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Wow. A chapter without porn. I'm falling down on the job.

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You don't know what you have until you lose it.

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That's an age old saying, used by older people to control the young.

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Control them and bend them to their will.

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It's a cruel thing, really.

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However, that doesn't mean truth doesn't lie within it.

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Because it does.

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Oh, it really, really does.

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It's almost sickening really how terrible people and terrible things have such great minds and words.

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Ironic too.

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But really, that seems like how my life has been so far for the past...oh, who knows how many years.

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I've stopped counting now.

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I've stopped thinking.

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It's hard to think when your mind is a disaster.

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Hard to keep track of your words and what your saying too.

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Everything is a jumbled mess right now.

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A tangle made of words unsaid that should have been said…

"...No…"

...And words said that really should have been held in.

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The brunet moaned into his master's open mouth, eyes fluttering as he came down from his high.

That ache between his legs that seemed to always be there nowadays was now at full force, but he honestly didn't care much about that. How could he when his master's tongue was lodged halfway down his throat while said demon's fangs nipped at his swollen and scabbed lips?

He curled into the demon, mind blanking again as his master pulled away, only to latch his mouth at the base of his neck.

"You know what, pet?" The demon purred against his skin, teeth grazing the slick flesh there. "I'm getting a bit restless being cooped up in here all the time. Why don't we go out and gaze upon my- I mean, our new world together?"

The brunet shuddered at the sultry hum in his master's voice and he nodded his head quick in agreement. Indeed, ever since the portal had been opened, his master had kept them in their quirky shared house. The boy didn't know why, but he liked to think that it was because his master was trying to protect him.

He pretended he didn't know the real answer.

He faked a lot of things nowadays.

"That sounds wonderful, master. Thank you."

Bill grinned down at him and slowly let go, taking a few steps back. "Very well. Why don't you get properly dressed and suited up? How about the black on black?"

The boy squinted his eyes in agreement. "With the gold tie, master?"

Bill purred at that and reached out again, lightly trailing his fingertips over the brunet's arm, causing shivers to race up the boy's spine.

"That would be perfect. You always know how to please your master, pet."

He flushed at the term of endearment his master always used for him, heat pooling in his chest and around his heart as the organ sped up it's pumping.

"I do my best." He whispered back before slowly turning away, stumbling a few steps before catching himself on the door.

Small giggles slipped through the demon's mouth.

He flushed again, this time in embarrassment.

Scurrying out the door and down the twisting hallway, whose walls were currently crimson with dancing golden swirls that formed into countless shapes, the brunet threw open a random door on his right, the odd home his master had made for them automatically making it the room he desired to be in currently; his bedroom.

Unlike his master, he still needed sleep.

Striding inside easily enough, the boy made a beeline for the immaculate wooden dresser in the corner, gleaming with a beautiful cherry wood and polished to perfection. Grabbing one of the silver knobs it had, the boy pulled out some clean underwear along with a still nicely pressed black button-up, vest, and slacks. Throwing the little and clingy clothes he had on currently, the dirty laundry disappearing as soon as it was off his body, the brunet quickly slipped on the the new clothes he had. Tucking his shirt in and making sure everything was straight, he made sure to slip on his polished black dress shoes next. Sighing and turning around to the slightly crooked closet door located on the opposite wall, he padded over and threw the double doors open, slipping into the massive walk-in closet with ease. Quickly locating the jacket he would be wearing, along with his master's favorite golden tie, the brunet finished dressing himself, hands fumbling only slightly with the tie he learned how to do only a few months ago.

Glancing over into a full-length mirror- edge bordered in a black frame that depicted the horrified screams of the damned, he couldn't help but smirk at his appearance. Oh, his master was going to love this, he was sure of it.

Striding out of his closet, he wasn't surprised to see his master waiting in his bedroom, leaning against one of his bedposts, clawed fingers tapping a small pattern on the rich wood there.

The boy's mouth went dry.

His master's one-eyed gaze said it all- we'll be returning here shortly.

His master pushed himself off the bed and strode over. Cranking his head upward to stare up at the glory of the demon turned-turned-god before him, his breath caught in his chest as a clawed hand traced down his cheek, sending thrills of anticipated pleasure down his spine.

