Well well well... Look who's back for more!
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Anyway, sorry if this next chapter is too short for you cubes! I Just wanted tin hurry and share it with you wonderful people. :P
"What would be your least favorite way to die?" Bill asks, tapping his fingers against Dipper's shoulder idly. Dipper says nothing, face buried in his hands. Bill rolls his eye, and pokes at him, but Dipper slaps his hand away and continues sulking.
This was the single worst idea he'd ever had. He tried to get a fake familiar, and unfortunately, he succeeded beyond what should have been possible.
He's got a real familiar. And now, according to Bill, they're stuck together. For always.
Because, joy of joys, Bill is apparently immortal, so Dipper's never, ever going to get a different familiar. The first one to die in this partnership is going to be him. Even more worrying, Dipper's not entirely certain Bill's not going to take the initiative and off him, just so he can leave the earthly plane sooner. The demon - he's a fucking demon, how did this happen - seems slightly irritated with this realm of existence. Who would have thought his magic was most closely related to demonic power? Because Dipper sure as hell didn't, and now look at the consequences.
It would be so terrible of this wasn't breaking every single law about summoning demons that Dipper knows about, and probably half a dozen others he doesn't.
Don't. Summon. Demons. That's a fact. Like 'don't try to breath underwater,' or maybe 'don't try to drink lava.' Except... summoning a demon is different from what Dipper just did.
Bill's not wondering around freely. He's not contained by a circle that he might be able to break. Dipper has a demon who's his fucking familiar. Bill just stole -or, thinking about it, maybe Dipper stole-? Anyway. One of them just robbed the other of a huge chunk of their life force, and who knows how that'll change things. He's never even heard of this happening.
No wonder he'd never been able to contact with anything else. He has a better connection to immaterial - according to Bill, again, who was incredibly annoying during the explanation - instead of physical energies. Apparently, as far as this asshole has said, a regular familiar would never have worked for him.
Dipper accepts this, reluctantly. It's not like he hadn't tried a lot of connections with creatures in the past, so Bill's at least somewhat truthful.
He doesn't trust this creature, but they're connected now. It's... tentative, but he feels the vaguest link between them, and that's something he's never had before. Whatever he did when he summoned this... thing, it worked. There's this weird, gentle buzzing feeling in his chest, just beside or maybe even inside his heart, and when he tries to draw his own magic. Well..
Trying to light a candle nearly set the room on fire - blue fire, at that, which would have been startling enough, even if the flames hadn't nearly consumed half the freaking room. Dipper nearly panicked before he stopped concentrating, and the flames faded. It's like every spell he tires to do gets shoved rudely forward. There's far too much power for him to handle behind even the simplest conjuration.
Bill thought it was hilarious, and nearly laughed himself sick.
Dipper hates him already.
All of this is difficult to cope with, but at least he's not dead. Which is good. Terrifying, but good, considering he hasn't burned himself for the inside out by the additional power flaring inside him. He never thought he'd envy someone with a regular familiar. Animals' lifespans are so short, and losing something that's tied to part of your soul is, according to everyone, extremely painful. But it's only been a couple of hours since he met Bill, and he already regrets everything.
He shoved the demon's hand away again as he gets poked, and it's promptly ignored.
"C'mon, entertain me," Bill says, wrapping his arm around Dipper's shoulders. Dipper lowers his hand, and tires to shove Bill away. What in the hell is he going to do about this? "Would it be burning? Drowning? Hanging? Mutilation? Burning alive?" Bill's smile is wide, white, and sadistic. "What's the worst way your life could end?"
Dipper groans quietly, and lifts his head up. There's only one answer to that. "It would be living for as long as possible," Dipper says blandly. "But having you around the entire time." The sudden silence surprises him, but he doesn't react.
The silence lingers. And lasts.
A full minute passes, before Dipper finally glances up at his... familiar? Or- companion? Harasser? Jackass he's stuck with? He's never heard of a sentient familiar before, what do you even call one of them-
Bill stares at him, eye wide. Dipper stares back, confused.
"Bro!" The door downstairs slammed open, and both of them look up at the sound. "We're back! Me and Waddles missed you!" Bill gives Dipper a mildly confused look, and Dipper just shakes his head. Mabel and her familiar are closer than usual, and it'd take long to explai—
Oh no..
He's going to have to explain this to his family, and how is he going to do that? Nobody has a human familiar - nevermind that Bill isn't a human - and even then, how can he explain that he accidentally summoned something hugely illegal in the magical community? Something this sadistic and dangerous? And that now he's bonded to it? Grunkle Stan might help it cover up, but still—
Dipper stands up from the bed, grabbing Bill's hand. They can get out the window and hide on the roof, until he comes up with something. Or maybe just run entirely. There's no way he could explain this that won't be horrible—
The demon shrugs, slipping his hand out of Dipper's, and grabs him around his waist, winking at him. Dipper startles at the touch, then glares. Bill pulls him close, until their hips touch, arm wrapped warmly around him.
"What are you doing?" Dipper asks, tensing up.
"Hey, I get what's going on here," Bill says, clearly amused. "I know what humans think. Lucky for you, kid, you summoned me in this form, not my real one," he wiggles his eyebrows. "Who says anyone has to know what you did?"
Dipper pauses, confused. What's Bill- a thumb strokes over his stomach, and he stares at Bill, mouth dropping open. "Are you fucking kidding me," this is arguably worse than admitting he summoned a demon. To pretend- this? With Bill? "We can't-"
"Why not?" Bill declares, and starts marching towards the stairs, dragging Dipper with him. In a softer voice, he mutters. "Seriously, kid, I ain't happy about it either," he looks Dipper over slowly, pausing at the top step. "You could always tell everyone what happened. So what if I get banished? It isn't like I need to be on the physical plane, though I got a few things I wanna do here." He shrugs, and Dipper squirms a little in his grip. Because if people find out Dipper summoned a demon, even accidentally, he's in so much shit, he'd be lucky if he was only jailed for the rest of his life.
"Or," Bill draws out the word slowly. "Since we're tied together, while I'd prefer to wait until you died naturally-"
Dipper shakes his head rapidly. "No! No, this isn't fine!" Of all the available options, this isn't... well, it could be worse. At least Bill doesn't look too bad. He clasped a hand over the demon's, and feels a hot flush of embarrassment. "It's... an okay cover story. I guess."
"Thought as much," Bill says happily. They walk downstairs together, pressed together companionably, and Dipper's mind starts working overtime, trying to come up with excuses.
For one, he's going to somehow have to explain to Mabel how he's hid a boyfriend from her. And come up with a backstory for them.
And then things are going to get complicated.
Sometimes I just type words. I hope you enjoyed these ones! ;P
