Dipper was asleep, but he felt like every fiber of his being was being tortured. It was like hell was in his body, but he knew it was just a dream... right? Was it just a dream? It felt too real.
Dipper rolled onto the floor due to a sharp pain in his side. It felt like someone was taking a knife and digging up into his ribcage, slowly making it's way to the heart. He started panting and sweating furiously. He honestly thought that he was going to die, but he didn't know how? Yes, Bill had hurt his body, but they were minor injuries... wait. Bill. Was he the one causing this?!
Dipper went from being in agony, to becoming furious with the dream demon that had tampered with him. He balled his fists in fury, then he screamed louder than he ever has.
" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
His hands were... ON FIRE?!
"WHAT THE HECK IS THIS? IS THIS SOME KIND OF CRUEL JOKE BECAUSE I'M NOT LAUGHING!"
Dipper looked at his hands a littler closer. The flames were slightly hot, so he knew they were real, yet somehow they didn't hurt him. The color is what enraged Dipper the most about them. They were blue... LIKE BILL'S!
"OK! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, DEMON! SHOW YOURSELF!"
Nothing happened.
Dipper, hands still on fire, was about to open the journal to see if there was anything on this, but he stopped himself.
"What if I burn it?!" Dipper thought. He was going to just have to remember.
"Okay, so... what was it...?" thought Dipper aloud.
He began pacing back and forth, trying to think of the answer to his own question.
He didn't know how much time had passed. Everything felt like mere minutes rather than an hour. He looked at the clock. 1:46. He groaned, then continued his pacing.
He was ready to give up, and maybe figure this out in the morn-no. "Something like this can't wait, but maybe Mabel could help me..." the pacing boy thought, weighing his options.
"...but what would Mabel know about this? I need to solve this as soon as possible..."
After a few more minutes of pointless pacing, and he discontentedly decided that this should just wait until morning.
He was slowly dragging himself back to his bed, wincing in discomfort, even though it had died down. He was at the edge of his bed, when he glanced at the mirror in the room.
He made a contorted expression of horror and curiosity. Dipper took slow, heavy steps. He moved like something was pulling him to the mirror. As if someone was making him move.
He gasped in complete terror.
Something in the mirror had caught his eye. His eye. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIS EYE?!
He became terrified once again as he gazed upon his reflection. His eye was glowing... yellow... and had more of a cat eye pupil instead of a human one. He felt something urging him to form a triangle around his eye. It felt so... right.
He shook his head violently to clear his seemingly warped thoughts. There was no longer a doubt in his mind that that stupid demon was doing all of this.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, BILL?!" he angrily called out, turning his head to face out the window, remembering how Bill gave the illusion his eye was on the moon. He was enraged.
His eye glowed brighter and started to obtain an orange tint from his anger. He clenched his teeth, and narrowed his eyes. He looked like he was ready to murder someone. And he did.
He turned around once more to look in the mirror. He looked so... evil...
Seeing himself, he dropped down onto his knees, and cupped with face with his hands. Then he started to cry.
"How could this happen?" he asked, his soul completely shattered. The realization of what was happening had hit him like a hurricane.
He was a demon.