AN: I return! Tee hee, hee!
Again, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for all the awesome support! It makes me so happy…*sniff*.
To answer a question from Quiet Leaf, the pain was indeed caused by Gideon. The nausea however will be explained in this chapter.
To also answer the question of magicornis1, Bill will not be too happy when Sixer walks out of that portal, or when those agents start meddling in things, let's just leave it that!
I decided to make my own episode/chapter after every canon episode/chapter thanks to ToothPasteCanyon and his/her constructive criticism! This idea was helped made possible by you so, take a virtual cupcake!
I'll update three of them in a row to make up for the last three canon chapter I posted. This chapter was suggested by ToothPasteCanyon but if you have an idea for the next two I'm all ears!
And again, if there is a problem with the story that I should consider fixing, please, politely let me know (just no flaming).
It means that you care about my work in want me to be a better writer, and if I become a better writer, you guys get a better writing experience! It's a win, win here people!
Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter Seven: Your Love is Killing me:
The covers that were tightened around Bill's body did little to warm him up. If anything, it made him colder. The nausea was sickening and several times during the night he had to try and stop himself from barfing.
Now, he could no longer take it.
Bill threw the covers off, staggering towards the bathroom and heaving out the dinner from last night into the toilet. When he was down he fell on his bottom and rubbed his stomach until the nausea finally left him like before.
Was it something he ate? Was he just stressed? He had a feeling it was something else.
Bill slowly walked back into the attic and sat on his bed. What's wrong with me?
Fifteen-years of loving people? Humans no less? You should've known this would happen. Yin drawled in his mind.
What would happen?
Bill turned to the long mirror that sat on Mabel's end of the room and his eyes widened in horror as he came face to face with his past self looking highly amused.
"What do you want?" Bill grumbled to his darker half.
"Oh, please Welcome Matt. Don't talk to me as if I'm your enemy! I'm you," Yin said.
"I'm nothing like you!" Bill snapped viciously.
The triangle laughed in amusement. "You're hilarious, Welcome Matt! Really, you are!" There was a flash of blue light and Yin became an almost spitting image of Bill, except he wore a gold suit and sported an eyepatch, the eye that wasn't covered was an unearthly gold.
"That's a lie and you know it kid!" Yin said with a laugh. "You'll always be Bill Cipher no matter what you want! I'll always be apart of you kid, always!"
"Be quiet," Bill spat as he turned away from his reflection.
"Your condition proves it, Welcome Matt!" Yin continued. "Fifteen years of loving? Ha! Bill Cipher can't love! It's like a poison to him, so it's a poison to you!"
Bill turned to his reflection and glared at it. Yin grinned back, twirling his cane. "I gotta commend you though, I expected the emotion to take its toll when you where twelve but nope! You soldiered on for three more years! Congrats!" Bill gritted his teeth as Yin tipped his top hat in mock respect. It made Bill want to take the top hat he got from the gift shop and burn it to the ground. I might just do that.
"It'll start with nausea, Welcome Matt, but it'll turn into heart attacks. One day—," Yin snapped his fingers. "It'll end you. Just. Like. That."
"I don't love anyone!" Bill said. "I-I'm only fond of the twins…that's it, that's all it'll ever be."
"Your nausea begs to differ!" Yin laughed.
Bill didn't answer, just gripped the sheets in his fists.
"But hey, I got a solution!" Yin continued. "Murder Pine Tree and Shooting Star, and mutilate their bodies so much that they're unrecognizable! Then when you place the blame on Fez he'll probably be in jail for the rest of his life!"
Bill's head snapped up and his mouth slowly opened in horror. It was one thing mutilating Gideon Gleeful but Dipper and Mabel?
No, he couldn't dream of that.
"As for your parents, murder 'em in their sleep! Then when Sherman Pines comes to weep over his dead relatives you can just stab him in the back. Sixer will be stuck dimension hopping for eternity, and you? You'll be free from the curse of love and Earth will be yours!" Yin said with a sadistic smirk. Bill now glared up at his reflection, shivering in anger.
"But if you don't have the stomach for that—I can do it for you…it would be simple."
Bill still didn't answer. He just wanted that thing to stop talking!
"Think about it kid! You'll have nobody to truly love you and everyone will respect you! They'll be forced to, or else they'll die a horrible, painful, gory, death—!"
"SHUT UP!" Bill punched the mirror, and the glass shattered under his fist, blood spilled from his wrist and onto the wooden floor but the pain didn't register.
At the sound of shattered glass, the twins woke up with a start, Mabel instantly reaching for her grappling hook and Dipper yelped and tossed the covers off him.
"Oh, it's just you Matthew," Mabel said with a yawn as she put her grappling hook back on her night table. Dipper sighed in relief before looking at his brother worriedly. "Are you okay?"
"Uh, huh," Bill muttered dismissively.
