xyler.
"If you don't shut up, I'll destroy everything you care about." Retorted Bill. He may have decided to be nice, but it would take awhile for him to turn good, right?