Hey everyone! So sorry I couldn't upload a chapter last night, the wifi at my school's been down for awhile, but luckily it seems to be back on track! So here you guys go, chapter 7 of "Remember Me"!

Here we find out a rather...interesting development :3 also, things start to get a bit heated! I hope you guys enjoy it! And as long as the wifi holds up, I'll be uploading another chapter tomorrow night!

Chapter 7: Demons Are So Cruel

I could tell by the look he was giving me that the same thought came into his mind, as well; or maybe he'd just read it from mine. He chuckled and shook his head slightly, "You just think you're so smart, don't ya kid? Think you know everything?" I crossed my arms, glaring back at him as I huffed in annoyance, "You're pretty easy to read." That wasn't a true statement, and in all honesty I wasn't really sure why I said it at all. Arrogance, maybe? Pride? Who's to say; either way, I could immediately tell he wasn't very pleased by it, even if he knew that it was a lie. He gave me a look of both disbelief and intrigue, his grin widening as he took a step towards me again. This time, however, I stood my ground. This only seemed to interest him more. "Oh, is that true? I'm like an open book to you, aren't I Pine Tree? Well how about I share something with you, something that I bet you didn't know," The look in his eyes gave me a vague idea of where he might've been heading with this, and if I was right, I wanted to distract him as quickly as possible. "Listen Bill, I—"

"You remember how I said I'd been hiding out in that brain of yours for about six years now? Well, even if I wasn't able to manifest myself during that time, that doesn't mean I wasn't still around," I tried to deter him again, but he only continued to cut me off, "Around to see what you saw, hear what you said." His eyes darkened again, his voice low as he stepped right up to me and leered down, "Watch your dreams. Hear what you thought." My mind instantly filled with panic; was he being serious? There's no way—"Oh but there is, my little Pine Tree. I was there the whole time. During class, when you would stare out the window and daydream, not paying any attention to your teachers."
"S-stop…" I raised up my hands, pressing them firmly against his chest in an attempt to keep him away as he inched closer.
"When you desperately tried to think up excuses to tell your sister, about why you didn't want her to set you up with anyone."
"Bill, stop," My back hit the wall. Again. Bill didn't even have to try and trap me, I was apparently pretty good at doing it myself. I shut my eyes, squeezing them tight and shaking my head to try and block out what he was saying, "Stop it…!"
"When you lied to your parents, telling them that the reason you had such restless sleep was because of nightmares."
"No…no, stop! Stop it!" I barely even noticed as my wrists were grabbed and pulled from his chest, suddenly replacing themselves against the wall by strong hands.
"Those nights alone when you were so lost in the pleasure, thinking there was no one around to hear you. Well I heard you. Every. Single. Time."
"N-no, no this can't be happening, this can't—" But I knew that it was. I knew exactly what he was saying. And I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him from saying it.
"Whose name were you calling out, Pine Tree?"

My breathing quickened, my heart beat rapidly increasing as I tried my best not to look at him. The reality of the situation was slowly sinking in; he'd been there the entire time. He saw it all. He heard it all. How was I supposed to deny what he was saying when he'd actually been there for it? I knew that no matter what I said, no matter what I did, I wouldn't be able to lie my way out of this one. And that was a scary thought. Bill Cipher having something against me was one thing, but this wasn't just "something." This was everything. "Y-you said…" I finally spoke up, but I still had nowhere near enough courage to actually look at him, so I simply kept my eyes closed, "You said that you…saw my dreams, too…?" He let out a soft chuckle, and I felt him slowly loosen his grip on my hands and move back. His next words were not at all what I'd expected. "How do you think you knew what my human form looked like, kid?" My eyes shot wide open, my mouth slightly agape as I stared at him in disbelief, "W-wait…are you saying that you made me have those dreams?" I had to admit that I felt kind of hopeful; if Bill had been the cause, then the implications wouldn't all be on me. Right? "Sorry kid," He shrugged and grinned mischievously, "I didn't make the dreams. I just helped with them." He gave me a wink before turning and walking smugly out of the room, leaving me there to try and comprehend everything he'd just told me. If he hadn't actually given me the dreams, then…I didn't really want to think about what that meant for me. What I did know was that I couldn't just stand there and let my mind race; no, I had to think of something else. That or risk losing my sanity.

