I trust him (BillDip)

Chapter 25

Horrifying 

"Next thing I'm gonna cut are those claws of yours, you know!" Dipper yelled while making his way out of the ballroom and to his room. In an attempt to avoid unwanted stares, he had to suppress the roar-like-laugh he was about to release any second, by replacing it with light giggles.

As he reached the room he was provided with, he slammed the door shut and let his voice free. Laughing so loud, probably the whole house could hear him. But he couldn't care less. And so, he walked to the desk and took the scissors he used earlier as well as the gauze he bought in town.

Then he walked into the bathroom. The first thing he did there was to cut the loose gauze that was hanging from his arm. Surprising or not, there wasn't all that much blood. The gauze wasn't completely soaked, but there were still small drops of red painting the sink.

After throwing away the used gauze, he washed his arms.

What he was about to find there were red skin and scratch marks. The somewhat deeper scratches were only three and the rest were shallow, hence not much blood was found there.

Gently running his fingers over the tattoo, he let a light, almost inaudible gasp, which overcame his laughter. The tattoo was almost hidden under the scratches, some of which were reaching his elbows.

The pain. The immense pain he was supposed to feel... had morphed into a pleasant feeling. He was confused. Terrified. He didn't know what to do in such a situation.

"Is this pain? I can't really tell." Dipper said to himself. Even if he sounded calm, he was freaking out. He was a complete mess. He knew he was. Or at least, he found out when he finally decided to look himself in the mirror.

Horrifying sight.

Slightly pale skin. Deep dark circles around his red, puffy eyes. Tear-stained cheeks. Big nesty mess of a hair. And a wide, toothy smile. The kind that could send chills down your spine. And so, it did.

Seeing himself like that made him finally drop the smile that he carried on his face since he started dragging Wendy across the ballroom.

"What is this?" He asked himself. "Why do I feel so... so-"

"Good?" Bill decided to interrupt.

"...Yeah." Although a little startled, the brunet managed to keep a poker face. "What do you want?" He tried to sound as harsh as possible, but in reality, he was just happy he had someone to talk to, instead of listening to the dead silence.

"Not happy to hear from me, I suppose?" At that, Dipper had a light brainstorm which hinted to him that Bill couldn't read his thoughts. Not knowing if that's going to be a problem or a blessing on his side, he decided to continue the conversation.

"I like talking with you." Some silence followed.

"...You have to free me before Sixer finishes the demon detector. In other words...tonight."

"I told you to find someone else." Dipper answered while staring himself into the mirror.

"That is not possible."

Dipper sighed and thought it was about time he joined his friends again. So, he took off the light gray, short-sleeved shirt he wore. After dropping it in the sink, he bandaged his whole arm, while leaving only his fingers in the open.

Leaving the bathroom, he walked to his backpack, pulled out his favorite hoodie, and put it on. His dark blue jeans didn't have any blood on them, so he was good to go.