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This entire chapter is terrible I'm sorry. I had pacing issues and I don't know how to fix them.
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Dipper stared down at Mistakes of Men: Gods and their Consequences, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tried to focus his mind on something other than the news he was going to have to tell Bill later on.
He just knew it wasn't going to be pleasant.
But right now, Dipper wasn't letting himself dwell on that worry, no he was too busy lightly rubbing his index finger right alongside the crease of the book inside, feeling the pricks of paper left over from a page being ripped out.
The chapter- which was limited to a single page, was entirely focused on Egypt. Like most chapters, the knowledge it gave was fascinating in its own right and opened many doors to be explored, but stopped at the threshold. Dipper had so many questions tumbling around in his mind, so many thoughts and theories and wonders and now, suspicion.
Someone had ripped a page right out of the section detailing Egypt.
On the page that was left, not much was all that important, something about the Nile or whatever almost drying up and favored pharaohs being taken to bed by said gods, but nothing all that substantial, especially considering the Medieval Europe and Asian chapters.
Flipping through the book yet again, Dipper felt through every page. Maybe it was an accident or another, after all, not all library books were in the best of quality. Especially in a little, backwater town like Gravity Falls.
It took a while, but finally, at the very back in the modern section, there was indeed another page missing by the feel of the crease.
Dipper frowned and leaned back. Despite the feel of the obvious missing pages, the numbers still lined up perfectly.
Like a cover up.
Dipper flipped to the very back of the book, staring at the rune inked in on the back of the back cover.
No smears, no changes, no interruptions.
Which would mean that someone was somehow able to get past the seal preventing damage and able to not only rip out the pages, but change the numbers so no one would really notice.
Heck, he hadn't noticed until he accidentally brushed his finger through trying to separate sticking pages!
The young brunet glanced up at his clock, then turned to his already packed bags.
They would only be gone for a few days. Three at the most.
Closing his library book, he stuffed it into a small trash bag he had, along with the others.
As much as he needed to continue studying the mysterious ripped pages, he had get them turned it. Gravity Falls didn't just let you renew books right away, after all. Something about giving everyone a chance at reading or something. Dipper didn't really understand that train of thought.
Nevertheless, he was out of time.
Stepping out of his room and down the stairs, Dipper checked and made sure Stan was still in the other room making supposedly lucky charms before slipping into the actual shop.
Wendy glanced up from where he came in, a small and lazy smirk already playing on her features.
Making sure the bag wouldn't break, he passed it over to Wendy, who stuffed it into her own backpack.
"Thanks again for this, Wendy. Don't know what I'd do without you!"
The redhead laughed. "It's no problem, really! I'll make sure they get turned in tomorrow, okay?"
Dipper smiled. "That would be great. Anyways, I'll see you later. I'm going to go on a short walk."
Wendy glanced outside at the approaching evening. "Okay, just be careful dude."
He gave her a mock salute. "Please, careful is my middle name." turning on his heal, he strode out the door.
Wendy blinked.
What was Dipper's middle name?
Outside, the young brunet waved happily to Soos who was currently working on Stan's car, unsurprisingly enough. Trailing down the lawn in the slowest, most casual manor he could, Dipper checked behind himself as soon as he thought he was far enough away from the shack. Double and triple checking to make sure absolutely no one was watching, he gave a jerk to the right, disappearing into the undergrowth just like a few days before.
"Bill?" Dipper called out.
The young boy let out a sudden squeal as he was lifted up into the air from the back and swung around slightly.
"Bill! Let me go!" Dipper yelped.
The god laughed at him and after a few more spins, placed the boy back onto the ground.
Dipper whipped around to glare at the blond, mocha eyes still slightly fearful from the sudden weightlessness.
Bill smirked at the expression. He really did love it.
"Heya, Pine Tree!" The god greeted.
"What the heck was that for?"
Bill shrugged, smirk not dropping. "I felt like it?" It was posed as a question.
