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Shortest chapter yet by a long shot. Sorry, guys!
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"Look at this, Bill!"
The god peered down at the excitable kid below him, soft smile tugging at his corners. "What?"
Dipper fumbled around in his vest before pulling out a small and strange device. It was red in color, with a metal band going through it.
"And that is...?"
Dipper jammed his finger into the device, flipping out a blade...
and a small pair of scissors...
and a screw driver...
and a can opener...
"It's a Swiss Army knife!" The child said enthusiastically. "It has a bunch of useful tools and things that you might need!" The boy handed it off to Bill, letting the god study and play with it in fascination.
"I got it for my birthday."
Bill smirked down at the kid. "So I guess that day wasn't all bad, right?"
Dipper nodded. "Right. So what are we going to do today?"
Bill fiddled around with some of the tools a bit more, pressing the pad of his finger against the surprisingly sharp blade and snapping the scissors a bit before handing the tool back to Dipper.
"Hmm." He hummed, rubbing his chin in thought. "I don't know. Where so you want to go?"
"Can we go see Multi-bear again?"
Bill gave the boy a dazzling grin. "Of course we can, Pine Tree!"
Dipper grinned. "And this time, can we please just teleport to the cave instead of walking and climbing all the way up it?"
Bill opened his arms up, small sparks of blue flames already dancing around him. "Sure thing. As long as you give me a huuuug~!"
Dipper guffawed openly at the whine in Bill's voice. "Okay, okay!" Still giggling, the child wrapped his arms around Bill as he always did, burying his face into the god's stomach.
Blue flames crackled around them, becoming brighter and brighter, warming his skin up. Sapphire flames danced along his skin, tickling but not burning. The blue fire overtook his vision, swirling all around them. Closing his eyes, Dipper felt the familiar tugging sensation along his ski, as well as the fatigue and grogginess that came with it. Feeling nothing but Bill, Dipper was spirited away.
As soon as he felt himself become grounded once more, Dipper opened his eyes. Leftover azure sparks drifted around them and he slowly pulled away from Bill, who kept an arm around his shoulders as usual.
Flashing Bill a toothy grin, Dipper ducked out from under the god's arm and ran into the cave, already giddy.
"Multi-bear? Multi-bear?" The young child called out as light crackled to life on the sides of the cave once more.
"Huh? Oh, hello Dipper." Multi-bear greeted, slowly rising from his place on the ground. "Hello Mister Cipher." He added, seeing Bill trail the boy as per usual.
"Hey, Multi-bear!" Dipper cheerfully called out as Bill gave a small, polite nod to the bear, leaning against the wall and watching the two with interested eyes.
"It's good to see you. What brings you to my cave today?" The bear asked.
"Just wanted to visit. Haven't talked to you in a long while!" Dipper replied, sitting down and crossing his legs.
"Indeed, it has been a long time, hasn't it?" Multi-bear mused, settling down once again across from the much smaller, younger boy. "So, how have you been, Dipper?"
The young brunet smiled up at his beastly friend and dived right into a long explanation of things at school, home, his recent birthday, and of course, a few adventures he'd gone on with Bill.
Bill stepped forward and sat down next to the boy at the mention of his name, letting his own knee brush against Dipper's.
"-and Bill gave me this cool hat!" Dipper finished up, smiling.
Multi-bear nodded slowly. "It is a good hat. Very fitting for one such as yourself.
Dipper nodded quickly and lightly elbowed Bill.
"Yeah it is."
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"Bill you jerk!"
"Hey! Why are you calling me a jerk?! I didn't do anything!"
Dipper snorted angrily and continued to sprint for his life. "You're the one who lead us to the gnomes!"
"I thought they lived out farther!"
"Well, they don't!"
The boy and god glanced behind them at the mass of gnomes chasing after them, all beady eyes and sharp teeth, screaming something about the betrayal of their customs.
"What betrayal?" Dipper huffed out, already getting a bit tired from all the running.
"Oh, I think that they think that you betrayed them by not being a girl, but a boy. But that's just what I think."
"Oh, shut up and keep running!"
Bill laughed at that and hopped over another protruding root.
Dipper looked up and scowled at his face, diving under some low-hanging branches. His legs were sore and his breaths were starting to come out in short gasps.
He was getting tired.
Stumbling over his own feet a little, Dipper looked up at Bill, panicked.
"Bill!" The young boy cried out in distress.
The god whipped around on a dime, scooping Dipper up in his arms bridal-style and carrying him away.
