Creepyfalls

by the-amateur-with-an-idea

One fateful night Dipper hears a sound and goes into the woods to investigate, what he finds there is a teen bent on killing him. He doesn't know what to do but luckily Bill does. See Bill never said he would use his puppet only once./ The Slender Mansion has been sucked into the real world and the Creepypasta's attention is caught by a certain 12 yr. old possessed boy. Bipper!

2. Chapter 2

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Bill's perspective

He had felt it the collision with the sharp object and Dipper's arm, but he hadn't seen it. He felt the barrier snap. "Wow that was fast." He thought as he started to take over the meat sack that he was sharing with the annoying brat Dipper Pines for the time being. His physical appearance changed with the difference of soul energy that now occupied the body. His eyes were now glowing yellow with black slits in the middle and his posture was much straighter. The body was no longer Dipper's. It was now Dipper controlled by Bill or better known as Bipper. He looked up at the teenager in front of him with a very sadistic grin playing across his face. His eyes took on a menacing and playful tone. He looked back down at the muscles and tendons that were now in plain view and then at the piece of flesh that had been ripped from Dipper's arm. He looked up to the starry night sky and let out an evil, blood chilling laugh. He brought his attention back to the man in front of him. He was well built, tall or at least taller than Dipper (which wasn't saying much), with a pair of goggles on his eyes and a mouth guard covering the lower half of his face. He wielded two hatchets: one new and the other rusted and worn out, and had, what seemed to be a perplexed expression on what could be seen of his face. "Hello friend. Thank you for the much needed wound. I haven't had any proper pain in this body yet, so I really must thank you." Bill lightly said as if making small talk in a sadistic tone. "But I must warn you that this is my body and I can't afford for it to expire." Bill started circling the teenage boy who was now holding a defensive position with both hatchets in hand. "But I'll tell you what. We can make a deal. You get a couple good swings. I've needed the practice." After this Bill took a few seconds to lick his wound one time enjoying the taste and rush of pain that came with the motion. "You can't kill me of course, but we spar for a bit. You win and I let you leave with all your limbs." With this the teen gave a scowl and Bill felt his cockiness show through his brow. "You see I know that I can't kill you. I can see it in your aura. But I win and let's just say that I can take a souvenir to take back home with me." Bill let a devilish smile crawl across Dipper's features. "You win and I will grant you one request. Anything you could ever want… So do we have a deal?" The teen just looked down at the boy sizing him up before saying nothing and charging for another attack. He lunged where Bipper had been but BIpper had vanished at inhuman speed. "Oh. No. no. That will not do. It's a yes or no question. Not answering doesn't count." Bipper sneered from the teens old position in the middle of the clearing. The murder did not answer again as he charged once more. He was right in front of the boy when he brought the hatchet in his right hand down to split the boy in two when he vanished right before his hatchet could make contact. The force the teen had put behind the hatchet made it sink into the ground. The teen tried to pry it back up but it was locked into place. "Tsk. Tsk. You just can't seem to grasp the rules now can you?" Bipper yelled while sitting on the tall branch in the nearest tree. It was definitely taller than the boy could have reached and seemed almost impossible that the small boy could have climbed up it, especially with his arm cut open so violently not a few minutes before. The murderous teen looked up to be greeted with glowing yellow eyes with black slits instead of pupils. That's all he could see but that was enough. Bipper jumped from his vantage point and confronted the teen face to face. The older boy swung his hatchet in between the younger boy's words as he spoke. They danced around the field with the older boy swinging wildly and the younger backing away and missing the strike. "Unfortunately- you- are- too- slow" The older boy was clearly not listening to Bill's words. This aggravated the evil dream demon more than he could say. His words were always his sharpest weapon and for someone to ignore them was to stab him with his own knife. He had had enough of the dancing, of the defense. He used his blue magic. His hands glowed with blue light and he raised them sharply. Suddenly the hatchet that was formerly stuck in the mucky ground broke free and soared to be held in Bipper's hand. Bipper ran to the teen and started an impromptu axe on axe "sword fight". Although the teen should have the upper hand with his strength and size and Bipper should have had the upper hand with his knowledge and magic neither could get a hit on their opponent. In the end Bipper rushed at the teen with his stolen weapon and tackled him to the ground with strength that could not have been used by Dipper alone. He decided to attack the left arm right at the shoulder joint. He put about half of the force he could muster behind the blow before smashing the sharp rusted edge of the hatchet against the boy's skin. He did not cry out in pain as Bill had expected. He hadn't even asked for more as Bill would have done if he were in that position. No, he did nothing. At least that is what Bill had thought before he felt a hatchet slightly bury itself into Dipper's side just above the bruise the boy had gotten when Bipper had fought Mabel back at the theater. "Wow. You really buried that in there didn't you?" Bill said through gritted teeth, "Thanks". There was only human feeling Bill understood and enjoyed and that was the concept of pain. He grinned even wider, if that were even possible and the teen went to remove the hatchet buried in the boy's side but the teen hadn't removed the weapon quick enough. The teen found himself pulling his hand back to get ready for a second strike but he had no weapon to strike the boy with. The teen seemed to be taken aback but was still pinned to the ground by Bipper on top of him. Bill's evil grin grew to an almost inhuman proportion to his face. He took the first hatchet out of the teens arm striking again. This time both boys heard a loud crack as it seemed the ball and socket joint that held the teen's arm in place snapped a part into two separate parts leaving a very nasty wound gushing with blood.

Hopefully you could all understand the Creepypasta I was describing (If you didn't it is supposed to be Ticci Tobi.) My intention wasn't to confuse but since the chapter is in Bill's perspective and Bill doesn't know Tobi's name it would be weird if I used it. Anyway, I wanted to ask you guys, "Who should Bill meet next?" and "Should Dipper be able to remember the attack or not know that anything happened?" I have some ideas but I would love to hear what you guys think! Remember to review with what you think and I will see y'alls next week (hopefully)!