"You shattered a mirror," Mabel pointed out. "That's seven years of bad luck!"
"That isn't true," Bill said calmly. He walked towards the bedroom door. "Go back to sleep."
"You should put a bandage on that," Dipper called. Bill turned around and gave Dipper a tiny smile. The warm feeling in his chest returned, but it was replaced with nausea almost immediately.
Bill clutched at his stomach and ran to the bathroom for the second time that night. When he was done vomiting he pointed at his wound, willing a thick bandage into existence. There was a flash of blue light and the feeling of something tightening around Bill's wrists securely. He was really looking forward to the day he could regenerate again.
The blood seeped through but he didn't care much. He kneeled and rinsed his mouth out. When he looked up, he saw an eyepatch, a golden eye, and a sadistic grin staring back at him.
Bill had to stop himself from breaking another mirror. Instead he closed his eyes for several seconds and when he opened them, Yin was gone.
Bill Cipher can't love, so neither can you. Yin's voice reminded him in his mind. Not without dying, that is.
Bill let out a shuddering breath and he closed his eyes.
Just leave me alone.
Laughter filled his head in return. Just take my advice! You'll just finish what you started!
Bill opened the bathroom door and walked down the steps, cringing every time it squeaked. When he almost made it to the hallway, he saw Stan walking by with a lantern, walking towards the vending machine. Bill smirked. He almost forgot about Sixer's lab.
Stan typed in the code before looking around. Before Stan could go in, Bill stepped out of the shadows, causing the old man to scream. He shut the vending machine closed swiftly, his face sweaty.
"Oh! Hey kid, what a surprise…he, he," Stan put on a false grin. "So! Why're you up?"
"There's a lab down there," Bill stated matter-of- factly, if only to see the look of terror on Stan's face.
"Lab? Ha! There's no lab! I'm not acting suspicious! What's suspicious? Is it a French word?" Stan chuckled nervously.
Bill smirked and continued his trek to the kitchen. "Good luck saving your brother," he said, and he meant it. He may still kind of hold a grudge against Stanley Pines but for some reason, Bill really did want to see Stan succeed in saving his brother (even if he was still kind of pissed with Ford).
Bill suppressed a snort as he saw Stan's shocked and confused expression from the corner of his eye.
"Matthew?" Stan called.
Bill turned.
"Who—who told you?"
Bill smiled. "I know a lot of things," was all he responded with.
Bill contemplated giving Dipper's journal to Stan to help him out, but then thought against it. If Dipper, who had never met Bill yet was suspicious of his own brother, than Ford, who hated Bill and never knew he had two grandnephews and a grandniece, would probably recognize him on the spot.
Stan looked even more confused as Bill opened the fridge and poured himself some water.
Food and beverages didn't taste the same when Bill brought it into existence. He tried the day before when he made an ice cream party with the twins. The ice-cream and the soda he made with it tasted nasty so the three of them engaged in a food fight instead, resulting in a messy attic.
Bill smiled at the memory before the nausea returned. Stay down, stay down! Bill quickly took a swig of his water and sighed in relief when the bile left his throat. A second later, he heard the vending machine open and close.
Bill Cipher can't love, so neither can you…the words echoed through Bill's head and he clenched his fists.
Then Bill Cipher is getting kicked out. Bill told himself. Not possible. Yin said, you won't be able to.
Just watch me. Bill smirked.
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"Hey Dip Dop! Wanna have another syrup race?" Mabel asked at the breakfast table the next morning.
"Last time, you cheated," Dipper said looking up from Journal Three momentarily.
"I won't cheat again! Promise!" Mabel said.
Dipper quirked an eyebrow and put the journal down. "You promise?"
"Scouts honor!" Mabel said with a salute. Dipper shrugged. "Okay, I'll get the bottles," Dipper said abandoning his breakfast to get the syrup bottles.
"Ha! Gullible! I'm not even a scout!" Mabel whispered.
"Good girl! Always trick your enemies!" Bill said with a grin. Mabel laughed like an eighties villain in response and Bill snickered.
Dipper returned with the bottles and gave on to Mabel.
"And, go!" Dipper said as they tipped the bottles upside down.
"Go, go, YES!" Dipper said tapping the bottom of the bottle causing the syrup to fall on his tongue. He then coughed. "Ha!" Dipper continued through his coughing. "The prey has become predator!"
Mabel moaned. "Aw! You cheated!"
"You were going to cheat, I remembered at the last minute that you weren't a scout."
"Remember when you got kicked out of your old Girl Scout Club because you 'bedazzled' the coaches face while she was asleep?" Bill asked her with a smirk.
"Oh yeah!" Mabel said then laughed. "Good times! You bought me candy after I did that!"
"How's your hand?" Dipper asked changing the subject.
"Oh, it's fine," Bill said holding up the bandaged hand. The blood on it was brownish and dry.