The young boy shuffled around every time Bill took a step. He could feel the god's heart pound through his chest and clothes, steady but speeding up.
"Bill! Just teleport us already!" Dipper cried out as he spotted a gnome snap at the god's dress shoe.
"Oh yeah! I can do that, can't I?"
The brunet groaned.
Once again, blue flames licked up the two, darkening their vision. The forest spun around and Dipper shut his eyes tightly.
The boy felt Bill fall to a stop, panting slightly.
Dipper leaned against the god's chest, fear slowly trickling out of him. Staring up at the god, Dipper blinked at his slightly flushed appearance; His golden freckles were drowned out by the similarly colored blush. His black and blond hair was ruffled slightly, yet his magical hat was the same nonetheless. Even his bow-tie stayed perfect throughout his sprint.
Dipper felt himself blush a little. He hadn't really realized it before, but Bill was really, really handsome.
Swallowing thickly, the now thirteen-year-old squirmed a little in his arms.
"Okay, okay, we're safe from the gnomes. Let me down now!"
"But what if I don't want too, Pine Tree? You are adorable, after all!" The god said, smirking down at him with a mischievous flash in his eye.
Dipper couldn't help it, he flushed even more.
"I am not cute!" The teen spat, now wriggling more than ever to break the hold Bill had on him.
"Yeesh! Fine, fine!" The god complained, dropping him onto the grass below. "Happy now?"
"Yes." Dipper replied, rubbing his backside from where he fell and slowly climbing back up to his feet.
Peering around, Dipper saw that Bill had taken them back to the Waterfall Clearing. As usual, light was reflected off the water, creating a beautiful rainbow. The water lapped peacefully at the grassy shore as light wind blew through, bending the blades of grass and flowers gently.
Grinning, Dipper bent down and took off his shoes and socks, loving the feel of warm soil and soft foliage under his toes. Throwing Bill a cheeky grin, the brunet walked over to the pond and slipped his feet into the water, his entire body shuddering at the feel of the chilled water rippling around his skin.
Bill came up to his left only a few seconds later, shaking his head slightly. "Oh, Pine Tree. You're such a kid." The god teased.
Dipper pouted and bent down to sit in the wet grass, not caring that he was getting his shorts wet. "So are you!" He finally said back. "And it's worse because you're an adult or whatever."
Bill rolled his eyes and crouched down, not wanting to get his own pants dirty. "I'm not an adult, I'm an immortal god."
"So in other words, you just never grew up."
Bill snorted at that. "Please, being mature is so overrated!"
Dipper shook his head, but laughed nonetheless. "You sound just like my sister!"
"Really? What's your sister like, anyways? You bring her up often."
"Well-" Dipper started, fishing for words. "She's really cheerful and social. She loves meeting and talking to a lot of people. She's also super energetic and really creative. She once made a realistic statue of our Great-Uncle out of wax one time! She always wears these crazy sweaters she makes herself and- yeah, she's really good at enchantments and, well-" Dipper trailed off some, eyes falling downcast. "She's my best friend." He finished a bit lamely, teeth tugging at his lip.
Bill leaned in closer, lightly bumping Dipper's shoulder. "What's the matter, Pine Tree?"
Dipper sighed. "It's just...I don't know. Recently we haven't been all that close and- and-" Dipper frowned, feeling hot and bothered all over.
"And what?" Bill whispered, leaning in even closer.
Dipper took out his Swiss Army knife again to play with, flicking the main blade out and in.
"-And I think Mabel is-is- gods, I feel horrible for saying this, but I think she's starting to not like me as much anymore." Dipper sniffed. "We never hang out and every time I do have time to hang out, she runs off with her friends and when we do actually try and spend time with one another...she just goes off with her friends again and- and I'm left in the dust and I know I'm wrong about this and I know I shouldn't feel this way, b-but I can't help it!"
Dipper pounded his fists on the grass, tears bubbling in his eyes. "I'm a terrible person. I'm t-too clingy and I-I want someone dead and-and-"
The next thing the teen knew, a pair of arms were wrapping around him once more, dragging him into the lap of a frowning Bill Cipher once more. Dipper tilted his head up to look at the god, marveling the way the sun was reflected off his hair and the intensity of his eyes.
He couldn't help flushing.
"Pine Tree, you're fine."
"But- But..."
Dipper fell quiet as a single gloved finger pushed on his lips, silencing him.
The teen's blush spread down his neck and up to his ears.
Bill smirked down at the boy in his arms, eyes still twinkling. "You're looking hot and bothered, aren't you, little Pine Tree? Why don't you cool off?"
