Prompt: If you're taking prompts, maybe could you do one where dipper's in big trouble, from a monster or a cult or something, and Bill swoops in and saves the day?

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Dipper twisted his hands around, feeling the rope once again rub painfully on his wrists, trying to grind skin from his bones.

In all honesty, he really couldn't believe he was even in this situation.

All he had been doing was wandering back from the library. Sure, it was a bit dark out but nothing ever really happened at night anyways.

That had been a huge mistake. All he had done was glanced down at the book he had grabbed and next thing he knew, his hands had been forced behind his back, a blindfold went over his eyes, and a gag stuffed and tied into his mouth, leaving him literally speechless.

Now, he was who knows where, forced to crouch down on the hard ground on his knees, which were by now throbbing with pain.

He could hear shuffling all around him, along with whispered voices and words.

He could also hear the clear and sharp sound of a knife being sharpened, the scraping sound filling him with trepidation.

This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be.

Dipper had been around the block enough times to deduct what exactly was going on.

A summoning.

And Dipper had a pretty good idea on what exactly the sacrifice was.

Before Dipper could dwell on his fate even more, he was forced back onto his feet and the blindfold was taken off, giving Dipper full view of what he already knew was going on.

A number of people were littered around in black and gold robes, hoods pulled low over their faces, looking about as cliche as you could get. They were even already in a circle, surrounding a summoning circle printed on the ground.

Dipper squeaked into his gag as he felt a knife press into his back, forcing him forwards past the cult members. Once at the edge of the summoning circle, he was forced back onto his knees again.

Fear pumped through his veins, hot and white and his whole body trembled. He was going to die. Die! He could barely believe it. What would happen to Mabel? What about the Stan's?

What about Bill?

Tears blurred his vision as he felt the knife from before dig into the side of his face, drawing a bloody cut down. Thick rivets of blood trickled down the contour of his face and plopped onto the old and unfamiliar summoning circle below. Around him, the cult members started chanting, voices growing louder and steadier.

Unable to keep himself from shivering from both fear and pain, Dipper screwed his eyes shut, not wanting to see the abhorrent creature these people were trying to summon and not wanting to see his own death.

The chanting continued on for a while longer.

Dipper's knees started to throb with an ache again.

How long was this going to take? If he was going to die, he would rather it be over fast. This waiting was driving him insane.

In the darkness of his eyes being shut, Dipper heard the chanting finally cut off as blue blooms appeared in his own personal darkness.

Then, a very familiar cackle echoed all around him.

Dipper didn't know whether to be embarrassed or relieved.

His eyes snapped open.

The world was bleached black and white, color drained out of everything except him, the cult members, and the triangle in the top hat that floated above them all.

"Oh- great and powerful Cip-"

Bill's laughter broke the cult member's sentence in two.

"Pine Tree! I knew you wanted to offer yourself up to me, but this isn't what I meant!" Bill blinked slowly. "That was a wink, by the by."

Dipper's face flushed and he turned away.

The cult members muttered to themselves in confusion. Why was their demon acting this way? How did their sacrifice know their demon Cipher in the first place?

Dipper wanted to respond to Bill's teasing taunts, but with the gag still in place, couldn't do anything.

Bill floated a bit closer.

"Cipher? How do-" The leader started.

Eye narrowed, Bill caught sight of the cut on Dipper's face, still bleeding terribly and staining the left side of his face.

Bill's form broke apart, phasing back into existence red and livid, sclera of his eye black, hands burning with white hot flames.

The demon turned to the cult leader.

"̨̻̤̖̤Y̵̺o̤̻̭̞̥͟u̷̱͙̩͉̗͎ ͉͇͍̟̖d̨a̛̤r̠͕̜͚͉͍͟e͓͇̖͖̩͔̫ ͈͢h̶̦̗̙̜̞̗̹u̴ŗ͍̤̙͈͕t͙͖̲̩̺̞̟ ̢̭̤̖̲͎̰my̹ ͕̣̥̜͜p҉͚͓̪̠̲̘r̫̮̖͔̣̪̯o̝͇̰͍̭̦p̝̮̺̲͉̹e͈͢r̦͇̪̪͚̣̱t͈̠͕͉y̴̮͎͓̟?̜͈͡"͏̞͇͕ͅ

"Wh- Ci-cipher?" The cult leader stuttered as he tried to stumble away from the angered demon, his followers following his lead and falling back as well.

͇̼̠̘͖̞"̢̝̗̰̳̫P̼̙i͕͉n̢e͉̭͓̝̲̲̠ ̢̯̰͉T̪̘r͕̫e̡̫̘̥̣̻̩e͖̞͈̭ ̻̞̣̣̜b̸̝͎̰̝̤̼̟ḛ͖̖̯͙l̩͞on̻̮̭̤g̴̮͖͉̻s̘̟͙̤͔͓͉͘ ̜͙̬̗̝̟t̲̖̥̺̟ͅo̭͉̙̩̪̜͉ ̭͙M̬͡E̦̻͚!̸̞ ̮̰̝̼̭̹O͎̙n̖̞͔̥̫̼̰l̥y̹͈̩͜ ̀Ḭ̜̱̹'M̙͝ ̣͔̲̬͜a̖̮͇l̲͍̰̞͈̱̕lo̙̻͉̣̥͘w̰̟͙̮̤͙͍͢e͕͍d̮̠̗̪̗ ̦̪͢t̪̪͎ơ̦͇̯̟̙͔ ̢̤̭̲̗h̴͔u̻̙̤̘̫̦ṟ͔̰̥͓̣ṱ̬̥͢ ̖̞̙̰̰̠͡hi̸̟̮̭̥͖͉m̯ͅ!̨"̪̼̝͙̞͠ͅ Bill continued, form blazing.

Then, everything went to hell.

Dipper screwed his eyes shut as fire flared before him. The stench of burning human wafted into his nose, choking his lungs and making him sick.

He dug his teeth into his gag.

Screams of agony and horror graced his ears, causing them to ring at the sound of the other's misfortune. Trembling, all Dipper could do was wait until Bill was done…doing what he was doing.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the screams died down and the next thing he knew, fresh air was hitting him in the face as the gag was torn out of his mouth and his bonds cut loose.

Dipper opened his eyes to a world filled with color once more, no trace of the cult members or their fiery deaths.

"Really Pine Tree?" Bill snorted behind him. "Getting kidnapped by cult members? I'm disappointed."

Dipper's knees trembled as he glared up at the stupid triangular demon.

"I hate you." He spat.

Then enveloped the slightly pink demon in a crushing hug.

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