"So what exactly did happen?" Asked Dipper. The thought ran through his head for the hundredth time that hour that he was sitting in his bedroom sharing a soda with a fourth dimensional dream demon who had tried to take over the world. Bill groaned and popped his back before answering.

"Okay, so I was in Stan's mind. Your uncle Ford erased me, but didn't kill me. He just sent me back to my home dimension. My, ehrm-family- knew I had failed. And that's big in the demon realm. We don't fail. But I did, so I was locked up. Every few hours they pumped stronger and stronger electricity through the chains. Into me..." Bill trailed, fingers brushing one of the scars that trailed the length of his arm. Dipper thought he saw a tear glisten in his eye. He leaned forward and, not knowing what else to do, took the demons hand in his own. Bill didn't look at him, just took a deep breath and kept talking. "But they made a mistake. They forgot what realm I rule over"

"Dreams?"

"No, Pinetree. I rule the entire mind. They didn't count on anyone reaching me through the mindscape. They shut off my powers, but couldn't break the mental connection. Then you came and, yeah"
The two sat in awkward silence, Bill running the pad of his thumb over the palm of Dippers hand.

"Anyways," he snapped, punctuating his words by standing swiftly. Dipper scrambled to do the same, part of him slightly disappointed to find himself an inch shorter than the demon.

"Time for me to go" he said, snapping. A door appeared against the wall that usually went outside.

"G-go?" Squeaked Dipper. Bill turned and looked at him, a small smile playing his lips. "Go?" Asked Dipper again, making his voice a bit deeper. Bill chuckled slightly.

"Yes, PineTree. Did you really expect me to just hide here? To not get revenge? Really, and I thought you were smart" he said, gracefully stretching a leg. Dipper flushed angrily. He could feel the heat burning in his stomach, moving its way up his shoulders.

"No, you aren't just going" he growled. That got Bills attention. He turned and watched the young boy burn with anger. "I saved your life, and I don't even get a thank you!? Or how about a sorry for trying to take over the world? For trapping my sister in a bubble? For torturing my uncle? For almost destroying Stan's mind!?" He shouted at the dream demon. Bill looked at his hands and snapped, the door behind him disappearing. He sighed and sat down again, resting his head against the side of Dippers bed. Dipper did the same, leaning against Mabel's bed. Bill sighed again and put his head in his hands. Dipper stared at the top of his head expectantly. Finally Bill rolled his eye up to look at Dipper.

"Do you think I did all of that because I wanted to?"
Dipper didn't respond.

"I didn't. My 'family' made me. The council commanded me to do it. If I could just live a nice, happy life, I would gladly. But I can't because of who I am. I'm their- their pawn" he spat, a bit of blue starting to flicker around him, anger blazing in his eye. Dipper scooted away, which Bill took note of. He realized what was happening and forced himself calm.

"So I'm getting revenge" he said matter of factly. At this dipper shot up, craning himself over the demon.

"You are not! What, do you want to get yourself killed!? Didn't you say there was an entire council of them?"

"Why do you care?" Bill snapped at him, standing as well, showing off his extra inch of height. But Dipper didn't back down.

"Because I care about you, you ignorant prick!" Cried Dipper, face burning. He felt tears prick at his eyes again, but forced them back. A small victory. Bill appeared shocked, a bit of pink creeping up his bronze neck. Dipper sighed and sat again, burying his face in his arms.

"You know what? I don't care. You're right. Just go" he mumbled into them. It took everything in him not to shriek when he felt Bills arms wrap around him. Instead he jumped, causing the top of his head to bash into Bills jaw. They simultaneously groaned, dipper rubbing his head, Bill his jaw. After a moment, Bill took Dippers hands in his own, staring him deep in the eye.

"Pine Tree," he lifted Dippers hand to his mouth, leaving a kiss on its back. "Dipper," he did the same to Dippers other hand. Dipper was burning up.

"I didn't realize you felt-" he was cut off by Dipper standing suddenly.

"I don't" he said firmly, not meeting His eye, not sure if he could withstand Bill's hurt expression. So instead he stared angrily at the wall, eyes gleaming in the dark. Bill cleared his throat.

"Dipper," he said in the most serious tone he had ever heard Bill take. "I'm sorry" he said, emphasizing the last word. Dipper didn't look up.

"I get it Bill, and I do like you, but I can't just, just-"

"I get it" Bill took his hand, squeezing lightly. Dipper looked thankful. "But I'm not giving up on my revenge. Even if it does kill me, it'll be better than now. Either I win and I'm free, or they win and I'm free. It's a win win, Pine Tree"
Dipper still didn't look up. He sighed and nodded.

"You know..." Bill trailed, holding a palm upwards. "I could use a partner..."
Dippers head snapped up, face serious but excited. Then the excitement died and he lowered his head again.

"I can't help" he lamented, shaking his head. Bill grinned and crouched in front of him, lifting his chin with a finger.

"Pine Tree, you seem to forget that I am a god. I can do things thought to be undo able with so much ease its funny. In case you're wondering, no, I can't make you a god, but I can make you a Mage"
Dippers head snapped up again, face trying to lift into a smile.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously"

A/N: Chapter two! Yay! Thanks for the support guys!

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