The Bill threw him into the pond.
Dipper spluttered angrily, thrashing around some. The pond was a lot deeper than it looked and the teen found that he couldn't touch the bottom with his feet. Arms waving around madly, Dipper broke the surface and took in greedy gasps of air, calming himself.
Stopping the erratic movement of his arms, the boy kicked out underneath to keep float, slowly moving his arms around him under water to help some.
Dipper aimed a glare a Bill.
"Darn it, Bill! What was that for?" The teen snapped, grabbing his floating hat and wringing water out of it before settling the drenched thing back on his head, slowly paddling back over to land.
Bill simply erupted into booming laughter, grasping at his stomach as small tears leaked out of his eyes.
"Pine Tree- you...you l-look like a d-drowned kitten!" The god somehow was able to cough out between bursts of laughter. "A-And trees can't even swim!" The god continued.
Bill fell on his back laughing, giving Dipper ample time to swim closer, finding his footing on the rising, muddy ground beneath him, grabbing Bill's ankle, and dragging the still laughing god into mud and water.
"Wh-NOOOOO!" Bill screeched as Dipper got his dress pants fully soaked and his shoes fully caked in mud. The god's hair briefly faded into a more strawberry blond while his eye flashed red before going back to normal. Glaring at Dipper angrily, Bill grabbed the boy and yanked him closer before moving his fingers up and down his sides, tickling him terribly.
"Wha-hahaah-n-no fair!" Dipper somehow spat out as he rolled around in the shallow water and mud.
"What's not fair is you ruining my suit!" The god snapped back, peeved but amused at the expressions Dipper was pulling.
"Y-You ca-can j-ju-just-hahaha- get a n-new o-one!"
"So? It's the principle of the matter!"
Bill tickled him harder.
Dipper's lungs felt like they were about to burst.
After a few more, painfully long minutes of tickling, Bill finally decided to relent, pulling himself and the gasping boy out of the water and onto the grass, the wind hitting their wet clothes, causing them to stick, and, in Dipper's, case, chilling him to the bone.
Bill tutted and shook his head. Frowning, he raised his right arm and snapped, instantly drying and cleaning himself and his clothes with a spark of blue fire.
Dipper glared at the god. "No fair!"
Bill rolled his eyes. "What do you want to offer, kid?"
Dipper bit his lip. "A hug?"
The blond smirked slightly, eyes flashing. "I think I'm going to need a bit more than that."
Thud.
Dipper frowned. "Like what?"
"Oh, I have an idea. And I promise you'll like it." The god held out his hand. "Deal?"
Dipper grasped it without a second thought. "Deal."
Before the boy knew what was happening, he was dragged right back into the god's lap, Bill's legs wrapping around his entire body, and his arms looping around his waist, pressing him flush against the blond.
"B-Bill?"
He felt the god tug off his hat and let it flutter down to the ground. Before the brunet could say anything else, a flash of blue fire overtook him, instantly cleaning and drying him off.
Thud.
"..."
A pair of soft lips lightly touched the top of his head, holding their place until moving downwards, tortuously slow, before settling on his forehead, right in the middle of the 'bowl' of his birthmark.
Dipper felt as if his entire body was on fire. Squeezing his eyes shut, the teen could only focus on the pair of lips slowly trailing down his face, resting between his eyes for a second before moving on.
THUD!
Dipper jerked himself away from Bill as the sound echoed all around him.
The brunet's eyes darted all around, trying to locate the sound.
"Bill- what was that?"He asked, turning back only to see...
Nothing
Bill left him.
"Bill?!" He called out.
"BIL-"
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Dipper gasped awake as a large weight fell onto his chest, trying to shake him into consciousness.
The brunet was briefly confused over where he was. Sweat slicked him, sticking his sheets to his skin.
Eyes roving the darkness around him, Dipper realized the weight that was on his chest was actually Mabel's hand.
Dipper stared up at his sister, one hand heavy on his chest trying to shake him around while the other grasped at her throat. Weak coughs come from the girl and even in the darkness, Dipper could tell she was shivering.
"Mabel? Mabel?!" Dipper panicked, sitting up suddenly, causing his sister to lose her grasp on him.
She stumbled backwards, almost falling to the ground.
Still panicking and starting to tremble, Dipper jumped up to his feet and turned on the light before rushing to Mabel's side, steadying her and looking at her properly.