"Well never feel like doing that again!"
The god laughed.
"So what are you doing here, Pine Tree? Ready for another adventure? Or is it homework again?"
Dipper blinked, suddenly remembering why he had come out into the woods in the first place.
"Oh, no! Actually, I, uh, have some news."
Bill cocked an eyebrow and summoned his cane to lean on slightly. "Yeah?"
Dipper nodded. "Um, I'm leaving, Bill."
"͏W͠H̸A̧T͟?́!" Bill snarled, voice echoing a bit. His sclera started to fade into black, iris burning red...
Dipper shivered in fear, but continued on. "Not forever. Bill! I'll be back! I promise!"
Bill visibly calmed down, eye fading back to normal. "Why and where?" The god demanded, voice tight, but normal once more.
Dipper sighed, shoulders already sagging. How was he going to-
The boy bit his lip before sinking down into the pine needles below, not caring if they pricked him.
Bill frowned and quickly stepped to the boys side, settling down next to him and pulling him into his lap, petting his hair. His eyes reflected a lost sorrow.
And Bill hated it.
Dipper took a shuddering breath and curled up tight into the god's chest, laying his head down on his shoulder.
"Well, it's kinda a long story."
"We have time."
Dipper took a shuddering breath and continued.
"It- It began with a normal day. Both me and my sister were five and had to go to Kindergarten- first year of schooling kids go to- so we woke up around seven or so, had breakfast, and went to school. I still remember what we were learning that day- how to count to one hundred-"
"You have to be taught to count to one hundred?"
Dipper lightly smacked Bill on the chest, shutting him up.
"Then our teacher got a call, telling us to go to the office and bring all our stuff with us because we wouldn't be returning. Both me and Mabel were really confused- this had never happened before- and even more confused when we saw that a police officer- law enforcement- was waiting for us, not our parents."
Dipper took a shuddering breath. Despite those memories being almost eight years ago, he could still remember everything with a scary clarity- every detail all the way down to what he was wearing.
"We were both worried and confused. We thought we were in trouble. After all, why else would a cop be there? However, she explained to us that we weren't in trouble, but still had to go to the station with her. I remember that Mabel wanted to ride in the back like they criminals did and she let us, as long as we stayed good, of course."
Dipper fell quiet for a moment, reliving that day once more by mere words alone. His heart twisted in his chest, a pain dulled with time, but still aching.
"We went to the station and sat in these blue plastic chairs. Cops were all around us and eventually a different cop than before came by."
Dipper sucked in a shuddering breath, but continued on.
"Our parents had been found dead in the small forest next to the park. They had been murdered."
Though Bill didn't care much for parents or caretakers and the like, seeing his Pine Tree so upset, eyes bubbling with tears, made a strange spark of...something go through him. He didn't know what it was, didn't know how to react to it. So all he did was hold the child closer to him, burying his head into those fluffy, curly locks.
Dipper started once more, too lost in his memories to notice Bill's actions.
"We had to go to a home for a while- a shelter for kids without parents while all the legal stuff was filled out. Luckily, there wasn't much confusion and within the month we were sent up here to Gravity Falls to our closest relative. And- and that was that. We go back every year to visit their graves."
Bill was quiet for a moment, his arms woven around Dipper and hugging him to his chest. He felt like the child would just dissolve if he let go, disappear into thin air and never be seen again.
Slowly, Dipper started to wriggle around, feeling a bit crushed by the god hanging onto him.
Frowning slightly, Bill reluctantly let Dipper go, dropping his arms so that they laid loosely across the brunet's hips and thighs.
"Can- can we go to someplace fun, Bill? I don't want to have to think about this anymore." Dipper violently rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, wiping away all traces of tears.
Bill wanted to ask if the murderer was ever caught, wanted to ask how his parents were murdered. Magic? Sword? Dagger? Knife? Those 'gun' things he's heard about, whatever they were? But seeing Dipper's still upset expression held his tongue. He could always ask later.
