Dipper made a deal at a very young age with a certain demon.
Dipper's parents left him with his Stan at the age of 5. Dipper was filled with sorrow, not as much as Bill though. He found someone that would be with him. Though Dipper thought that day...
I set the book on my desk. I was alone in the lab now so I can figure out how to stop this demon from being happy. He will pay for betraying me, wronging me. This child will help with my revenge. He will never remember Cipher ever! I will not allow this child to even be with any demon.
I grab my memory gun. It malfunctioned. I was confused. It should have worked. I tried again and little snippets of memories came out. I had them in a jar of some sort. I watched it.
"Mr.Cipher! Mr. Cipher." The voice seemed to be drowned.
It went black. These boy memories are being protected by ancient magic. Someone has equal knowledge of the demon but who. I'll take a blood sample from the boy looking at it under a microscope. There is the essence of demon blood, but why? It's like this child was made of demon magic. I need my books. I need to remember all the demons that laughing bastard was associated with. I sighed as I heard the boy crying and sniffling. What caught my attention he was mumbling. I walked closer to listen to his words.
"Mister Cipher...who are you?.....why...do you feel.......like....like......home."
His voice is so weak. No his whole being is weak, begging for this demon. What is wrong with this boy? I clicked my tongue not bothering to listen to this boy. I grab my books looking for any demon of ancient time.
Dipper POV***
I woke up on a cold floor? My vision was blurry for a moment as I focused on my surroundings. I saw a man. He looks like Stan a bit more...more muscular. He's angry. I feel it. I'm scared I want to be in my home's arms. My home wasn't scary. He turned around quickly when I let a slight whimper slip. He bolted towards me grabbing my arm. My chest started to hurt. My breathing was getting harder. I trembled in his hold. He was crushing my arm. I yelped.
"Please stop!" I cried out.
"Shut your trap!" His voice was laced in venom.
"Who are you! What do you want with this boy you demon!" He threw me against the wall.
He started making his way to the corner I was in. I curled into a ball. I didn't know it but I was bleeding badly. The time just passed. I was treated like an animal naked in a cage being tested on I suppose. I cried and screamed. It felt like days as the torture I went through.
He stabbed me with needles, taking my blood and doing things with it. He had this chilling smirk on his face. I felt sick. My skin was paler than what it used to be. I coughed up blood. He placed a stone on my forehead. Blood spewing out in long streams down my face. I didn't have the strength to yell or plead. I hear my tormentor groan in frustration.
The pain has gone away but I still passed out. I will wake up and it will continue the pain.
This day will be the worst I have ever experienced.
This man had a jar of a black substance moving. I was scared. He opened it and I got sleepy. When I was just about to pass out I heard him say, "let's see if you can live through this." I heard that menacing laugh before I drift into darkness.
It was dark. Like too dark. I couldn't hear anything until I felt myself touch grass? I opened my eyes seeing...
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