A/N: why the hell is corrupted Dipper so hard to write? Btw, for anyone confused, this is not (i repeat NOT) Dipper for most of the chapter. That's why I called him 'corrupted' because he is technically Bill's magic out of control. That's why Dipper is so outta character because his emotions (i.e. his magic) are controlling his better judgement. Songs used: I Was An Island (Allison Weiss), My Boy Builds Coffins (Florence + The Machine), & Haunted Lullaby (Cavetown). The songs are honestly not that important i just felt like putting them in. Also just so you know, the ending was gonna be a lot darker than it actually was. Hope you like it!
Everyone was staring at him, not that Dipper really noticed. Instead he looked oved to where the visitors usually were. A couple seemingly normal visitors sat there. The room was divided though, the right side was where the guards were and the left side was were the three patients and the hostage were.
The three patients who were standing there looked like they were happy when he walked in and the one holding the knife smiled. "Now that you're here we can leave and-" they were interrupted by a rather loud gasp from Dipper who ran towards one of the tables. "King?" they watched as he bent down and crawled under the table before emerging from the other side.
"Waddles!" he exclaimed holding the pig above his head. "I thought Great Uncle Ford took you to his house or something," he hugged him earning him a rather happy oink.
Ford smiled and stepped forward trying to ease the atmosphere of the guards who were now pointing their guns at him. "You're right, I had him. I brought him today because I assumed you would want to see how he's been, guess I was right,"
"I've missed him!" Dipper had turned his attention towards Ford but now looked back over at Waddles. "You should come back to my room with me, I hate being alone," he whispered to Waddles.
"To your room? With all do respect we really need to get out of here," one of the patients next to the one who currently had the girl under the knife exclaimed. "Look, the doors open and everything we just need to take care of the guards," the guards narrowed their guns and Dipper looked over at the door.
"Oh my God!" Dipper clutched Waddles a bit in excitement. "Is that what I think it is?!"
He ran towards the door in excitement. The patients stared at him curiously hoping he would actually do something remotely close to something Bill would do and the guards narrowed their guns, stepping closer to the door expecting him to run away. Instead of taking the open route out he opmted to instead run towards the radio right beside the door.
Before he got there however a guard near the door shot a tranquilizer that would have pierced him but Dippler caught it earning a smirk from the three patients. "Now that's not very nice," he cooed as he threw it back quickly piercing the leg of the same guard who had shot it. "See? Not a very good feeling is it?" he practically skipped next to the door and the guards were expecting a fight but instead they stared at him with shocked expression as he stared at the radio.
"What's wrong with him?" the patient to the left asked the boy holding the knife. "Has he always been like this?"
"Was Bill like this?" the one to the right asked. She was a girl although she looked tattered. She jumped on with questions about Dipper's behavior. "Why isn't he leaving?"
"Shut up you two!" he instinctively yelled pushing the blade a bit harder on the girl's neck.
"My god I haven't heard a song in ages!" Dipper said as he placed Waddles down and turned on the radio. He began switching through stations in hopes that there would be one playing a good song. Ford was about to interrupt until he found a station currently playing a song. "Hey I know this song!" Dipper happily cheered as he began to sing along. "I was a fighter and I was so brave," he sang. "but I lowered my sword when you held me and swore you'd stay, stay, stay-"
"Wait!" Ford interrupted. "You're not- who are you? Why are you in my nephew's body?"
"Whatever could you mean?" he asked innocently, humming now instead of singing.
Ford knew what he was talking about and only because of how Dipper had sung. Dipped sung like any other teen would, loud and crackly but he did enjoy it, now he sung almost robotically. Perfectly on key without a single screw up. The voice was nice but it sounded nothing like Dipper.
"Let's just leave!" the main patient screamed before Ford could get a word in. "We can all escape and-"
"You know I don't wanna be free!" Dipper inched towards him a smirk on his face and a single finger over his mouth. "I was a rebel, but I had a cause! 'Til you came to town pushed me around~" Dipper stopped himself from singing, hearing Ford talking to a guard.
"Hurry up we don't have time," Ford whisper-yelled.
"But won't they just kill the girl if we do that?" the guard answered.
"Listen I don't know what we're dealing with, all I know is that that's not Dipper meaning we can't negotiate with it!"