The claw dropped down, arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him flush against that hard, obsidian he knew more than he even knew himself at this point.

"You clean up, Pine Tree. As always." His master purred into his ear.

He wrapped his arms around his master's chest and laid his head against the demon-turned-god's shoulder. "Thank you master."

He couldn't help but squeal as another arm darted underneath him, picking him up off the ground.

He let out a small noise of thanks and adoration from his master cradling him in his arms. Tentatively, he nuzzled into his shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut tight. His master shook his arms off and the boy let them fall into his lamp limply. Fully curled up in his master's arms like this...there couldn't be anything better, right?

Well, perhaps there is…

He shook his traitorous thoughts away.

His master didn't look at him as he turned and strode away, the door that would normally lead back out into the hallway melting into a balcony outside. The smell of burning flesh and thick smog pierced his nose and made his heart sing. Turning his head to peer outwards at the state of the world, he couldn't help but grin.

He had done this. He had been the catalyst for the beauty that lay before him.

Pride swelled in his chest like a vile venom, pumping away from his heart to his tensing muscles and rushing up to his already addled brain. His head spun and his mouth watered.

This carnage, this perfectly planned chaos...it was like nothing he'd ever seen before.

Aware of his master's gaze falling upon him, he stared back up at that one big eye, which was currently squinted in what appeared to be a wild and manic grin.

"Ready to have some fun, my pet? You haven't been away from home in a very long time. I think it'd be a good idea to let you out under what's left of the sky for a while." Before Dipper could answer, blue flames swirled around them, blipping them down onto the cracked and sooty ground of some American city they had traveled to a few days before. He wasn't exactly sure what city this had been, but it hardly matters now.

The condition of the earth was so much worse ground level. Ruined buildings lie everywhere, crumbling and in disarray as fires still burned bright and hot. Everything that wasn't burning was scorched black as night. Faraway howls and cries from creatures made from nightmares themselves reverberated throughout the air, causing the little bit of firmament that was able to shine through the smog to dim and cower. The stench of viscera, rot, and everything burning caused his mouth to watery hungrily in a sudden and euphoric rush of power.

His master gave him one last possessive squeeze before lowering him to the ground, dropping him a bit. Feet hitting the ground hard, he was able to catch and righten himself before he stumbled.

"Are you ready to have some fun, my little sapling?"

He jumped and flushed at the rare nickname given to him. Warmth filled his chest while an emptiness filled his gut. As selfish as it sounded, he wished his master would call him that more often.

"Yes, master. If I...if I may ask, what are your plans?"

His master's lower face split open in a fanged grin and his eye glinted darkly in the light. The sight took his breath away.

"Why, that's a surprise. But I know you'll enjoy it, my little sapling."

He trembled as a single claw traced down his cheek, lightly tracing his lips.

"You'll see."

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Glowing eyes of beasts watched him and his master as they strolled down what used to be one street or another. A thin black arm wrapped around his waist helped pull him along and keep up a fast pace. Brushing against that immaculate black suit every stride, a sick thrill of sparks trilled against his own clothed skin yet nevertheless didn't fail to cause shivers to race up his spine.

Though the beasts around them watched them with interest, none wandered close, happy to keep their distance in the shadows.

He didn't blame them.

The feel of his face being touched with another clawed, teasing finger shook him from his musings and drew his attention back up to the triangular face of his master.

"How's your bloodlust? I know you've been craving some more...action."

He licked his dry lips as his heart warmed at the thought. Saliva flooding his mouth, eyes brightening, he couldn't help but nod quickly.

"Oh, yes! Yes I have, master." His head ponder as his heart swelled. Behind his eyelids, deep, deep inside his vile and ill mind, where most wouldn't dare tread, deep in the cracks where his character and morality had fallen through, drowned in tears and blood drawn from others, images started to claw through to the forefront of his mind. Pictures of horror, displays of abhorrence. Pure and unbridled carnage and agony, the likes of which had never even touched the dimension they were standing in until a year ago, allowed through a gateway born of paranoia and misplaced science, sticky and long fingers carving their mark into an already mad world.

