He felt horribly disgusted. The bile rising in his throat burned its sides and stung at his eyes.
The pain in his ankles and stomach hurt so bad he felt he could pass out at any given moment.
And the man behind him wasn't doing any better to his situation.
"Well, it's a good thing I showed you where the bathroom was."
Oh, I'm so tempted to just punch that stupid smirk right off of his face.
Dipper was hardly in any mood to deal with the sly remarks passed down at him, the pain and annoyance he was feeling being almost too unbearable.
Thankfully, as if reading the boy's mind in which he didn't doubt the man took pleasure in doing, the demon stood silent the entirety of the way through his sickness until it was finally over and he was only left gasping for air and the tears streaming down his reddened cheeks. He was embarassed to say the least.
As if on cue and ever so carefully, he was gently lifted by the taller man and put to stand with an arm heavily supporting his slack body. The toilet seat was brought back down and the contents inside, thank God, were flushed down along with the diseased water.
Dipper released a a heavy sigh. Somehow, his stomach was feeling much better; except for the growing pangs of hunger within, though he doubted he'd be able to bring himself to eat after what had been witnessed.
The demon forwned heavily, the smell of burned food wafting off into the bathroom, signaling the destroyed dinner that was sure to be purely amazing and delicious by Bill's standards- which were in fact rather high.
The boy tried desperatly not to cry out in pain, but all of his effort merely seemed to be a pure waste of his time. The tears were continuously trailing down his cheeks and the surge of electrical shocks felt to be running up from his ankle towards his knees where they buckled painfully. He whimpered as softly as possible, though he wished it could have stayed hidden in the depths of his throat where the man wouldn't have heard it surface.
He felt himself being carefully placed onto the closed seat of the toilet...almost too carefully, making him highly uncomfortable as this reaction from the Dream Demon was highly unlikely and out of character.
And Dipper, as dazed as he was, picked up a mumbled set of words from the man before he walked out through the bathroom door.
'How humiliating. Why couldn't my stupid stomach have just stayed still for at least a few hours more when I could have hopefully thrown up way after Bill fell asleep. That way to save me from-'
But the realization of sleep hit him almost suddenly as he questioned whether or not Bill actually slept. Did his human body require simple human functions like his own? Maybe it did. Besides, he was making dinner for the BOTH of them. Why would he make dinner for himself when he could clearly just save his time and effort in doing so? The whole ordeal just seemed to be a huge mess of confusion to Dipper and he wasn't sure in which way he should take it.
Dipper nervously ringed his hands back and forth in an anxious manner. If he had his journal he could have easily stuffed his nose in it, read an unbearable amount of way too familiar text, and forgotten about whatever had just transgressed. He could also pull down his cap over his eyes since he didn't have his journal to hide his face-
but he didn't have his hat.
His head was bare and it felt horribly awkward without it.
when his family had rescued him they may have removed it...yeah, they would hardly hope to leave it on him if he was out for 3 days straight and was soaked to the bone in storm water.
'Now that i think about it...'
He looked down at his clothing and noticed that he wasn't in his casual adventure wear but in a black t-shirt and matching sweat pants.
He almost snorted. 'I didn't even know I had these in my closet. Mom probably-'
A weight on his head brought him back to reality and only then did he notice that his own hand was furiously rubbing at his birthmark. Normally it would be hidden by the bill of his pine tree print cap, but it wasn't at the moment and he was feeling a bit off without it. He hardly ever took it off and when he did he felt empty somehow, these were one of those times. It reminded him of the first time he came to gravity falls, when he found the journal, saved his sister from freaky gnomes, and his grunkle gave in to allowing his nephews to grab whatever they wished from the shop without him noticing. When Stan had been kind to them, putting his cheapskate self to the side for his two precious neice and nephew.
It felt like a lifetime ago that had happened.
He was already nearing his second year in high school and growing up a bit too fast. He would have loved upcoming birthdays with as much enthusiasm as he could spare, but now they were a depressing memory. His life back in California was devastating without anybody but his sister to recall the good times back in the mystery shack and the hick town they had grown to call home. Begging their parents to go back the summer after their first year in high school was a hassle, but that was the only place they actually felt they could fit in.
Even after practically savng the entire world, no one else but those in Gravity falls, Oregon would truly remember them as the mystery twins whom defeated the dream demon by the name of Bill Cipher.
Dipper felt as though this were his true home...but, what was he going to do now that Bill claimed him. Now that he was forced to live with the monster that the town had hoped theywould never catch sight of again.
His hand found itself at the top of his head once again. It was pulling down at his invisible cap and in that moment he felt his heart contort in a sort of pain he hadn't felt in a while. It reminded him of his uncle Stan whom allowed him to take it for free from the gift shop and had repaired it for him at the end of their first summer after the events of weirdmaggedon no matter how difficult the stitching was for him, his sister Mabel whom had chosen a grappling hook and had lifted it from his eyes on several occasions to keep him from hiding, and even his uncle Ford whom had found it all bruised and banged at the end of the summer when the demon had turned the whole town upside down.
The footsteps brought Dipper back to focus and he quickly rubbed at his eyes and bent his head to hide the tears that were pouring constantly down.
The man stopped at the entrance with a sigh oozing with heavy...worry?
"Pine tree, you're not looking too good." Bill stepped over to the boy and handed him a glass of water which he thankfully took and carefully took a few swigs from it, the cold liquid hitting his throat in a soothing way.
And when the cold hand of the demon rested on his forehead, he hadn't the strength to swat it away. Besides, his head was burning and the cool hand felt somewhat relaxing.
"Kid, you feel like a furnace." He reflexively pulled back his hand, pulling the boy to his feet, taking the glass of water as he set it at the edge of the sink, lifted him to carry him out of the room and to another just across from the bathroom.
Dipper had no clue where he was being taken off to and honestly didn't care for that matter. His body shivered in an invisible freezing force while his head thought otherwise.
He was put in a bed from what he could tell and the covers had been drawn up to his chin, easing the cold a bit from his body. His eyes were glassy when he opened them and could hardly pick up the details of the man by his side whom bit hit fingernails in anxiety while pacing back and forth across the room.
And his muttering, which was near incoherent, was heard to be, "What do- a kid- sick?- take care- demon, what nonsense- die? Come on- think, Bill-"
A heavy banging ignited and Dipper struggled to keep a whimper hidden when the sound instantly reached and banged at his aching skull.
Bill seemed to have noticed the boy's discomfort and walked over to him to place a reassuring hand over his head before stepping out and closing the door halfway to offer some possible form of sleep for him.
It was silent for a moment as the receading footsteps dulled to a hum, but almost in an actual second, shooting, crashing, and shushing sounds were heard along the very walls of the cabin. After the terrible noise had finally subsided, leaving soft words before that too was gone and Dipper found himself dwelling on the feeling of sleep, finally giving in and shutting his eyes.
Well, well, well, I finally did it!
Took me a lot longer to update, but it's finally done.
Concentrated too much on school and on Undertale that I hardly had time to write this fic
anyhow, hope you enjoyed and remember to review!