Her hair was a complete bird's nest, a display of her tossing and turning in restless sleep. Her eyes were blown wide and dilated from obvious panic. Her hands were wrapped around her throat, knuckles white.
But worse of all, was her weak gasping and pale face that was suddenly turning blue from lack of oxygen.
"Mabel!" Dipper cried out again. Using one hand, he pried open her mouth to see if she was choking on something.
The entirety of the back of her throat was red and so obviously swollen. More fear coursed through Dipper.
What was he supposed to do ?
What was he supposed to do?!
Grabbing her gently by the shoulders, he sat her down on his bed and forced her to lie on her back. Pinching her nose carefully, Dipper sucked in a breath of air before leaning over to try his best to preform CPR.
C'mon, Mabel! Breath!
Straightening up, Dipper took in another gasp of air before leaning back over, covering her mouth with his as he tried to get her to breath.
Mabel clawed weakly at him, eyes bugged out and wide with maniac fright.
"This isn't working!" Dipper screamed to no one in particular.
He looked down at his sister, tears running down his cheeks. With a shaking hand, he petted her head. "I'm g-going t-to get Stan." He stuttered. "T-Try and c-ca-catch your b-breath."
With that being said, Dipper turned on his heel and flung himself at the door, briefly struggling to twist the knob due to his hands shaking. Almost ripping the thing off it's hinges because of his adrenaline-fueled panic, the young brunet sprinted down the stairs, almost tripping and falling four times.
Nearly crashing into the wall, Dipper skidded as he turned and continued to run down the hall to his Grunkle's room.
"STAN! STAN! MABEL CAN'T BREATHE! STAN!" Dipper screamed at the top of his lungs, smashing himself straight into the old man's door, jiggling the locked knob while slamming his fist on the old wood, causing the barrier to shake.
"STAN! STAN!" Dipper continued to scream.
Almost too slow, Stan flung the door open, eyes wide confusion, wearing nothing more than his boxers.
Dipper was too terrified to be grossed out.
"STAN! MABEL CAN'T BREATHE!" Dipper wailed once more before turning around again to lead the older man up into his shared room.
Stan, of course, was babbling all sorts of questions, keeping right on his tail. However, it was like trying to listen through water; Dipper couldn't make out a single thing he was saying. Hysteria pounded through his head, coupled with dread and horror.
What to do...?
What to do...?
What to do...?
He didn't know what to do!
Finally, the two reached the bedroom, screeching to a mad stop.
Mabel was still laying on his bed, clawing weakly at her throat. Her face had gained an even bluer tint to it and her eyelids fluttered weakly, bright mocha orbs dulled.
"CPR isn't working! Her-her th-throat is-is a-all swollen! DO SOMETHING!" Dipper bawled, more tears staining his cheeks.
Stan hurried over to his nieces side and carefully lifted her up. Though great in parlor tricks, illusions, and a few shock spells here or there, Stan was no healer or doctor.
"Go call nine-one-one." Stan commanded. His voice stayed surprisingly calm, but he was trembling just as bad- if not worse than- Dipper himself.
Dipper nodded weakly before sprinting downstairs once again.
Following the boy down the stairs, Stan turned back into the hallway and into the bathroom, yanking the medicine cabinet open.
Mabel had been coughing recently, but the girl had simply dismissed it all as allergies. Hell, he dismissed it as allergies. After all, this was her allergy season, so it was usual and to be expected.
He glanced down at the recently turned teen. Her eyes had fallen shut, but her hands were still grasping while her chest heaved for air.
She had always been a fighter.
Fumbling around, Stan grabbed some allergy medication, along with anything at all for throats and even some cold medicine. Sitting down on the nearby toilet-lid, he carefully cradled the girl in one arm while popping open the bottles in the other, scrambling to snatch up the little capsules when they spilled everywhere.
Prying open Mabel's mouth with one hand, Stan carefully tried to shove the collected pills down her throat. He carefully pried her hands away and stroked her neck, trying to push the pills down into her, past the inflation, both inside and out.
"DIPPER?! ARE YOU DONE YET!?" Stan screamed.
The boy came running a few moments later, sweating buckets and still sobbing. "J-Just got o-off the p-phone. They-They'll be here s-soon." He stuttered, hopping from foot to foot a bit, unable to stay still.
Stan grunted.
Finally getting the pills down her esophagus, Mabel let out another weak cough, her hands flying up to take hold of her neck once more, fingers trembling.
Standing back up, Stan pushed past Dipper and hurried into the hallway, through the shop, and outside, carefully placing Mabel on the couch located on the porch.