"So, anyway," Bill said putting his hand back down. "Do any of you have anything planned?"
"Nope!" Mabel said cheerfully.
"What do you have in mind?" Dipper asked curiously.
"Well, I was thinking we could go mess around the woods, look for some paranormal stuff?" Bill suggested.
The grins on the twins' faces said it all.
"Adventure! Adventure!" They chanted and Bill's smile broadened considerably.
He was more determined than ever to get rid of that piece of his demon self that refused to let go. But a little time with the twins could prove to cheer him up a bit, release some of his stress.
You can't get rid of me, Yin hissed inside Bill's head.
He would get rid of that part of him, if it was for the twins especially. Bill would do anything for Dipper and Mabel.
Because—dare he think it? —he loved them.
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"You don't have your top hat with you," Mabel commented as they trekked through the woods.
"I burned it," Bill said casually.
"Aw, but it looked so nice on you!"
"Mabel, Matthew, there's a fork in the road," Dipper announced to his siblings.
The trail on the left was rocky and steep, the one on the right was straight forward.
"Adventurous path or safe path?" Bill asked with a grin, already knowing which path his siblings would choose.
"Adventurous path!" Mabel and Dipper said in unison.
"Alrighty then! Up we go." Bill walked in front of his siblings, carefully scaling the rocky trail.
Bill made it up the cliff followed by Mabel. The two helped a panting Dipper the rest of the way.
"Look at the view!" Mabel exclaimed.
"Technically there's nothing but trees," Dipper said.
"Still a view! Womp!" Mabel playfully shoved Dipper, causing him to lose his balance and fall behind a pair of thick bushes, but his screams lasted a lot longer than expected and there was a thud followed by a groan.
"Dipper?" Bill called.
Him and his sister pushed back the bushes to find a large hole in the ground.
"It's a gateway to Wonderland!" Mabel exclaimed.
"Um, not exactly!" Dipper called from below. "You guys should check this out though."
"Stay here," Bill told Mabel before jumping into the hole and rolling to break his fall. He got up and brushed his clothes off. Looking up he could see Dipper shining a flashlight at a wall covered in runes and vines, along with a few snails.
"Can I come down?" Mabel asked.
"Yup!" Bill called back.
After a few seconds, Mabel came down using her grappling hook and joined her brothers at the wall before getting bored and starting to play with snails instead.
Bill felt seriously cold right now, the cave appeared to be filled with tons of magic. There was so much it was almost suffocating.
"It's in some weird language," Dipper murmured, narrowing his eyes at the wall then flipping through Journal 3. "This place wasn't mentioned in the journal."
Bill narrowed his eyes at the runes and a wave of familiarity washed over him.
"The silver ring reveals the soul and can rip your heart in half,
Be warned for this powerful ring, will be used to entice,
So, unless you are deemed worthy, and deemed good of heart,
The dark beast that guards this place, shall tear you apart." Bill read the poem out loud.
"How'd you read that?" Dipper asked in awe.
"I…study ancient runes," Bill mumbled. It wasn't a lie, he did study ancient runes—he just studied it five billion years ago, and not very recently.
Bill scowled at the cave as he surveyed it, lighting a flame to see. He could remember every language known to man times ten. He knew how to multiply numbers by the trillions in mere seconds and he could remember every gullible naïve person he had ever made a contract with but, why couldn't he remember this? It was so strange…
The temperature dropped a considerable amount of degrees.
"Did you feel that?" Dipper asked.
"I think we should leave," Bill said firmly. "Where's Mabel?"
Dipper shined his flashlight around the cave until it landed on Mabel.
"Look at all the friends I made!" Mabel said cheerfully twirling around. Her body was covered in slugs and snails.
Dipper shuddered. On normal circumstances, Bill would've found Mabel socializing with snails to be funny, but now wasn't normal.
"We have to get out of here," Bill said firmly.
The words barely left his mouth before the ground caved in. Bill and the twins screamed as they fell uncontrollably into pitch darkness.
Bill tried making a rope, or a net, or something but it was as if his powers had suddenly shut off.
"Mabel! Throw me your grappling hook!" Bill shouted, the wind blasting through his ears.
Mabel tossed Bill the said item and Bill instantly shot it into the air. Hoping, praying that it would grapple on to something…
The rope went taught, the sudden jolt almost causing Bill to let go. He quickly grabbed Mabel's wrist, Mabel then grabbed Dipper's.
The three siblings sighed in relief as the rope swung back in forth casually. Bill guessed that the hook must've caught a branch or a ledge.
"You two alright?" Bill asked.
"I'm fine, but I think my slime friends fell…and died. I'm going to hold a funeral for them when we get back," Mabel said.
"If we get back," Dipper mumbled.
