What? What in God's name did that even mean? Just to pass the time?

I'm not some- im not some thing to be played and toyed with!

Dipper shoved the man slightly, attempting to get away, which Bill found most hilarious beyond belief and wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulder and across his chest, holding him in an inescapable grip.

Stanford spoke first. "Just to toy with?" He lifted himself from the couch as the others had done and flashed his hands in questioning gestures as he spoke. "Bill, I know you're a dream demon and such, but why would you want my nephew? There must be another reason."

"Oh, yeah, sure there's another reason. Like he doesn't get his sick kicks from hurting the kid." The other twin accused.

Bill, though, only silently sat there. His eyebrows knitted in thought and his hand still softly rubbing circles on the burning boy's back. Definitely sick.

Dipped seemed to comprehend what was happening around him but didn't feel to respond, his head fuzzy and dark.

"Well," Bill said. "I'll tell you later what it is I truly want...once you cure Dipped of this...fever."

Stan, as smart as he felt, had the urge to urk the demon in as many ways as possible, though he didn't know the demon personaly he could easily hold a grudge if he chose to. "Oh, cure, you say? Well, we're gonna have to take him back to the shack, then. We have the cure and all, ya' know."

The demon was hardly amused. "Very funny. I'm guessing that means you're not stayng since you clearly have no knowledge."

The man groaned in annoyance.

Ford, on the other hand, the smarter of the two twins, took his brother's shoulder in his hand and pushed him softly to the side. "'Stanley, go home with Mabel. It seems he won't let us take him home even if we tried to use force."

"But-"

"But, Grunkle Stan-"

"No buts." He cut the man and his niece off from their quite possibly lame excuses to stay. "I'll stay with Dipper. Don't worry, I won't let him hurt the kid."

Bill chuckled, his arm gently pulling the boy closer to his chest. "You can try to stop me, but seeing as I'm an all powerful demon and all, I don't see you succeeding in the least.

Ford ignored the man's comment. "Go on, go home. I'll make sure his fit and healthy and then i'll try my best to bring him back home."

"Yeah, if we didn't already make a deal."

"Alright, Ford. I got it. Just make sure this doofus here doesn't try anything stupid while we're gone or he'll have a fist half up his-"

"Stanley."

Mabel took this moment as her chance to head for her brother's direction no matter how close he was to the demon and how uncomfortable she was starting to feel. She quickly cast a glance Bill's way, as if asking for permission and once he nodded in response, she lunged for her sibling. Her arms despertaely clung to him and no matter how hard she tried, the tears continued to sleek down her cheeks.

Dipper could feel himself withering away from his physical body, as if he were floating between the clouds in the sky with so little a care in the world. Sure, his sister was practically strangling him at the moment, but he couldn't help to feel safer than he had ever been. Bill was holding him also. Not in a dominating sort of way, but kinder, softer, it seemed- which was almost improbable. his own arms were taught between the two holding him in their possession; he would have loved to hug them back, but didn't feel at all as though it were very necessary.

No, this is fine. Just being in this embrace lifted his spirits somewhat. He never said a word, only lowering his head to the shoulder of his twin, letting it rest there for a bit, allowing himself to feel like he was home again for one final time. Not home in Piedmont, but home at the shack, his second home that was easily starting to become his main home after already spending two and half of his summers here in Gravity Falls.

Honestly, he hoped he never had to leave.

Mabel pulled away first. her hand still linger on her brother's shoulder until she cuaght his eyes, slightly clouded, bot nonetheless with reassuring joy filling the rims. He would be alright, she concluded. She returned to her uncles and Stan soon replaced her void, ruffling a hand through his hair before turning back and taking the girl's hand in his own.

They said their quick goodbye's, Mabel mentioning something about bringing over his hat and spare clothes, before heading out the door.

Bill, thankfully, stayed quiet and Ford was the one to break the soft hum of white silence.

"So, Cipher. Are you going to let me see the kid or not?"

The man holding Dipper thought for a moment before finally sighing and lifting the boy off of his lap to place him back on the now empty couch. "Here, I'll be in the kitchen hopefully fixing up that food I promised earlier." He said this more to Dipper though he knew the boy most likely couldn't hear him.

Once the man was far past the living room, Ford himself sighed in relief. "I'm glad that's over." He sat next to the boy whom was quickly dosing off, he would've let him if there wasn't the state of health he needed to check frist. "So, quite some mess we got ourselves into, huh."

The boy nodded in response. His glazed eyes opening slightly to stare at the man in understanding. "Yeah, seems like it," He slurred.

"Well, don't you worry about it, I'll figure something out." He placed a hand on the boy's forehead and reflexivly pulled back. "Yup, you definitley seem to be running a fever." He had opened his mouth to say more, but as soon as he had, there was an odd moment's pause and he turned his gaze from the boy, his fingers twirling among themselves in a sort of nerving way.

Dipper questioned the man with a poke to his forearm, his gaze locking with the other's eyes once he got his attention.

"oh, uh..." he started off. "Seems i need to ask Bill for medication, i don't happen to have anything on me at the moment." He patted at his red turtle-neck and jean pockets to prove his point.

Dipper mumbled something about his Uncle being ridiculous before calling to the man himself. His voice sounded haorse and exhausted, but he would rather get some medicine to help his fever faster than Ford was able to get over the awkwardness of asking his nemisis for a favor. "Bill?" there was no answer and in frustration he yelled louder no matter how bad his voice hurt. "Bill?!"

The man came scurrying to the living room, apron partially removed from his waist and a spatula in one hand. He looked a bit flustered but other than that, he kept his composure. "What is it, Pine tree? What happened?"

The three stood in a perfect silent unison until Ford grew the nerve to speak to the man. "Dipper needs asprin, I wanted to know if you perhaps were carrying any.."

As if it had been the hardest and most difficult thing to comprehend, Bill stood there, dumbfounded, and scratched his chin with his free hand. he took a moment to think before bringing it back down to place at his hips. "What is asprin?"

Ford shook his head in disbelief and turned to Dipper. "Alright, kid, you wait here, I'm going to the shack to pick up a few things. I can't leave you with nothing if you want to get any better."

"Good, I'm not leaving him here alone with you."

The man groaned. "Not just that, I wouldn't or don't like the idea of leaving him alone with a deranged trinagle, but if i sent you to get things, one, you are going no where near the shack, and two, you have no idea what asprin is. It'll be of no help if I sent you off to get anything." He turned to the boy and ruffled his hair reassuringly. "You wait here, kid. I'll be right back, I promise."

Dipper nodded. "Alright."

He didn't like the idea of being left to the demon, but if he wanted to get to feeling 100% again, he would just have to bare with it for a bit.

Did it! I feel so accomplished.

Anyhow, i wasn't feeling to good while righting this, been feeling like Dipper, so here it is

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