I reluctantly followed him into the living the room, where I found him sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other and a smirk on his face that would have put Lucifer himself to shame. He looked at me intently, slowly reaching his hand over and patting the spot next to him. For some reason, I couldn't resist going over. Almost as if he were compelling me to. The few steps over to him felt like they were in slow motion, and I could hear my heart beating loudly in my chest as I watched his eyes wander over me. I sat on the very edge of the seat, my body stiff as I wrung my hands in my lap and looked everywhere in the room but him. "You know," He suddenly spoke up, and I could feel him leaning closer to me, "That's one thing I never understood about you humans." I finally forced myself to look over at him, our eyes meeting and only seeming to cause my heart to beat even faster, "W-what's that?" Before I knew what was happening he had has arms on the couch on either side of me, and his knee in between my legs as he pushed me back and leered over me, "You all think you're so good at hiding how you feel. Well not around me, Pine Tree. Your body doesn't lie." I tensed as I felt his hand slowly begin to trail down my chest, my eyes wide and confused as I stared up into his, "W-what are you—?"

The sound of the front door opening made the both of us jump, Bill pulling back so quickly that I barely even saw him move at all. He glared heatedly in the direction of the intruder, obviously pissed that he didn't get to continue with…whatever that was. "Dipper, you home?" I instantly recognized the voice, and by the panicked look on Bill's face, so did he. It was Stan. I watched curiously as Bill seemed to freeze up, clearly trying to figure out what to do. I had to admit, it was pretty interesting to see him express such a rare emotion: fear. But it wasn't Stan that he was afraid of; no, it was whether or not Ford was with him. I opened my mouth to call for him, but the sudden look from Bill completely shut me up. So we both simply waited in silence, listening intently to figure out if Stan was alone or not. The sound of only one set of footsteps entering the house confirmed it. "Dipper?" He called out again, and this time Bill prompted me to answer instead. I stood up, cautiously walking by him as I made my way over to the entryway and met with Stan. "Hey Grunkle Stan," I smiled happily and hugged him, relieved that I was no longer alone with Bill, "Good to see you!"

"You too kid," He pulled back to look at me, his hands on my forearms and a guilty smile on his face, "Sorry again that Ford and I couldn't make it to graduation. I tried to convince him to cut the trip short, but you know how he can be." I nodded and laughed, "Don't worry, I know exactly what you mean. But like I said it's no big deal, you guys didn't really miss much anyways. It was pretty boring to be honest." He chuckled and shook his head, his eyes trailing passed me and growing confused as his gaze seemed to stop on something; I didn't really have to guess what he was looking at. Or rather, who. His arms dropped back to his sides, a curious smile on his face as he motioned past me, "Who's your friend, kid?" I glanced over my shoulder, only to find that Bill was now standing behind me at an uncomfortably close distance. Our eyes locked, and I gave him the best "don't you dare" look I could muster. But, of course, he didn't heed my warning at all.

Before I even had the chance to respond his arm snaked its way around my waist, pulling me closer to him as he flashed Stan a devilish grin. "Bill!" I seethed through gritted teeth, immediately trying to pull away from him. It didn't work, his grip on me only growing tighter the more I struggled. "Bill, huh?" My attention turned back to Stan as he repeated the name, his mind seeming to wander for a moment as he thought. I could practically feel the worry radiating off of Bill from beside me, and I wondered if maybe Stan had actually put two and two together. He seemed to snap back a moment later, however, a polite smile on his face as he extended his hand out, "Nice to meet you Bill." This seemed to calm the demon as well, his body relaxing as he shook my great uncle's hand, "And you must be Stanley, right? It's nice to finally meet you, too. Dipper's told me a lot about you." I watched as Stan tilted his head, obviously eyeing the two of us up curiously and with an interested smile on his face, "So uh, how long have you and Dipper been…acquainted?" He wiggled his eyebrow suggestively as he said the last word, not even trying to hide what was going through his mind. I couldn't help put slap my hand against my forehead and groan; now everyone was ganging up on me. "Oh, it's been quite a while now. Years even." I looked up to see Bill glancing over at me, that smug look still plastered on his dumb face. Was he really going to keep going with this stupid act? A sudden discrete but sharp jab to the ribs answered that question for me. I glared up at him in protest, slowly but surely reaching my limit with the way he was acting. It was bad enough that I had to be stuck with him, but making my family believe that we were…together? Demons could be so cruel.