"We will get back," Bill said firmly. The rope jolted again and dirt came tumbling down. Bill, Dipper, and Mabel spluttered as some of it went in their mouths. The grappling hook continued to groan under the three bodies, and it seemed jammed.
Just their luck.
Then, at the worst possible time ever, Bill's nausea returned.
Not now! Bill screamed in his head. Please, not now!
Bill could already feel his stomach clenching uncomfortably, and the goosebumps and the shivers added to the already cold magic that surrounded the place.
"Matthew!" Mabel said in panic as she heard her brother's panting. "Don't tire yourself out!"
Bill squeezed his eyes close to rid his head of the dizziness.
He felt something wet fall on his forehead, and after his eyes adjusted slightly, Bill could see the unmistakeable red fluids dripping from his injured hand. He forgot all about that.
"BLOOD…" A loud and deep voice growled from below them. "I SMELL BLOOD!"
"What the heck is that?!" Dipper screamed in panic as two large yellow eyes glowed in the darkness below them.
Bill grunted with effort as his hand became slick with sweat and blood; his grip on the grappling hook handle was loosening.
A wide mouth appeared under the two yellow eyes and a large lounge licked the jagged teeth.
With one last grunt, Bill's grip failed. The trio went back to falling and screaming.
The creature opened its large mouth. Bill watched in panic as he and the twins fell into the creature's mouth. Then, they landed in a water like substance.
The liquid then cleared out, Bill gasping for breath, before vomiting—again. "Dipper!" He called out as he looked around. "Mabel!"
The inside of the creature's mouth—or what Bill presumed it was—was pink and fleshy, all in all, it was gross.
Bill screamed the names of his brother and sister a second time, and when he was once more not met with a response, he began to panic.
He tried using his magic again, to no avail. Bill cursed under his breath and called the twins' names again.
He walked around before jumping in surprise when he heard the same deep voice as before.
"Matthew Pines…or should I say, Bill Cipher?" The creature's voice filled the area.
"What did you do to them?!" Bill screeched.
The creature didn't offer an answer instead it said, "You are confused boy, let me…aid you."
One of the fleshy walls opened to reveal a lone ring glowing silver, sitting innocently on a pedestal.
"You wish to separate yourself from your past self," The creature continued. "You want to care for your siblings but doing so will end in your early demise. The solution would be killing them…but you fail to complete even that."
The wall opened wider. "Take the Silver Ring boy, it will separate you from your other less decent self forever."
Bill sucked in a sharp breath. He wouldn't need to hear the nagging darkness of his past self, or get the urges to hurt his siblings. He wouldn't need to worry about losing his life…
"Matthew!" Bill heard the unmistakable scream of Dipper.
Bill tore his eyes away from the sword and around the pink area.
"What's the matter boy? Does this offer not entice you? The ring does quite a bit. Imagine the power you could wield…" The creature said. It sounded like it was mocking him.
"Quiet," Bill spat. "Where are they?"
"You don't want it? Men have died—."
"Where are they?!" Bill screamed.
The creature said nothing. The wall containing the ring closed and another wall opened. Mabel and Dipper cried out ins surprise as they tumbled out.
"Ugh!" Mabel moaned as she wiped slimed off her body. "This is too much slime! Next time I'm befriending caterpillars!"
Before they could say another word, Bill had the twins wrapped in his arms.
"You two are okay?" Bill said asked as he pulled back and checked the twins for any injuries.
"Yeah, I think we almost drowned in slime though, traumatizing," Dipper said. "I'm going to stare at a blank wall if we get back."
There was a rumbling sound and a heavy blast of wind. Bill and the twins cried out in surprise as they where blasted through a tunnel and back on to solid ground.
Mabel got to her feet and looked around. "We're back to where we started," she said.
Dipper rubbed his head and put his hat back on. "That was…wow."
"Something you should write in the journal?" Bill asked.
Dipper grinned. "Totally! I'm not that traumatized!"
"Of course, you're not."
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Bill stared at the ceiling in the attic, his thoughts going to the ring. He wondered vaguely what would've happened if he had taken the creatures offer. He rolled over to see Dipper writing vigorously in his journal and Mabel writing a sign with crayon that said, R.I.P SLUG FRIENDS AND GRAPPLING HOOK.
That was an idiotic move. Yin spat.
If I had the ring I would've gotten rid of you anyway.
You'll sorely regret doing that…
Bill turned as Dipper closed the journal and put it on the night table. "Mabel, get the light."
"HAND GRAPPLING HOOK!" Mabel exclaimed punching the lantern. "OW! I am never doing that again!"
Dipper laughed and Bill smiled.
No, I don't think so.
You won't be able to love boy!
Ha! Keep telling yourself that.
…A-X-O-L-O-T-L…
AN: So, there you have it! My own original chapter/episode! Hope I did a good job! Also, the cave will be important later on!
Fantasy Freak OUT!