A snap suddenly interrupted them sending blue flames quickly towards them without a chance for any sort of reaction, They quickly wrapped themselves around everyone except the three patients, the hostage, Dipper, and Waddles. The flames tightened whenever they would struggle in any way. "I'm hurt Sixer," that nickname sent shivers down his spine. "And here I was considering helping you," his eye glowed a bright yellow
"Shut up!" Ford screamed at him. "Who are you?!"
Dipper fake gasped and smirked over at them. Instead of answering properly he instead decided to sing along once more for his answer. Dramatically placing a hand over his forehead he sang. "What did I do to deserve this? What did you do to me?"
"Stop with the singing," Ford yelled in frustration trying to wiggle free. "Why are you even doing that? Answer normally without the song, without singing,"
"Buts that's no fun,"
"This isn't supposed to be fun! Just no more singing for god's sake!" Ford screamed. "You're not a child!"
Dippers smile widened as his eyes turned mischievous. He knew how to answer him and so he cleared his throat and stepped forwards. He hummed the unnecessary parts and waited. He waited for a bit and when the ending of the song was nearing he finally answered Ford. "No, no, no, NO!" Ford groaned dropping his head as he heard Dipper laughing as the song finally ended. "You're no fun! Singing brings life out. It's the only thing that actually kept this mind sane while with Bill,"
"You're not Dipper," Ford reminded.
"Maybe not," He pushed his hair back revealing his birthmark. "Either way what are you gonna do?"
"Can we leave now?" the patient asked finally letting go of the hostage girl who was useless now. She scurried away and before she got to far Dipper quickly grabbed her arm and kept her in place.
"Please no!" she yelled as she hit Dipper's hand in desperation to get away. "please just let me go,"
Dipper stared at the three patients for a bit longer. The radio was currently on hold with the radio hosts talking about things that didn't interest Dipper. Then he looked over the hostage girl, pushing her head up a bit by her chin. He pushed his finger over the cut that she had accumulated on her neck from fidgeting under the blade. As he healed her many eyes curiously looked at him. "Tell me," he began. "You're here because you were somehow involved with Bill, so what were you doing mixed up with him?"
She hesitated but let out a shaking breath. "My brother got really sick during Weridmaggedon and I couldn't find him medicine so I asked Bill to help me,"
"Well look at you!" Dipper laughed. "What are you ten? And you're already making stupid decisions! That must be like a new record!" the girl shrunk under the remark.
"I didn't know what else would help," she tried to explain herself. "We lost everything, I couldn't lose him too,"
"Selfish~" Dipped sang. "Do you have family then?" he finally asked.
"Yes!" someone wrapped in his flames answered. "Please let her live, kill me if you must, but please just let her go," an older looking male yelled.
"Your brother I presume?" Dipper laughed as he moved his hand away from the girl. He waved his hand over her face making her eyes roll back and she fell unconsciously on the floor.
"No!" he screamed trying to fight the flames. "What did you do to her?!"
"Calm down," Dipper rolled his eye which had turned a light blue from talking to the girl. "She's just asleep, you're lucky you still have your siblings," he mumbled that last part.
"Great," a patient mumbled. "Now Mason let us leave!"
Dipper looked over at them. "Why do you need my help?" he walked over to a table and sat down crossing his arms in the process. "You could've left a long time ago. You could even leave right now and no one would stop you. So, why are you three just standing there?"
"We want to start your era of things," the main boy bowed.
Dipper scoffed. "Who said I had an 'Era of things'?" he got up from his seat and took a step forward. "Better yet, who said that I need your help with it?"
"We- we just thought-" the girl to his side began.
"Shut up," he hissed, eye once more turning a bright yellow. "You three are humans. The only reason you would blindly follow me is if you needed something. So what is it?"
They all paused. The guards and already restricted people looked between them in curiosity. "Power," the girl and main patient said in union. Dipper noticed the other boy not saying anything only starring the the floor.
"Bill gave it to you and we wish we were as lucky as you to be so close to him." the main patient answered. Something in Dipper darkened. And he snapped his fingers in anger restricting all three of the patients. They yelped as their wrists were pushed and held to the ground.
"You want to be like me?" Dipper laughed sarcastically. "You'll experience everything I have then," he stepped forward and placed two fingers on his forehead.