"Yeah, okay." The god answered before scooping the boy into his arms and standing up, carrying the twelve-year-old bridal style.
"Bill!" Dipper cried out, his voice not quite as forlorn as it had been before, but nowhere near as joyful as it usually was. "P-Put me down! This is embarrassing!"
Bill laughed at that. "How is it embarrassing? We're the only two around and I find you quite cute like this, Pine Tree!"
"I-It's embarrassing to me so put me down!" The boy sent him a pout.
Now all traces of sorrow were gone.
Good. That's how he was supposed to be.
Bill sent the brunet own of his own pouts before setting Dipper back down, keeping an arm wrapped around his shoulder, however.
With a slight tug, the god turned them to the left and lead them through a small thicket. Once again, Bill summoned his cane, using it to push some thorny bushes out of their way.
"So where are we going?"
"Hmm..." Bill hummed, thoughtful. Someplace new that would satisfy the child? But at the same time, not make him all depressed again?
Well, Bill knew the perfect place. Just had to make sure he took the right path this time around though.
"Oh, I know the perfect place! It's a- well, I'm not going to tell you!"
"What? Why not?"
"It's gonna be a surprise!"
Dipper rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless.
Good. Bill thought.
"It's a bit tricky to get to, however. We have to make sure to stay away from the yellow bluockblous."
"...The what?"
"The yellow bluockblous."
"...And what are...the yellow whatever you said?"
"Oh, just these weird flowers who's pollen affects everyone in a different way for as long as your breathing it in."
Dipper hopped over a protruding root. "Affect in what way?"
"Like..." Bill ducked under a branch. "Oh, I don't know. Some get unnatural magical powers. Some turn invisible. Some grow extra limbs, and some even go brain dead!" Bill chuckled. "But it's best to stay away from them."
Dipper narrowed his eyes. If Bill knew all of that, then he must have run into them himself, right?
"How do they affect you? If you know all this about them, then you had to have smelled their pollen at one point, right?"
"No, of course not! Don't be ridiculous! I just know everything, that's all. I'm a genius, after all!" The god denied.
Dipper smirked as he eyed the slight golden flush Bill had on his cheeks.
"Whatever you say." The brunet relented coolly.
"Really, Pine Tree. I haven't."
"And I didn't say you did."
Bill pouted again and ducked underneath another low-hanging branch.
The two ducked and hopped over the forest, trying not to get scratched up as they moved through thicker and thicker undergrowth. The two chatted playfully until Bill started to move onto more...interesting topics, making Dipper zone in and out of what he was saying.
"-like, why grapes? They have no flavor and there are sometimes seeds in the middle. Sure, most grapes don't but some do. Personally, if I was to be fed- and I wouldn't want to be, mind you. Who knows where your hands have been- but really, garlic cloves are the way to go. Not grapes..."
Dipper blinked blearily and stepped over another root.
Bill sure was weird.
"- and apparently they don't behead people anymore? What's up with that? Hanging is so boring, all your doing is suspending yourself from a rope. And don't even get me started on electric chairs. Why can't you humans go back to good 'ole fashioned sacrifice? But then again, I also like that Catherine wheel method or whatever it was called. Funny stuff which also reminds me of-"
Dipper hissed as he almost ran into another branch. Honestly, all of this was really getting ridiculous.
And Bill was still going on about something or another.
Was he even paying attention to where he was leading them?
"- So glasses are like little not-mirrors when you really think about it. I mean, both break and are made of a glass-like substance. One of the better things you humans have invented, I'll be honest. You guys need some self-improvement-"
Dipper sniffed the air, only to get a scent of something sticky sweet, weak but getting stronger as they walked on.
The brunet looked up to see if Bill noticed, but he was still going on about...The Decimal system?
"- Stupid guy, taking my ideas-"
"Bill, what's that weird smell?" Dipper asked, wrinkling his nose
Bill looked down at him and for the first time Dipper realized the pupils in his eyes were completely blown wide, black nearly overtaking the gold.
