You're Mine
Chapter Four
Grunkle Stan was in the kitchen, grabbing something to drink when he heard the door open before slamming shut. He peaked through the doorway to see Dipper leaning against the door, breathing heavily. "What happened to you, kid? You look like hell," he put ever so bluntly as he walked over. There were leaves and sticks poking out of Dipper's clothes and hair. Scratch marks scattered across his arms and face.
Dipper shook his head, sliding down the door before falling to the floor with a thud. "Got…lost," he huffed out. "Thought something was chasing me," he continued after his breathing got a bit easier.
"Probably was," Stan grunted out. He looked down at his nephew who looked ready to pass out. "Hey kid, let's get you up. If you pass out there, there's no way I'm putting you to bed," he said, holding his hand out to the boy.
Looking up, Dipper nodded and took the hand. "Thanks," he sighed as Stan pulled him up. He used the door to keep himself standing as he looked at his grand uncle. The man looked like he just got out of bed with his nearly white hair sticking out in every direction and his clothes just a bit messier than usual. "What are you doing up so late?"
Grunkle Stan held up the bottle in his hand and shook it. "Getting a late night drink," he said with a smirk. He looked over the younger to see him still shacking. "Good thing I did, you look like you need it more than I do," he said as he held out the bottle while rubbing the back of his neck.
Dipper stared at the bottle, shocked. "I don't know…"
"Take it," Stan insisted as he pushed the bottle into Dipper's hands. "It'll calm you."
Sneaking glances at his uncle, Dipper rose the glass bottle to his lips and took a sip. He instantly cringed at the taste, making his uncle bust out laughing. It tasted awful. How could anyone drink this crap?
"It gets better the more you drink, kid," he told him when he noticed that Dipper wasn't about to drink anymore. "Trust me."
Hesitantly, he took another sip. It didn't taste as horrible as before, but it still tasted awful. "I don't think I'll ever acquire a taste for this stuff," he joked weakly.
Grunkle Stan gave a small laugh. "I thought the same way when I was your age, now look at me!" he exclaimed as he put his hands on his waist.
Dipper chuckled and took another sip as they fell into silence.
"Anyways kid, I'm heading to bed and you should to," his uncle said as he started to walk up the stairs to his room. Only a few steps up, he stopped and looked back at him over his shoulder. "Oh and Dipper, ah, you know you can stay here, ah, um, longer than the summer," he said awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head before coughing into his hand. "I could always use the extra help."
Dipper stared wide eyed at the man as a smile broke out on his face. Wendy's comments from earlier poured into his mind. "Wow! I-" he coughed into his hand as well as he tried to calm himself. "Ah, that sounds pretty cool," he said steadily as he tried to keep his excitement in check.
Stan too had to reign in his growing smile. "Sounds good, kid. I'm just gonna go to bed now, yeah," he mumbled before making the way up the rest of the steps.
"Goodnight Grunkle Stan!" Dipper yelled and received a grunt in return. "Wow, maybe Wendy is right," he whispered before taking a large swig from the bottle. He hoped she was. He wouldn't mind staying in town. There were always online college classes he could take. Like business classes or something that can help he actually run a truthful business. And he could stay here. That was the main thing. It wasn't just the nightmares that made him want to stay, it was the whole town. How could he not want to stay in a place that constantly threw mysteries at him? This was the place he actually felt like he belonged. He loved his parents and his home with them, but it was nothing in comparison to Gravity Falls.
Putting the now empty beer bottle in the recycle, Dipper quietly made his way up stairs to his room. He briefly debated on taking a shower to clean off his 'adventure' in the wood, but he didn't want to disturbed Grunkle Stan's sleep. Deciding to putt off the shower until the morning, he passed the bathroom and opened the door to his room. He walked over to his dresser, not noticing the room was in shades of gray until he pulled one of his drawers. Staring down at his leached of color clothes, he swallowed the bile coming up his throat. "Bill," he exhaled as a cold sweat broke over his body.
"Bingo, Pine Tree," came from behind him.
Pushing in the drawer, he slowly turned around to a smartly dressed man. The man looked around Dipper's height with wispy blond hair brushed back neatly underneath a top hat. A triangle eye patch covered one of the man's dark eyes that held a lock on stare at Dipper. The man was clad in a black tux except for the gold brick pattern on the jacket's lapels and the inner part of the twin tail that had the same pattern. Gloved hands grasped a gold cane that tapped the floor next to a pair of dress shoes with the same brick pattern. Slowly, his eyes traveled back up the man, over the golden triangle buttons and the familiar black bowtie that rested on a white button up shirt.
"Do you like it?" the man asked as he stepped forward with his arms wide, showing himself off. "I quite like this form. It allows me to do fleshy things." The man gave himself one last look over before smiling up at Dipper. "It's good to see you back so early this year, Pine Tree. It seems like you are finally getting the hint."
