[The lame reveal and an even lamer action scene.]
Dipper imagined this is what Sisyphus felt as he rolled, his burden, the same boulder up the hill over and over again. As soon as it was in place the rock would roll back down and he was forced to return to it, the same cycle repeating forever.
It was probably a lot like that but worse.
Whenever Wendy was even close to grabbing the shadowed figure (obviously her mother if her cries were anything to go by) they would pick up speed then be just right out of reach. Calling out to her mother didn't do anything. She was ignored. It was as if the same clip was on loop for infinity.
"Mama you can't leave! You can't leave us! Not me!"
He just wanted to pull younger Wendy into his arms and hold her.
This just wasn't fair.
Soon the young girl was on her knees, hands to her face as she cried. She had given up the chase. There was no way to reach for the retreating figure of her mother.
The dreamscape wasn't very bright to begin with but their surroundings started to darken as if heavy clouds blocked out what little light they had. Shadows stretched before reaching out toWendy then they began to lift from the surface, becoming strange dark tendrils. They loomed over a sobbing Wendy, slow and poised in their strange way.
Dipper's eyes widened his body tensing as instinct screamed at him to fly over and protect his charge.
"Time for the main event," he heard Bill say as the demon continued to restrain him.
The tendrils were on Wendy in a blink of an eye. They grabbed at her, wrapped around her, and then without warning engulfed her in their inky blackness.
"WENDY!" Dipper couldn't help but scream as the girl's sobs were snuffed out.
The young angel wasn't even thinking as he tried to wrench out of the demon's hold, desperately reaching for his charge.
"Calm down, Feather-brain!" Bill kept his grip on him but he sounded a little strained. "This is a dream, remember? That's not really your girlfriend! That's just a manifestation of her now calm yourself!"
The explanation was sound but Dipper couldn't absorb it fast enough. All he could think of was that he had failed. Wendy was gone, consumed by darkness. He was the worst guardian angel ever.
Bill just let out a long-suffering sigh as he held the now very slack and devastated Dipper.
The spot that once had a crying girl was replaced with a humanoid shaped blob that began to shift, features becoming prominent. It looked a bit animal-like as it grew what looked like a small elephant trunk for a nose, little tusks growing along with it. The thing continued to shift and turn as a thick body was formed from the darkness then strange hind legs of maybe a lion or tiger. Its arms were long, large human hands joining them at the end. White marking twirled and twined around the creature's black body.
The thing opened its beady, bright blue eyes and focused on the other intruders.
Bill groaned. "I hate being right sometimes."
Dipper stared as he pulled himself out of his depressed thoughts. "What is that?"
"A dream eater."
The dream eater laughed. "What do we have here?"
The angel almost cringed at how high and nasally the creature's voice was.
Bill let Dipper go before slowly approaching the dream eater. "I dunno you tell me, you disgusting slob."
It laughed again. "Look at all the attention I'm getting and here I am just minding my own business."
"You're supposed to eat dreams," Bill stated as he crossed his arms. "But you're not content with that are you, Fattie? You gotta go and screw around 'till you get your nightmare stew. Why is that? Is that your version of comfort food or something?"
The dream eater's eyes narrowed. "So what? People have nightmares all the time. What difference does it make if I'm the one stirring things up? Nothing."
Bill shook his head. "You're way too big for your kind."
"Well, I'm not a push-over like the others. I get to eat what I want whenever I want and that's the way it should be!" The creature's voice echoed throughout the dreamscape.
"Cute," Bill said looking less than impressed. "Well, sorry but not sorry I'm gonna have to get rid of your fat-butt."
"I'd like to see you try!" It puffed up its chest. "All the nightmares I've been accumulating…there's no way you can make a dent you sorry-looking toothpick of a demon!"
Bill's single eye darkened. "Oh it's on, Pudge."
The dream eater let out a loud roar before it charged at Bill.
Panicked, Dipper felt himself pick up as his wings flapped so he hovered above.
Meanwhile Bill stood his ground, putting his arm out and making a gun gesture from his hand. A blast of red light shot out from his finger and blew clean through the dream eater. The creature halted as it looked over the gaping hole Bill's blast had left.
"No dent, huh? Is that what you were saying?" Bill cackled before blowing out imaginary smoke from his finger.
The dream eater just laughed its nasally laugh as the hole began to repair itself. "You seem to forget we're in a dreamscape."
"Crap."
Bill rolled out of the way as the creature broke back into a run. It missed and Bill took that as an opportunity to turn back to the form Dipper was more familiar with, a floating triangle.
The creature turned and took Bill in. "Well, don't you look familiar."
"I'm sure your kind is a big fan of my work too bad you can't afford one of my autographs." Bill's hands blazed with blue flame. "Now get lost!"
Blue flames whizzed through the air, managing to land a few hits on the dream eater but like the last blow the creature would just regenerate.
Dipper frowned. "This could go on forever."
And we're still inside Wendy's dreamscape…
The angel bit his lip as he watched the two dream monsters duke it out. There had to be a way to expel the dream eater from the mind but how? Obviously, Bill's method wasn't working. The demon seemed to grow more and more frustrated as everything he pulled the dream eater would just shrug off.
If only I could force them out…force…That's it!
Dipper landed just as the dream eater was about to swing at Bill.
"You will leave now."
The creature stopped its advances to turn to look at him. "What?"
Bill stared at him not saying a word.
Dipper kept steady. "You're going to leave now and you're not coming back."
"And how are you going to do that you measly chicken?"
"I'm going to make you."
The dream eater laughed again. "Oh really?"
"Yes."
Before the creature could get another word in Dipper began to chant.
"What? What is this?"
The angel just ignored him and continued, eyes starting to glow white.
Bill grimaced, turning away. "Aww man."
The dream eater seized up. "What's happening?!"
Dipper stopped chanting, eyes on the dream eater. "I told you, I'm making you leave."
Then as if he didn't stop the angelic language flowed out of his mouth again. He stretched his arms out, his chants growing louder and louder.
"STOP IT! STOP!" the creature screamed, unable to move. "LET ME GO! I'LL GO! I'LL STOP PLEASE!"
GET OUT!
Then in a flash of bright white the dream eater was gone.
Bill hissed, his form flickering. "Dang, Feathers…you went all exorcising priest on him."
Dipper turned to Bill, eyes still white. "Get out."
"What? Hey I thought we had a thing going on here? Like a team or-"
"Get out."
Bill's form continued to flicker. "You're really serious, huh?"
"Get out before I make you, demon." The angel held his gaze.
The dream demon didn't respond and Dipper began to chant again.
"Alright alright! Sheesh…I guess I was wrong about you, Angel-face. You aren't so one-note after all."
Bill floated higher and began to glow as a wheel of symbols formed behind him.
"I'll be seeing you."
Then he too was gone.
Wendy woke up that morning not looking very restful. She had strange dreams that night. Well, they were more like unpleasant flashes of memories then weirdness that she could barely understand. Hours before she had to wake up were peaceful though.
As if someone had banished all the bad and confusing things away.
With a yawn Wendy got out of bed.
Unknown to her she had left a very tired angel alone, cuddled up on her bed.
Just five minutes and I'll recharge…
Who knew exorcising things took so much out of you?
A/N:
I kept thinking about pokemon like drowzee/hypno/munna/musharna while writing the dream eater thing...which is based off the baku which is a spirit that eats dreams so yeah lol
also yes, Dipper is wearing one of those robes.