"Oh, that's just the pollen of the yellow bluockblous. We've been smelling it for a while now~!" Bill giggled.
Actually giggled.
Dipper blanched, glaring up at the god. "What the heck Bill!" He spat.
Actually spat.
Bill giggled a little more and the next thing Dipper knew, he was scooped back up into a pair of arms once more, crushed against the god's chest. "I was wondering when you would start to notice!"
"Bill!"
"Shh...Pine Tree, I have some terribly wonderful news to give you~"
"...What?"
Bill leaned in close, breath ghosting over his cheek.
"Yellow bluockblous make you take on traits of your spirit animal~"
"...What?"
Bill suddenly dropped him. Surprised, Dipper twisted around quickly, somehow catching himself on the balls of his feet. Crouched down low, the boy could see tiny, yellow petals hidden in the grass.
Who knew something so disruptive would be so small?
"Bill!" He hissed.
"You're a little kitty now! Pine Kitty! Or would it be Kitty Tree? Which one do you like better~?"
"Neither!" Dipper snapped, straightening up immediately, only to feel something brush against his ankle, causing him to jump back up into the god's arms.
"You even have a pair of ears and a tail~!"
Dipper's hands flew up to his head and indeed he felt a pair of fluffy ears growing there. Lowering his hands slowly, eyes wide with horror, he carefully felt his backside, feeling a furry tail protruding from his tailbone.
He squeaked.
"Bill! This is all you're fault!"
Bill didn't seem to hear him. Tightening his arms around the cat-boy, he sat back onto the rough grass below, right on top of the flowers that did this in the first place
"You even have whiskers and a pink nose now! Ohh, and I'm loving the eyes~!" Bill leaned in way too close for Dipper's comfort, causing him to squirm. "We match now!"
"Bill, we have to get away from the flowers! As long as we're here, I'm going to stay a weird cat-human hybrid thing and you more crazy than normal!"
The god didn't seem to notice or care about Dipper's protests, opting instead to bury his nose into the cat-child's head.
"...Are you sniffing me?!"
"You smell nice~"
Dipper hissed once more. This was a terrible idea! Now what was he supposed to do? Bill was being entirely unreasonable and there was no way he could get him to move- unless...
Blushing slightly at his thoughts, a horrible and completely embarrassing idea came to Dipper's mind. He didn't know if it would work, but...
Dipper stopped trying to wriggle away from the god, instead nuzzling closer, chest starting to hum in an uncontrollable purr that made the cat-boy flush even harder.
Oh great, this had to happen.
Bill laughed playfully.
Dipper rubbed his face against the base of Bill's neck, slowly moving upward, soft peach fuzz rubbing against the god's skin.
Dipper had wanted facial hair, but not like this. Giving a soft snort of annoyance, the cat-child slowly moved up so he was rubbing his soft cheek directly onto Bill's own cheek.
The god's hands strayed; one to the top of his head where he rubbed between his ears, in which care Dipper refused to accept felt nice, and the other on his spine, luckily still over his shirt.
Getting closer to Bill, Dipper watched with half-closed eye's Bill's own orb disappear under a single eyelid.
It was now or never.
Before he could really think about what he was doing, Dipper made sure to pool all his saliva on his still human tongue before licking Bill's eye in the wettest, most sloppy manor ever.
The god reacted how Dipper thought he would- throwing him off with a loud noise of disgust, trying to wipe the spit away.
"What the hell Pine Tree?!" Bill snapped, hair tinting strawberry ever so slightly.
Without a second thought, Dipper broke out into a run.
He could hear Bill scramble up to give chase- mind too far gone to probably remember he had powers and could just teleport in front of him or something. Squeaking, Dipper did his best not to look back and keep moving forward.
As luck would have it, his new cat-like appearance also lead to some cat-like traits. Sure, he was slowly becoming color-blind, but he ran faster than before and had an easier time jumping and ducking over obstacles in his way.