He screamed. Not even twenty seconds in and he was screaming with his hands over his head in desperation to clear what ever memory was flashing in front of him.
"My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails," a song started which distracted Dipper so he moved to the girl.
"What did you do to him?" she screamed.
"You have really pretty eyes," Dipper stated as he pulled off the bandages wrapped around his head and stared at the girls hazel eyes. His hair managed to fall in front of his face but he pulled it back revealing the hole where his eye used to be. The girl gasped a bit. "Do you mind if I have one of yours?"
Before the girl could respond Dipper grabbed onto her cheeks. "Don't do it Dipper please!" Ford yelled. "You'll regret it when you come back to your senses I know you will!"
"What are you gonna do?" whispered the girl. Dipper ignored both of them.
"Take you to your family of course," he lifted her up by her cheeks and looked over at the people who had been bound previously. "Will the family of this girl please step forward. No lying now or you'll end up in an even worse position." No one stepped forward so he faced her again and began to sing along with the words of the song. "One of these days he'll make one-," he quickly jerked his hands up making her neck stretch and he sliced his flames straight through her skin, bones, and tissue. "for you~" Just like the actual singer he dragged out the last words singing it as he dug his finger in her eye socket. He turned around towards the others and they gasped seeing him covered in blood and her head still in his hands. The body fell limply on the floor letting blood pour out of the now headless body. Dipper managed to pull her eye out and before anyone could protest he stuck it in his empty eye socket. He heard gags and whimpers but he paid no mind. As his magic connected the new eye Dipper dropped her head carelessly and kicked it behind him where the body was. He was whispering along now to the lyrics and he marched over to the main patient.
He was still clutching his head but his screams had turned to whimpers and moans of pain. He again picked up his head from his cheeks and forced him to his feet. "Please, stop this…" he breathed before retracting at whatever pain he had experienced.
"I thought you wanted to be just like me?" he laughed. "Now where's your family?"
"Don't have one…" he breathed. Dipper clicked his tongue and moved his flames so that they were hovering over his chest. "Wait no, please! I can be useful to you! I promise!"
Dipper smiled warmly but the blood still on his clothes just made it eery. "Promises are easily breakable, even when you want to keep them with all your heart," he got a confused look from him but it was quickly washed over with shock when the flames jammed into his chest and jerked back creating a giant hole in his chest. He fell forward and Dipper stepped in front of the only patient left who was shaking under his gaze. "You didn't answer last time," he hummed. "so what is it that you want from me?"
"N-nothing!" he stuttered out. "I-I don't ne-need anything,"
Dipper raised an eyebrow. "You wanted something," Dipper raised a hand showcasing his flames. "and if you don't tell me then I'll just assume-"
"I wanted protection!" he screamed when Dipper got too close for comfort. "That's all I wanted… for me and my family. I just wanted them to stay safe," the song ended and the silence that followed after was disturbed when he began sobbing. Dipper didn't really react, all he did was turn off the radio. He grabbed him by his chin and dragged him in front of everyone.
"And who's his family?"
"We are!" a woman and man shouted in unison. Dipper released both of them and they stumbled towards them. The woman grabbed onto the patient's arms. "Are you okay? Oh God, why would you do this?"
"I just didn't want you to lose another son…" he cried a bit. "I wanted uz to be safe.
That made Dippers heart clench. It hurt him to see a happy family so much that he grabbed onto his shirt over his chest and looked down at the floor.
"Please if you have to kill someone kill me," the father stepped forward, covering the two behind him.
"No!" the patient crawled in between them and sat on his knees. "It was my fault! The whole reason I did this was to protect you two… even if I die it'll be fine. My trial's coming up quick and it would save you the stress if you just let me-"
"Stop it!" Dipper yelled. "Just stop it…" he hadn't realized it but his once yellow eye was now blue but, with both his new and old one, he was crying. Crying for no reason other than stress and empathy.
"Dipper…" Ford whispered, his heart ached watching Dipper. Even if he had his suspicions on that legitimately being Dipper.
"You really wanna help them don't you?" Dipper dropped to his knees as well so that he could look at the patient eye to eye. He nodded vigorously. "Well… forgive and forget," he whimpered as he wiped his eyes. "Forget everything that led up to this moment,"
"...What?" Dipper placed two fingers over his forehead forehead.