He gasped at the feeling, of the almost memory of what he had seen bleeding back through. His hands flew up to cradle his head. His master wrapped another arm around him, pulling him close.

"Don't strain yourself too much, my pet." The demon-turned-god purred into his ear, voice sultry, dripping with sin. "We still have much to do before retiring."

He nodded slowly, blinking owlishly. The images, indescribable and maddening, faded back to the dark abyss of his mind, left to continue to fester and rot from where they had taken root.

"Don't worry about me, master. I'm fine. Really."

That single eye stared down at him, narrowed but accepting. "Very well. I think you'll like the plans I have in mind. As you are aware, humans are very...stubborn. The just don't know when to just give up, lay down, and 'kick the bucket' so to speak and they-" At this, he jabbed a claw towards the circling beasts, whom at the motion scrambled back. "-only do so much. So I thought, why not join in with the chaos again and actually get a little done!"

The boy blinked slowly, but a wicked grin was already curving itself upon his lips.

"I do like that plan." He admitted darkly.

The demon-turned-god laughed, the sound splintering the buzzing air. "I thought you might!"

Without another word, the two figures were off.

They stalked through the streets, close but not quite touching, eye and eyes roving, ears pricked for the slightest sound of true and honest life. The panting and cawing of beasts echoed around them while their footsteps clacked against ruined concrete.

Then, the boy heard something.

It was a little thing, really. Just a sneeze. No, not even a full sneeze. It was the sound of someone holding in a sneeze, only to make an odd and painful choking sound.

His head whipped to the direction it came from.

A warehouse, completely collapsed on one side, splattered in drying blood and soot stood silently, almost like a last testament, and definitely a last hope to those that dwelled inside.

A dark shape rejoined his side and the flat of a palm pressed into the middle of his back, just enough to remind him of his place and who he was with.

"Ready?"

He nodded.

The two strode towards the safe house on quiet feet. Holding his breath in, the boy's eyes roamed over the structure. With the door being completely blocked by rubble and windows being nonexistent, there had to be another entrance…

There.

A piece of metal was bent upwards, blocked partially by more rubble, large enough for at least a man to squirm through, let alone him.

Motioning to the demon-turned-god, he lead both of them towards the opening. Hot breath billowed on his neck.

Good job.

He shivered.

Of course.

He was able to wriggle his way through easily enough, though trying to make sure not to rip his suit was a struggle in and of itself.

Behind him, his master followed, much larger body shrinking to the needed size and stepping back into it's impressive height and intimidating figure once besides him.

He turned his eyes to the inside of the warehouse. Though it was still very quiet, there was the unmistakable sound of shushed words and worried breaths and sighs, a few small coughs piercing the air every once in awhile.

Before them as a giant metal beam, most likely dragged in place to separate the entrance to the main living hub of the small safe house and community the humans have undoubtedly have created for themselves.

His master took the lead again as he stepped in front of him. A single backwards glance was the only signal the boy was given before the demon-turned-god started to sneak forwards, crouched ever so slightly. Keeping close, but not too close, the boy kept his eyes forward on the black back before him, ignoring the writing on the wall.

GOD SAVE US

HELP

HELL ON EARTH

FUCK THIS

GOODBYE

GOD'S DEAD

He didn't read the writing at all. Not. At. All.

Curving along the wall, he nearly ran into the expansive back before him as his master stopped suddenly. Making sure to catch himself without scuffing his feet, he peered around the form in front of him to look inside.

Currently hidden behind a corner, helped by a thin and partially translucent blanket hung up to separate the entrance and main living area even more, he could see a small community, no more than fifteen adults and two children, budding. The children, who under normal circumstances, would've been playing and laughing and joshing around, were silent as they sat on a sleeping bag. No older than seven years of age, he could pick out their haunting similarities.

Twins. One a boy, one a girl. Brown hair, lighter than his own however.

Every muscle in his body tensed up and he held in a shuttering breath.

