Hey guys!~
W-WAIT DON'T KILL ME YET- I CAN EXPLAIN!
So, uh, I'm Canadian and shit, so... I went to the USA today.
The border was FuCkInG tWo HoUrS lOnGgGgG...
But it was all worth it, because I got the 'Even Stranger' Gravity Falls DVD and a Rarity figure! (From MLP)
Kinda wish I bought more, though. Oh well, my thirst for fandom has been quenched!
PREPARE FOR A DARK, ANGSTY CHAPTER!
-Fly
ggabriellagarcia (From Instagram) Requested...
I came up with an idea of Dipper coming into an near death experience and I decided to draw that!
My Response...
OKAY! So, to explain, ggabriellagarcia drew an AMAZAN PIC! Since I'm an ass and have nooo clue how to post pics, the gist of it was Dipper was kinda like (feelsy chapter is feelsy) dying in Bill's arms and I CAN'T OH GOD FEELS... I'll do it for you guys though. Wish me luck XD (If I ever find a way to like, link the pic or something, I'll do it! :D)
P.S: If anyone's curious, I usually listen to Monstercat while I write. Here's an example:
watch?v=Q1Y_AZ8fJD0
Heh, yeah... Anyway, for now ignore my taste in music and read your heart out!~
Bill Cipher.
The very name struck fear in the hearts of any mortal being- Sometimes immortal, too.
Can you imagine that? Being immortal? Well, Bill sure knew how it felt. It was tiring.
Constant life? Fun, but only if you have someone to mess around with. (Whether they like it or not!)
Now, a demon and all, he had quite the ego. He had every right to, given that he even had a prophecy devoted to him... But some things countered this confidence.
One of those things wore a blue hat bearing his nickname. He was dubbed Pine Tree.
The child never really seemed all that important. As a baby, he and his twin were never so fun to watch. Of course, he never knew that he was the Pine Tree his prophecy spoke of, but how could he? That wasn't his birth name, after all.
Age twelve, and this mortal was playing with fire.
No- With matches. Bill would make sure he didn't burn himself just yet. He had a life outside of his dark games, and that free time was often spent watching the child. Why kill such a harmless, hopeless boy when his only downside was his wit? He was like a new toy, freshly painted and ready for anything this town could throw at him. His Pine Tree seemed to have little knowledge of the approaching darkness, so...
HIS Pine Tree? When did that happen? Of course, the boy was wrapped around his finger like a spool of thread. Yes, he was completely helpless against the demon. In fact, if Bill wanted to, he could haunt the kid like the demon he was, and give him endless nightmares.
But no, although he'd look better broken, there was no telling how much he'd be able to take. This constant uncertainty about the child was what bothered him most, for not knowing something was an unusual sensation. He could just read his mind, sure, but it seemed that even the specimen himself was doubtful of any answer.
The demon was desperate, really. Omnipotence was slipping through his fingers, and it was all because he couldn't mess with a simple mortal boy.
-=[0]=-
"Hey, Mabel, could you pass the juice?" Dipper was exhausted- He didn't sleep a wink. All the confusion with Robbie and Tambry had the whole group buzzing, and even after the concert it was hard to feel tired with a journal by your bed.
His sister smiled, handing over her blender full of Mabel juice. "Glad to see you're finally-"
"Orange juice, please." He corrected, earning a disappointed sigh.
"One day, Dip." She promised, handing over the carton of orange juice. "One day."
The boy only snickered, downing his drink in seconds and leaving the shack with a polite wave. He had plans for the day, and wasn't going to let anything- or anyone- slow him down.
Mabel wasn't going to get him roped into another matchmaking day, oh no.
There was a certain feeling in the air, like excitement and nerves. It reminded him of his fifth grade play, the one where he'd thrown up on stage. With a feeble smile, he pushed the thought aside and walked right in to the belly of the beast.
He didn't necessarily have a chosen plan for that day, but he'd surely find something. The journal was chalked full of secrets, and he had a whole list of things to study!
But of course, the deeper he went, the darker it got. His surroundings faded back into familiar unfamiliarity, causing his grin to widen. This was his favourite part, the feeling of uncertainty. It started out as a nagging voice, telling him something was new, and then an alarm.
How he enjoyed this so much, Bill would never know.
GAH, THERE IT WAS AGAIN!
He'd never know. That thought sent shivers through his triangular body.