Dipper was, of course, at the man's heels.
"You stay here with your sister. I'm going to run in and get a shirt."
With that being said, Stan darted back inside to cover his...less the pleasant hairy torso.
Unable to sit or even stay still for that matter, Dipper paced back and forth, checking on the fallen brunette every other pass. His trembling never did stop, despite the warm air. A light summer wind passed by, causing the many chimes they had to ring and causing the Teru teru bōzu dolls Mabel had made so long ago to sway.
Dipper gave the creations a small, watery smile before turning his worried eyes back over to Mabel.
Her chest was still heaving.
How long had she been without proper air? Ten minutes? Twenty? Thirty?
An entire hour?
No, not an entire hour. She couldn't survive that long, even if she did train herself to hold her breath for five minutes to impress that mermaid guy.
Time seemed to be slowing down around him now that nothing was going on. Dipper could feel each second tick by painstakingly slow, as if the universe itself was torturing him.
He bit his lip.
And continued pacing.
Finally, Stan came back out of the house, sporting his wife beater and even his old pair of dress shoes. He shoved Dipper's own tennis-shoes and a pair of socks into the boy's chest.
"Get those on." the older man commanded.
Dipper collapsed onto the porch couch. Keeping an eye out for Mabel, he yanked the socks up his ankles and slipped the shoes on. Fumbling too much with the laces to tie them off correctly, he simply shoved the strings into the shoe, lifting his foot a bit to step on them to help keep his shoe down and on.
Then, the two waited.
Besides the natural sounds of the night and the normal, creepy noises from the woods, everything was quiet.
Too quiet for Dipper.
Too still.
Dipper jumped up again to pace while Stan sat, still as a statue, hands folded under his chin. Both of them would glance towards Mabel every few seconds, making sure she was still fighting, still-still...
Alive.
Finally, off far in the distance, the familiar sirens echoed. Sharp and shrill, the ambulance rounded the corner as if sent by the gods themselves.
The vehicle screeched to a stop and a bunch of people hopped out the back with a stretcher and a what looked like a small brief case.
Stan shot up immediately and carefully picked up Mabel, carrying her out to the stretcher and laying her on top, maneuvering her limbs so she could be more comfortable.
An EMT opened up the small case, retrieving a resuscitator and strapping it over her mouth. A quick wave of his hands paired with a few Latin words Dipper didn't recognize caused runes on the device to glow a stunning silver color before fading away.
Air started pumping through Mabel.
The EMTs pulled Mabel along, yelling different instructions and orders at one another that neither Stan nor Dipper understood.
After she was lifted into the back, both boy and man hopped in alongside.
Dipper worried the inside of his cheek, drawing blood.
Stan was paler than a vampire.
The EMTs flocked around the girl as the ambulance started up again and sped away, still yelling at one another and the like, trying to get more air into her passageways.
Dipper reached up weakly to wipe away his dried tears, his entire face feeling disgusting. Unable to pace in such a small space, he leaned against the cold, metal wall, twiddling his fingers, watching the scene unfold before him with a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look, mind both spinning at a million miles, yet paralyzed and confounded.
His heart pumped in his ears, in perfect time with the pounding in his head.
His stomach rolled along with the ambulance, gut twisting itself into vile little knots.
Mabel's face was still pale.
"Is Mabel going to make it?"
Dipper didn't even realize he spoke the question, to absorbed in the utter madness around him.
He jumped when he heard the unexpected answer, however.
"We don't know."
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Anyways, moving on...
Did you guys know that Doctor Who is going to be airing on Disney XD?
And that there was a commercial that showed an animated TARDIS crashing into the fucKING MYSTERY SHAck?
That's why this chapter is so late. That is what broke me. For like an hour.
No joke.
The Keeper of Worlds- Hehe, I have plans for that little goddess. I got plans~
JackieLanternXOXO- Oh, you give me too much credit! But I'm flattered, nonetheless. Oh, and before I forget...*hug* internet hug for you!
crabbySeer- Eh, I'm getting better with it I think. I'm a pretty...dramatic? Flamboyant? Writer and that doesn't shift very well when it comes to something like plain sadness. Anyways, glad you liked the chapter
Wildtail of Wind- And that is exactly what I like about them! Honest opinions are the best as they help tell me what I'm doing right and wrong! As for the glitter...I would rather not know :3 I'm glad you liked it!
random name- No worries, no worries. No spoilers here. Everything will come in due time. Trust me ;)
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter
and, as always, thanks for reading!