Unlike the children, the adults were up and moving. One was currently trying to cook using a small fire created inside a trash can dragged inside while others appeared to be cleaning up and keeping everything in order. The rest were counting stock quietly together- weapons, food, water, tools…

These humans were pretty prepared.

His master twisted his head around, quickly catching his eye.

One question shined in it.

Ready?

He hadn't realized it, but his previous grin had slipped off his face.

It returned, splitting his cracked skin in two, glittering way to bright and big in the little light.

Of course!

They charged in.

And Hell was brought back.

Cobalt flames roared and exploded while screams of surprise splintered out of shell-shocked lungs. The screech of metal scraping against metal reverberated in his ears, along with the sudden bangs of multiple guns, bullets gracing the air, spinning and whistling, joining the duet of two children screaming out.

His own hands, slightly calloused but still peach-colored, sparked venomous green flames. Reflected off his twisted brown eyes, shining only with the need for the annihilation of every other living, breathing human in the room, he let out a roar as his green flames danced and exploded with the blue, melting bullets and guns and flesh and muscle and bone and-

He sighed before pouncing.

The human to the left of him hadn't been expecting him to start fighting physically and honestly, he hadn't either. After all, he preferred to watch it all from a distance, like any good play. However, this- a raw and primal urge inside of him that he knew he possessed but never acted upon, was pounding through his veins in a need to be sated and so, he lashed out. He didn't have the claws of his master, nor the fangs. So instead, he kicked and threw flaming punches, sizzling skin and cracking through brittle bones. Blood splattered everywhere before evaporating under the rage of the flames. Screams and cries of agony caused the air to tremble under the monstrosity of the act the once-human and demon-turned-god committed, laughing and grinning the entire time.

The boy was very aware of when his master would brush up against him, filling him with more magical energy as it was depleted. Very aware of the sound of his guffaws as they rocked the air, high-pitched but still menacing. Very aware of ripping flesh, shattering bone, pleads for mercy, pleads for some God or another, and the spitting of curses.

It was euphoric.

All too soon, the screaming fell silent into pathetic whimpers as the magical flames died down, no longer having the rage and hunger to keep them burning.

He was all too aware of the viscera on him, along with the blood dripping from his hair. He was covered in gore- his peach skin dyed a brilliant crimson that seemed to almost glow in the dying light.

Despite the silence descending for the most part, small whimpers still persisted, maddening and all too familiar in his mind. Stumbling somewhat, his foot struck a small shape, causing it to yelp in pain.

He stared down with heavy-lidded eyes.

The children, twins, a boy and a girl, were curled around each other, pressing one another's faces into the other's shoulder while clasping their hands tightly together.

His teeth dug into his tongue.

A pink flash.

Laughter like bells.

Eyes sparkling with light.

A shooting star, flaring and trailing higher than anyone ever before…

A falling star, plunging faster than anyone ever before…

Strong arms were wrapped around his waist and clawed fingers were pressed into his mouth, shutting him up effectively.

Vision swimming, inky spots dissipating, he stared down at the now silent children, his foot through the girl's ribcage while his hand was punched into the boy's skull, denting it.

A choked gasp made it's way through his now swollen throat. Unable to do anything else really, he collapsed backwards into his master's arms, which cradled him closely.

"Master…" He gasped. "Please…" Clear wetness dripped down his cheeks, washing the red away.

His master was silent, eye unreadable.

Another plea was on the edge of his lips.

However, before it could be brought to life, they were gone.

After all, Bill always took care of his pets. Especially if that pet was Dipper Pines.

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Literally all my BillDip fics are sad right now. What the fuck.

Anyways, sorry for no porn in this, instead we got plot and violence! That's something...right? Yeah.

Ah well.

animatronic 2.9- Hehe, because they're great, that's why!

Wildtail of Wind- Um...good writing? Good plot? Uhh...something like that XD Hehe, I hope you liked this chapter!

BrutalCuriousity- Hey, you changed your name! it's nice, I like it! Yeah, this story is kinda depressing. As I said, right now all my BillDip fics are sad right now.

Red- Well, here's more! Hope you liked it!

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this kinda different chapter!

And, as always, thanks for reading!