Silently cursing himself, he continued to watch the child. The boy squinted in the dim light of the forest, reading directions from the leather-bound book. He'd deciphered them wrong, but it'd be fun to watch his reaction. Where he was going, he'd surely run into some nasty creatures.
Heck, maybe Bill could even pop in for a chat along the way! He tried not to speak with mortals unless he had a good reason, but boredom plagued him and right now things were too confusing.
Besides, what harm would it do? The kid was already so lost in his own mind, he'd be a riot!
With that comforting thought, the demon loomed over the boy. He looked tired enough... Just a little push was all he needed, and he'd be out cold.
Using all his strength, the demon pushed on the barrier that separated reality from the mindscape. He knew he wouldn't break through, but if he made enough ripples between the two...
And Dipper felt something. It tugged on his mind, pulling his very thoughts and emotions like strings on a harp. Usually, angels were known for playing those, but he had a feeling whatever was doing this was far from anything so holy.
Suddenly, he realized how tired he really was. Was that just the pulling, or was he really so exhausted? His legs felt weak, and his eyes shut involuntarily.
All at once, he fell unconscious.
-=[0]=-
"Took ya long enough, kid."
"Bill?" Dipper didn't look too surprised, actually. In fact, it was almost as if he'd expected this."Oh, of course. Now, what do you want? I'm busy." The boy almost smirked. The demon didn't have a mouth, but his expression was still priceless.
"I'm not a chore to be brushed aside, Pine Tree." He growled, turning red for only a moment before remembering what he had come for in the first place. "I came to have fun! I need to be entertained, kid. Now... one lump or two?" With a snap of his fingers, they were sitting at a round, marble table. (Bill more... Floated beside it, but I digress)
Dipper furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head. "I'm not your toy, Bill. I-"
"-And what makes you think that?" If he had a mouth, he'd be smiling. "As if you're actually worthy of being your own possession." With the flick of his wrist, a teapot and two teacups appeared on the table.
The boy was obviously trying to stay calm, but with a demon of chaos in his mind it was hard to remain civil. "I'm a living, breathing person!" He argued, but deep inside he knew Bill was, in a twisted sense, right. He was pretty much a god, and compared to his own mortality...
Nope, too dark. He wasn't even going to go there, at least not with Bill reading his every thought.
"Ugh. Breathing, drinking, smiling, stop it with your weakling- fleshbag crap!" The demon spat, though he sounded more amused than angry. The teapot rose, engulfed by blue flames, and poured tea into both cups. "Drink up." He ordered, pushing the clinking china closer to the child.
"You're poisoning me." He said simply, leaning back in his chair. "I'm not drinking this." He watched smugly as the demon sputtered, looking between the cup and his grinning face. "See? I'm not as dumb as you thought, Bill."
But then the demon broke into genuine laughter, cruel and humiliating. "Oh, boy, Pine Tree! You crack me up- Do you really think I'd kill you? I could've done so already countless times!" The thought made the kid visibly cringe. 'Yeah, that's right.' He wanted to say, but he needed to get a sliver of the kid's trust. If he had just a little fondness for the demon, there were laughs to be shared, and stupid conversations to be had! "Well, if you really need proof..."
Since he was in the mind, and ANYTHING was manipulatable there, it only took a moment for him to dream up a human form. In the blink of an eye, the Dorito was gone and in his place was a tanned, lanky man with a sharp row of teeth. Before the boy could even ask what had happened, the figure snatched up one of the cups and drank the entire thing. "There. Enough proof, Pine Tree?"
The child nodded weakly, unsure how to respond to this. First, he falls asleep in the middle of the forest, and now this? Bill was actually acting somewhat nice, offering him tea and now HE WAS A HUMAN. (on the outside, at least...)
It really was too much to process, as it seemed- His mind was whirring with all these thoughts, and thus the dreamscape shook with it. "Kid, calm down!" The demon shouted, slightly confused. Why was he overthinking it? Was it that hard to believe he was just bored? Heck, if only he knew how dull immortality really was.
It took a minute, but the rumbling stopped. "Okay, okay." Dipper panted, desperately calming down from his panic attack. "Care to explain any of this?" He gestured at the table, and then at the demon himself. "If you were really bored, you could've just gone and corrupted some kid's mind THAT WAS ALREADY SLEEPING!"