Behind him was the sound of Bill crashing into everything, completely gone because of the pollen.
"YOU GET BACK HERE, PINE TREE!" Bill slurred, then giggled.
Dipper hissed as the smell of the pollen slowly got weaker as they ran. As soon as they weren't smelling it anymore, they'd be fine.
"No! You have to catch me!" Dipper yelled back, trying to turn this into a game instead of a murder.
Bill giggled in response. "Okie dokie!" He called back.
Dipper couldn't hold in his laughter at that.
He would hang this over the god's head forever.
Weaving around a particularly thorny thicket, Dipper lead the way out as trees once again grew thinner all around, sweet scent getting farther and farther away. Glancing down at his hands, Dipper smiled at the sight of his normal hairless hands, glad to be rid of the thin peach fuzz that had started to grow in before.
Behind him, the sound of Bill crashing into everything lessened.
As the smell slowly receded back to the natural smell of the forest; warm soil and musty leaves, Dipper slowed down to a halt, turning around.
Bill was leaning against a tree only a few feet away, not panting but nonetheless flushing a bright gold color. His immaculate suit and pants were torn terribly in many places, small stains of golden ichor still staining the healed unmarked skin as well as his clothes.
Dipper carefully reached one hand up and one hand behind his back.
No tail. No ears. Just as it should be.
The two- boy and god- looked at one another in the eyes, well, eye for Dipper.
"Never talk about this ever?" Dipper offered, smirking a bit.
Bill grumbled and pushed himself off his tree, stalking up to the boy and lightly gripping his shoulder, blue flames already taking them.
"Agreed."
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Dipper leaned back into the soft grass, watching the waterfall through lazy eyes. All he wanted to do was lay down and forget about what happened and the Waterfall Meadow was the best place to do that. With the calming cascade of water, the gentle sway of soft grass against his skin, and the way the light dimpled the smooth pond- Dipper couldn't think of a more peaceful place.
Bill laid in the grass next to him, hands folded behind his head, staring up at the sky above.
Both were silent with one another, having sunk into a comfortable silence at least an hour ago that neither really wanted to break.
Dipper sighed, his eyes half-closed as he listen to the sounds around him, took in the sights. Magic was buzzing in the air as it always did, an electrical shock that told him of it's presence and reassured him that it was okay for it to be there, that he was okay to be there. It wrapped around him, like a warm blanket.
Like a mother's arms.
Pangs vibrated through his heart, distant but as painful as ever. He could still remember that kind cop's words as he told him and his sister the ugly truth.
Well, at the time, he didn't even know what murdered meant.
He did remember first hearing it though and disliking it. After all, it was such a gross, monstrous word.
A beastly word for a beastly act.
"Bill. Did I ever tell you how my parents were killed?"
Dipper turned on his side, folding his hands under his cheek, curling his legs up. His brown eyes stared at the god stretched out before him, watching the rise and fall of his chest.
Bill turned his head, a flash of his other, void-like eye appearing under the shock of blond hair.
"No. No you didn't." The god said slowly. "Does it matter?"
Dipper sighed and turned his head upwards once more, staring out into the distance.
"Yeah. Yeah it does. They- they weren't just killed by another person or whatever. M-Me...and Mabel didn't learn ab-about this until much...much later but th- they were killed by..."
Dipper let out another sigh, steeling himself.
"They were killed by a supernatural creature."
Both Bill's eyebrows raised. "What creature?"
"I don't know. Either they never found out or- or they haven't told us yet."
Bill narrowed his eyes. "How were they killed?" He commanded, leaving no room for argument.
Dipper bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. He'd never seen the body of his dead parents, which was a good thing, if one thought about it, but the image his mind brought up when he thought about what he over heard the cop's describing...
"Both their faces were ripped clean off, chest open, skin peeled back stomach to sternum, ribs broken off and taken."
