From SophiaCrutchfeild: "Oh, hey, could you do something for what Bill was doing to Dipper's body between the car ride and his scene in the show? Please? I want to know what Bill did to Dipper's hands! :)"
I've written something similar to this before but why not?
Unfazed
Getting himself into that costume was a lot harder than it looked. How did these fleshbags deal with such things each day? Bill sighed internally as he navigated his way backstage, trying to ignore the (terrible) music from Shooting Star's play. The journal was supposedly in the cake hanging from the ceiling, but that wasn't going to come down for quite some time. What was he supposed to do until then?
Bill sighed out loud this time as he neared one of the dressing rooms. From the look of its interior, it appeared to be Shooting Star's. He snickered as he imagined her expression when he took the journal and destroyed it. Well, more like Pine Tree's, seeing as he was the on more attached to it.
Speaking of which, where was the kid? He hadn't caught up yet, it seemed.
The demon noticed something sticking out of the drawer to his right and he cocked his head before pulling at it. He cackled when it got stuck before it came flying out. Oh, just another sock puppet. Funny, this one looked like a failed version of Pine Tree.
He tossed it behind him and stuck his hand into the drawer. A wicked grin lit up his face as an idea came to mind. No one was around to notice his weird behavior, so why not?
With a wide grin, Bill slammed the drawer on his small hand (technically, it was Pine Tree's) and laughed at the sharp stinging pain that came. "Oh, man, this is hilarious! It's like I'm being pricked by a thousand needles! Say, I should give that a try later..."
He slammed the drawer a couple more times before removing his hand, which was nearly limp and felt a little funny. "I wouldn't be surprised if I broke something. Whoops! Wonder what Pine Tree would think of this, haha!"
Yeah, Dipper wasn't happy when he found out the demon nearly broke his hand.