Zombie attack (a billdip au)

Chapter 22: Ghosts

3rd person POV

"Dipper, Dipper." Dipper groaned and shifted his grip around Bill. "Dipper!"

"What is it Mabel?" He shouted. Bill opened his eyes confused.

"Pine Tree, did you just say Mabel?"

"Yeah?" He answered sleepily. Bill didn't respond. Dipper's eyes opened widely. "WAIT A DAM MINUTE!" There we go. Dipper sat up slightly and looked around the room. "You heard someone call my name right?" Am I going crazy?

Bill nodded his head and grabbed Dipper's hand.

"It was probably just Pyronica." Bill cupped Dipper's cheek and glanced at the clock. "Just go back to sleep. It's three." Dipper leaned in Bill's touch for a moment.

"Okay." Dipper laid back down and wrapped his arms around Bill and Bill did the same to the other. He ran his fingers through Bill's hair, closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind.

"Bill?" A quiet voice said, though Dipper didn't hear.

"What is it Pine Tree?" Bill asked not wanting to open his eyes again.

"Um, I didn't say anything." Dipper said, confused. Bill opened his eyes.

"You're screwing with me."

"I'm not!" Bill let go of Dipper and tapped his arm twice. Dipper let go and Bill rolled off of him and sat up.

"Who's there?" The air became colder and the hair on the two's neck stood up. "Show yourself!" Bill yelled.

"You guys get so scared way too quickly." A voice said. Dipper knew that voice, but it couldn't be? Unless?

"Yeah!" a second voice agreed. He didn't recognize this voice. But Bill did.

"Okay this really isn't funny! Who is there!" That's not him, he's gone

"Jeez I know I've been gone for awhile, but I can't believe you don't know who I am." A voice said a bit sarcastically. Someone appeared at the foot of the bed, sitting cross legged. Dipper was taken aback, it was a ghost. At least, that's what he thought. They looked familiar, like he's seen their face somewhere, he just couldn't figure out when. They were ghostly pale, faded blue hair with their roots coming in.

Cuts and bruises littered their face. Their chin was busted. They were wearing a blue hoodie with a little,  black, bow tie sewn in, it was torn, there was a clear bite mark on their shoulder, blood stains were scattered around their sweater. The outline of them looked blurry. They looked a bit like Bill. Dipper felt Bill tensing up. He looked at Bill's face, tears looked like they were filling his eyes. Bill's nose burned, his head hurt while he tried not to cry. Thoughts were attacking him, everything was muffled if that made sense. He shut his eyes tightly. Bill held onto Dipper like his life depended on it and hid his face.

"No, no no, this is some, some nightmare! You're not here, you're gone!" Bill felt tears spilling out of his eyes. Dipper was stiff but tried to comfort Bill. All he could do was stare at the ghost trying to place their face. The ghost's face looked torn, worried, Dipper couldn't explain it. Bill just kept muttering "You're not here, you're gone." And other things Dipper nor the ghost could understand.

"Oh Bill." The ghost said. "Please don't cry, it's me." The ghost started to drift closer but Dipper shot his hand out to signal to stop.

"Look," Dipper swallowed, scared that he might anger them. He had dealt with ghosts a few times but the last time, he almost burned, literally. "I don't know who you are. But Bill does, and he, if you couldn't tell, is very upset and shaking. Please go, you and that," Dipper paused. "other voice need to go for now. Please." The ghost's shoulders fell. The other voice spoke up.