"Forget it," he smiled gently. And when he removed his fingers the patient blinked a couple times until he turned towards his parents with a blank expression.
"...Mom? Dad? Where am I?" Dipper stared at them for a moment as they just brought him into a giant hug. All three of them together.
"You have my protection…" he whispered. He staggered away from them before stumbling with his legs and falling to his knees. He heard a voice call out to him, most likely Ford's, but another voice was more powerful that it made every other noise disappear.
"You've drained yourself," it stated empathetically.
His eye flashed a bright yellow. "All of this could have been avoided if he simply controlled his emotions,"
"Maybe so but you were the one corrupting him. It could have also been easily avoidable if you had simply controlled your own need for destruction,"
"Shut up Will,"
He smiled, his blue hair swaying in front of his eyes as he moved beside the kneeling Dipper. "Does this little experiment finally prove to you that he can control us just fine?"
"Control us?" Bill's magic scoffed. "I was more in control then he was,"
"Is that so?" Will questioned. "because from his mind it seems he wanted to do all those thing. He wanted to kill and have fun and play but his sadness and empathy stepped him back. Replace those to with joy and apathy and you cause him to act more hazardly. In the end you were being controlled by him and his desires. He even made that trickful deal,"
"That deal…" he scoffed.
"Albeit a bit younger than most, he is definitely qualified to control both of us. It's about time you put away your need for destruction and let our master have his emotions back," Dipper stared at him. He laughed softly and placed a hand on his back. Dipper shivered. "I hope you sleep a little better tonight~,"
"That song…" he clutched his head
"Hope you remember that everything is gonna be alright,"
"Shut up!" he hissed as he pushed his forehead to the floor.
"Pale yellow ceilings and crumbling doors~," Dipped clutched his head tighter and pulled at his hair. "There's a ghost in your closet and spirit in your walls,"
"Please… just shut up,"
"This forest isn't safe, there's your conscience in your way," Dipper groaned, his eye turning back to his normal dark brown one. "It'd be better for me to stay in my bed just one more day~,"
Dipper was hugging himself so tightly that he didn't realize his face was pushed against the floor. He opened his eyes quickly, almost in shock, and began to crawl backwards. "Wh-why am I…"
"Dipper," Ford startled him and he looked over at him. "Is that really… you?"
He quickly picked himself up from the ground and stared at them with worry. "Oh-oh my God! Are you guys okay! Are-are those my flames? When did I-"
"Dipper calm down," Ford laughed awkwardly. "Could you let us out?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry," he stuttered out still frightened about his sudden change of locations. He opened his locket and waved them away. Once they were all safely inside he closed it and stepped back when he was given glares. "I really don't remember doing that, I'm sorry," he tried to explain but froze. "Great uncle Ford… why can I see from both of my eyes?"
He stared at them in shock watching as their faces turned from anger to slight disgust. Although he enjoyed having both his eyes back he didn't really understand why he had them. He was about to raise his hand to touch his eye but froze when he caught sight of his blood soaked hand. "Dipper?"
He looked down at himself with wide eyes. "I'm- I'm covered in blood," he was backing away in shock. Tears already forming in his eyes. "Why am I covered in blood? I didn't- I don't remember-" he slipped backwards. For a moment he just sat there rubbing his head until he loomed down to see what he slipped on. He was sitting in a pool of blood. He quickly got up and turned around to see the source of the blood. He only got to see for a few seconds before a hand quickly covered his eyes.
"It's better if you don't see that," his great uncle Ford had clearly said that. It was to late though, he had caught sight of the two bodies before him; one missing a heart and one missing a head.
"Grunkle Ford… what did I do?" he was sobbing at this point. "Please don't tell me that I-" he broke off into another sob and he felt his grunkles grip tighten.
"I'll tell you tomorrow, I promise I will, but right now just try to-" something dropped to the floor and Dipper became aware of the shuffling going on behind him. Suddenly the blindness and restriction became all too uncomfortable. He tried to move away but Ford's hands were to strong. "Dipper just relax,"
No, there was nothing relaxing about this. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be scared of his great uncle, he didn't want to be treated like a villian. "Great uncle Ford!" he fought against him but suddenly felt a small prick on his side. At first he stiffened and began to breath heavily in panic before finally relaxing. The drugs running through his body before his breathing evened out and be passed out still in his Ford's hands.