Bill bit his lip, something he'd never done before. It was a good, sharp sensation of pain, and brought a gleam of mischief into the demon's eyes. Before he opened his mouth to speak, he bit down harder, but tasted no blood.
He was still a demon, after all.
"You really think all mortals interest me?" He asked, more softly than he intended. "You're a weak race, so few of you actually intrigue me enough to spend... Quality time with them." He drawled, relishing in the boy's every little reaction.
He was almost too insecure, a perfect specimen. Really, there couldn't have been a better soul in this dimension to entertain him. He was holding back blush with every word, internally denying it all. Bill could see how his self-confidence refused to be swayed, despite his somewhat-flattering comments.
Even in a dream he could easily control, he looked so defenceless. It was hard to believe that he was the cause of an all-powerful demon's problems- He was only twelve years old, but his intelligence was off the charts. He definitely looked quite normal, but deep within the confines of his mind there were secrets few would believe.
"Bill?" He must've gotten lost in thought. The kid's voice snapped him back to reality- Er, the dreamscape- and he frantically cleared his throat. "Bill, are, uh... Are you okay?"
Said demon shot him a sly grin, nodding lightly. "Yep! Th-Thanks for your concern." His sarcastic comment seemed to have opposite effect, however, as his tumbling over the words just made the boy laugh. With a roll of his eyes, the demon tried to get them back on track. "Okay, so you can have your tea. It's not poison, as I so politely demonstrated."
Dipper shook his head casually, happy that he seemed to have at least some control over the situation. "Nah, you DEMON-strated. How do I know you're just not using some magic-biz?"
Bill paused for a moment. "Do you really think I'd go through so much trouble to quench a mere spark? You have a lot to learn, Pine Tree." He flashed the boy a teasing smile, closing his lips to hide his dagger-sharp teeth.
"Well, are you going to teach me?" The child asked, eliciting an obnoxious snort from the demon.
"I don't care if that rhyme was intentional or not, but I'm starting to like you." Bill said, sarcasm woven through his dreamy tone.
"I'm afraid the feeling isn't mutual."
Oh, he was gonna be like that? The demon raised his eyebrows. "Yet."
-=[0]=-
The demon was frequent with his visits, often popping into the boy's head multiple times a day. Per the usual, he'd never have a remote reason- He just so happened to be hopelessly bored each and every time.
In exchange for friendly conversation, he offered the child secrets. Of course, he knew that Dipper would gladly chat without any reward, but the embarrassment from giving in so easily would make it harder to get him to talk.
Always thinking ahead, that demon.
Then again, always is a feeble word- Used too often these days to be taken so seriously.
Sigh. The infinitely stretching mind of Bill Cipher was a tiring chore to carry.
Dipper, as usual, was sitting patiently in his room. He pretended to read a book, but the glazed look in his eyes gave him away easily. He was waiting to be pushed back asleep, to see the demon again. He'd grown to trust the demon with this daily routine, enjoying his visits as much as the spirit himself was.
With every passing day, it got harder and harder to think about the prophecy. The boy's fate was set in stone, after all, doomed to an early demise- So why couldn't he accept that and move on?
In one dream, it seemed to click with the boy. "Am I digging too deep?"
Bill only smiled sadly, picking the child up and cradling him in his arms. "You could say you're digging yourself a grave." He'd laugh afterwards, just to fill the silence. They both knew it was no joke, and yet they'd constantly make fun of his own demise.
It was the day he pledged never to die that the demon lost control.
He left the dream in a hurry, not wanting to let those words sink in. Dipper was making a promise he couldn't keep, and that was something he'd forced upon him. His constant forced smiles, false happiness and chocked snickers... They only seemed to make the boy feel worse.
His depression was too obvious, and it made their every meeting so much more painful. Every one felt like their last. The emotions they played with were both physically and mentally draining.
Every moment was precious, and he was wasting them with a lost cause.
A cause just as lost as the demon's mind.
-=[0]=-
He always kept a close eye on the boy.
He did anything he could to stall the child's destiny, the fate of early death locked in place...
But not everything revolved around his Pine Tree, and he knew that all too well. The universe was a place crueller than the human race had eyes to see, tearing life from one body after another. It ripped beats from their already weak hearts, forced illness to cut life short.
It was odd how he found this so despicable, considering he was the main contributor to this hell-forged game. Maybe he enjoyed the antagonist role.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons he hated his feelings for Pine Tree. Uncharacteristic, to say the least.