Shaking, Dipper backed away until he was pressed up against his dresser. "What are you doing here? What do you mean by hint? Are you the one sending me all those nightmares?" he asked. He was pretty sure it was Bill sending him all of those dreams that he could barely remember in the morning.
Bill grinned, sharp teeth poking through the gap. "Yep!"
"W-why?" Dipper could feel his entire body shaking. He had to hold onto the dresser to keep himself from falling to the floor. He couldn't look at the demon without thinking about the countless times he would see him, whether in real life or in his nightmares.
"Why not?" he asked in return, his eye squinting in amusement.
Dipper felt sick to his stomach. He could taste the beer in the back of his throat read to spill out all over the floor. Eyes casted away, he wasn't able to stop Bill from hooking the handle of his cane around his arm and pulling him into a pair of waiting arms.
"Oh, Pine Tree," Bill hummed, his voice echoing in his chest. "I've been wanting to do this some time," he sighed as he held Dipper close to him.
Dipper barely registered what just happened. It felt surreal being in the demon's arms. He could feel Bill's arms tighten around him as the older lowered his face to the crook of Dipper's neck, breathing in deeply. That was all it took for Dipper to shove Bill away. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Bill stumbled back. "I was holding you," he stated with a frown.
A growl escaped him as Dipper stomped his foot in frustration. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT FROM DRIVING ME INSANE WITH THOSE NIGHTMARES AND-AND," he quickly had to calm himself. He almost blurted out about the hallucinations because of his anger.
"You seem angry," Bill commented, tilting his head.
Dipper shot him an aghast look. "Why wouldn't I be? The past few years you've been tormenting me with nightmares that only get worse the longer I'm away from here and I don't know why. There is no reason for it! We haven't even interacted much since you took over my body!" he yelled angrily.
Bill sat back, floating in the air with his legs neatly crossed. "I suppose I can see where you may be angry," he relented. "Those dreams were only indicators that you were in the wrong place when you should have been here," he answered as if it were obvious. He gave what he considered a charming smile that only made Dipper back away. "And those hallucinations that you are trying so hard to hide from me were only there to help push you in the right direction. After all, you were planning on going to another one of those human schools. I couldn't have that. I was already lineate enough allowing you to be gone most of the year so you can finish off basic schooling. Why you couldn't do that here, I'll never understand."
"Because I have family," Dipper cut in, only to be waved off by the demon.
"Like that matters now," he sighed. "Anyways, you're here now so we should celibrate!"
Before Dipper even had a chance to stop him, Bill pulled him back into his arms. The man grasped his hand and waist firmly as he danced them across the room to soundless music. The movements were fast and had Dipper falling into the other's arms more often than not. "Let go of ME!" he yelled as he tried to push Bill away. He gave a squawk as he fell to the ground after Bill suddenly released him.
"You really are a downer, kid," Bill sighed as he looked down at Dipper. "You should be celebrating!"
"Why should I be celebrating? Are you finally going to stop tormenting me? Are you going to leave me alone? If so, I'll definitely celebrate," Dipper replied, backing away across the floor from the demon. Bill was making no sense, not that he ever really did to begin with, but this was worse than usual. Why could he possibly want to keep him here for? Wouldn't he want him gone so that Dipper would stop ruining his plans?
He didn't notice Bill walking toward him until he saw the gold brick shoes between his legs. Slowly, he trailed his eyes up to see Bill glaring down at him with is arms behind his back. Dipper tried to scoot back further, only to meet with the base of his bed and nightstand.
"You really think I'll just leave you alone after you finally returned?" Bill drawled.
"Y-you usually do," Dipper replied as he tried to use the nightstand to help him stand. It failed as Bill knelt in front of him. The demon was close, too close. Dipper could actually feel the heat radiating off of him.
Bill reached out, cupping Dipper's check. He brushed his thumb over one of the scraps that littered Dipper's face, causing the younger to wince. "I suppose you're right," he mused, staring blankly at the other. "But I've been a bit busy over the years, building this human form."
Dipper meant to ask the demon where he got the body. It seemed that he didn't have to now.
"A mishap on my part. At least now we don't have to be separated any longer," Bill continued with a small smile that almost made Dipper believe the kindness he saw in it.
Dipper slowly shook his head in disbelief. "What are you talking about?" he nearly screamed as his heart thundered in his chest. Nothing Bill said felt right.
"Far too cute," Bill purred as he leaned in close enough for their breaths to intermingle. "So innocent…"
Pressing himself as much as he could against the nightstand, Dipper waited for whatever the demon was about to do. He was practically gasping for air as his heart race. What was Bill about to do to him? Was he going to…? His lips trembled.
"Mine," Bill whispered so softly that Dipper almost missed it.
Bill closed the gap between them and pressed his surprisingly warm lips against the corner of Dipper's mouth, causing the boy to freeze completely in shock. Bill hummed as he pulled back.
"You should get some sleep, Pine Tree," Bill whispered as he gently brushed back Dipper's hair. "I'll see you again very soon."
Dipper barely registered what Bill was saying as his world grew dark around him.