Dipper didn't even realize he was talking until everything fell still around him once more. His eyes fell close, squeezed together tight by a furrowed brow. His breaths came in small gasps as the image tried to form in his mind, of what skull would look like past blood and the sight of mutilated flesh and a long-stilled heart...
A pair of arms wrapped around him, gently pulling him face-first into a warm chest. Dipper gripped the front of Bill's vest, burying his face there.
It hurt to remember, to really put thought behind what had happened.
And it always would.
Bill growled lightly. They- they had never told him what happened? Where they just stupid or did they just not recognize the signs?
No, no, law enforcement must have figured it out, but kept the truth from Pine Tree and his sister. To protect them most likely...but all that does is lead no where.
Can't protect the innocent forever.
Bill ignored the hypocrisy of his thoughts.
"Dipper." Bill finally said, voice even and forceful.
At the sound of his preferred name, the young boy leaned his head back some to look eye-to-eye with the god, face red from being shoved into Bill's chest.
The god was grateful to not see any tears in those eyes.
For now.
"I-I know who killed your parents." The words slid smoothly off his tongue, like honey.
Unblemished and true, sickeningly sweet.
Dipper stiffened and his normally soft mocha eyes hardened, becoming cold and...hateful."
"What?" The young boy growled, tight and angry. "They said there was no way to know."
"They lied."
Dipper let out a small snarl and glared up at Bill, eyes wild with an inner fire the god hadn't seen before.
Hatred.
No, something stronger than that.
Loathing.
Bill loved it.
"Who did it then? How do you know?" Dipper commanded.
"It was another god. I recognize her work; she only kills in one way."
Bill sighed as her image flipped through his mind. Sure, she had backed him up last time, but...well, that was near a thousand years ago.
And besides, no one hurt his Pine Tree. Not even in the past.
"Her name is Ace Moonlighter."
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The dark moon hung high above, unseen but there. The forest was mostly quiet, as it usually was.
Well, as it usually was around this part.
Bill calmly walked past the blackened, knotted trees. Old, worn, and hundreds of years old.
Each golden-tipped dress shoe scuffed against the cracked and dry ground, soil stained permanent crimson that could never hold life again.
Even the stars, so high above it all, seemed to dim when peering down at the hollowed heart of the woods, repulsed by the dark history, and understandably so.
Even the little color that hung around didn't truly want to stay, preferring to try and fade away with the rest of the environment and try to pass along into the dark recesses of the forgotten.
However, Bill wouldn't let that happen. He couldn't forget.
How could one forget the place where everything changed, after all?
His eyes illuminated the area around him, a sharp and contrasting frigid cold, pupils thinner slits than usual. Teeth bared slightly, every muscle he had was tensed up, ready for a fight. The god stretched his fingers, feeling his black claws scrape against the inside of his gloves, begging to be raked across open skin, to tear into a mortal being and draw red.
He hated this place. He hated it with every inch of his being. He would tear it apart if he could, ruin and blacken it more so than it already had been, but it was impossible.
The closer Bill got to his destination, the more oppressive the air got, draining him of energy. Cruel and merciless magic buzzed in the air, smelling putrid and making his stomach churn.
He rolled his shoulders back, trying to hang on to himself. This was supposed to be happening. It was the warning.
The overwhelming feeling of rage easily took him up in that moment. Letting out a war cry, Bill turned on his heel and sent a flying punch out at the nearest tree, punching clean through the corrupted bark and causing it to crumble.
Still seeing red, the god turned on another knotted tree, this time ripping his gloves off and flexing his now grown out black and gold tipped claws, tearing at the tree like it was nothing.
Soon, the second tree was dust like the first.
Bill hissed in pain as golden ichor trickled out of the pads of his fingers. Looking down at his hands, the god was relieved to see that his hard claws were still intact, despite the damage to his open skin. Healing it an a flash of blue, he bent down to retrieve his gloves and pulled them back on.