There were some times when he had to pry away from the kid. He had to deal with greater forces, from his own plans to those of other demons. He had dimensions to burn and towns to crumble, people to corrupt and lessons to teach.
He took pleasure in ending each life, devouring every soul. Nobody he killed mattered, and if they did they deserved to meet such a horrible end. Each death was slow, agonizingly drawn out, and accompanied by the laugh of a triangular demon.
And yet, there was no worse way to die than the way his Pine Tree suffered.
-=[0]=-
Deep in the woods, he'd been hunted. There wasn't enough time to ask by what, or how he'd been caught, but it happened. His story was ending, the final pages singed by desperate attempts at clinging to life.
Bill hadn't got there fast enough. He hadn't made it to the boy in time. There hadn't been time.
He didn't push the boy into the mindscape, despite the pain he was going through- He knew that as soon as those eyes closed, he'd never open them again. And so, in one final, frantic effort, he clawed at the walls of reality on his own.
The silent sobbing was far worse than any screams. The child sat against a tree, mouth opening and closing like a fish. He stared in horror at his wound, a bloody gash in the side of his chest. It burned like fire, and stung with every breath.
Bill was now doing anything he could. If he got there in time, maybe, just maybe he could heal him up. Stall his fate a little longer, get a few things off his chest.
It started with a crack, and then another. The interdimensional fabric bent at his touch, wavering just enough for him to pass through. He fell like a stone, dropping to the ground with a heavy groan.
Of course, demons weren't 'real'. His form had to be substituted with another- In his case, a human's. This dimension was too weak for spirits of any sort, let alone the most chaotic of their kind.
He took only a moment to gather his bearings before he scrambled towards the dying boy. He was gasping quietly, probably recovering from the shock of a BODY DROPPING FROM THE GOD DAMNED SKY. (Or rather, demon-damned)
"Bill?" He rasped, voice shaky and quiet as a whisper. "Bill, I-" He was cut off when the demon wrapped his arms around him, careful to avoid the wound in his side.
The embrace was warm, full of hurt and despair. "No, no, It's my fault." He laughed involuntarily, just under his breath. "I know you're about to apologize." He tightened the hug slightly, feeling the child's fingers grab at his back.
The fingers trailed up to his neck, and then to his head. They played with his hair, and Bill used this distraction to help him into a standing position. A whimper escaped the kid's trembling lips, squinting his eyes shut at the sudden increase in pain. "Oh... Okay, that hurts." He seethed, resisting the urge to touch his side.
Bill felt tears welling up in his eyes. "No... C-C'mon, kid, stay with me... We'll get you fixed up, okay? Just let me carry you..." He tried to left him up, but the strangled cry that followed forced him to give up.
Dipper opened his eyes tiredly, feeling his life already dancing away. "B-Bill, I just wanted to say-" He stopped for a moment, forcing himself to take in an agonizing breath. "I'm sorry I c-couldn't m-make it." He sobbed into the demon's chest, burning his head in the crook of his neck. "I broke our promise, Bill..." He whispered, shaking uncontrollably.
"D-Don't say that!" Bill shook his head, pushing the dying boy away. "Quit scaring me!" He demanded, but the look on Dipper's face was a clear message he wouldn't get to the hospital in time. "I- WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO WITHOUT YOU? I CAN'T REPLACE YOU, KID!" His voice rose in both volume and pitch as he held the boy up. "I... Damn it, I love you, okay?"
Dipper smiled at the comment, taking one final breath. "I'm afraid the feeling is mutual." He whispered gently, content that the last thing he'd see would be the demon's golden hair.
Wavy like the ocean, yellow like the sand. He imagined himself on the beach, rolling into the water, leaving his life behind...
And Bill could only watch as his eyes shut, heart ceasing to beat. He stifled a scream with the boy's lips, knowing he'd never be able to feel it be returned.
He had no idea how in hell he'd get back into the mindscape, but immortality wasn't something he was in a hurry to return to right now.
So he sat in the forest, gloomy and alone-
Kissing a dead body as dark blood stained his clothes.
It's so early... Like, I wake up in a few hours, guys...
AND IT'S NEW YEARS FUCKING EVE.
Well, I'm gonna pass out!
Love you all, whether the feeling it mutual or not! -triggers my own feels-
BRB -screaming downstairs-
"IT'S NOT TEARS MOM IT'S LIQUID SWAGGER"
-Fly