He needed to get a hold of himself. He needed to calm down and not lash out.
The red faded from his vision, his blackened skin receding back to brown.
Letting out a deep breath, Bill continued on his way, doing his best to ignore the strengthening magic.
Ahead, a faint dark orange glow started to burn, a signal and curse.
Gritting his teeth together, Bill sped up his walking.
He just wanted to get this over with.
Bill stepped past the tree line, into what had once been a circular meadow reduced to pretty much nothing. The ground below was even more ruined than before, massive scars the split the earth open, leading to a dark abyss way below. The soil wasn't even crimson anymore, the color having bled out a long time ago.
In the very center of the destruction was a massive seal.
Bill sneered at the familiar, triangular binding. Runes encircled the outside and on the inside, were carved and draw in a way to almost resemble bricks. Near the top of one of the points, a single eye, once again made by runes, opened up brightly to stare at the sky in look of emptiness.
Bill's lip curled at the-the blasphemy before him, blood boiling once more. The air pressed down on him on all sides, trying to force him to submit.
It couldn't- wouldn't win. Bill wouldn't let it. His one covered eye glowed brighter, a sharp and venomous blue that shone through his thick, golden hair.
"Hello, Bill Cipher." A deep voice echoed to the right of him.
Bill whipped around to face him, eyes narrowed. "You fucking asshole. Out of all the fucking places we could meet, you just had to choose here." He snarled.
A sigh.
"Bill, I've been trying to catch you for an entire year now. I had to resort to drastic measures. You know I can't stay in there woods for long. Even now, not even five minutes in, one of my kidneys has failed. We have to keep this brief."
Bill hissed and crossed his arms. "Well? What?"
"They're starting to notice. A few whispers have been passed about already. Miss Cocktail. Madam Madness. Will Zine. Sir Prize. Other gods are starting to notice the disappearances."
"There's been more than that." Bill snorted. "What do you want me to do about it? They wander to close to my territory and I kill and take their powers. Nothing personal. Just want to fucking get out of here!"
Once more, Bill whipped around and let out a jet of blue flames at the seal, letting out another howl of rage while he did so.
As expected, dark orange electricity coiled around the fire, redirecting it to the firmament high above.
The other god waited till the god of dreams was done with his tantrum.
"You need to get a hold of your emotions."
"Oh, shut up. That's your territory, not mine."
"Touche. But back to matters at hand; Some are seeing your...protectiveness as murder. They're not happy."
Bill snorted. "Like I care about that. If they want to complain, tell them to do it to my face."
The other god laughed, amethyst eyes crinkling. "Of-"
Before he could finish his sentence, a stream of blood burst through his mouth. Gagging, he hit his own chest, trying to clear it out.
"My appendix just exploded and one of my ribs broke and ripped through my left lung." He explained in a surprisingly calm manor, thick crimson still dribbling through his pale red lips.
"Time's up then, I guess." Bill commented, slight worry creeping into his voice.
"Indeed. I'll go gather more energy and come back later. You should see how hormonal and emotional teens get nowadays. It's practically a feast!"
Bill rolled his eyes, worry gone. "Just get out of here."
The other god smiled in the darkness, his white and sharp grin glowing in the dark orange light. "Very well. Goodbye, Bill."
Bill smirked.
"See you later, Tad."
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For whatever reason, decided to fuck up my formatting so I had to go back and fix everything. Didn't take long but was still annoying.
This chapter feels really short and everywhere, but is still the average length of a normal chapter...? I don't know. Important chapter comes up and I can't figure out how to write it. Of course.
Guest- Why indeed.
JackieLanternXOXO- Aw~ Your comment made my day! You give me too much credit, I think but I'm flattered nonetheless. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
crabbySeer- Foreign language is impossible. Well, that's not true, but I always have issues with sentence structure. Besides that, everything else is pretty okay. And yes, Bill is an old man. Er, not-man.
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Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this disaster of a chapter, and as always, thanks for reading!