☆•°𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣'𝕤 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕟°•☆[Billdip]

[☆•°ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝: ℙ𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕪°•☆]

The morning glared into Dipper's eyes as he groaned, a little more sleep would be nice. "Pinetree!" Groaning again, Dipper sat up. His morning hair clumping infront of his eyes. Which weren't really seeing properly.... he felt dizzy, and a pain had regretted him standing up. The pain came from his lower back, so he didn't think much of it besides sleeping somewhere uncomfortable. Then he felt something left behind when the pain subsided.

Dipper took a hand and pressed it against his lower back, a tail had sprouted during the night. A TAIL people! "What the fuck is this?!" Flicking the tail infront of himself, he saw that the end was fading into a light blue and it was spear shaped. Was Alastair a god?!

Bill's mission, however, is going downhill. All of the horns power is being transferred into Dipper. Of course the young adult had a strong enough body to carry all of the new powers, abilities, and additions to himself, but was his soul? Bill became anxious, he was tired yesterday, anxious today, wonder what tomorrow will be like. The demon watched with worry and amusement as Dipper chased his tail like a little puppy.

"You know, you have a mirror you could consult." Bill said, then Dipper pulled it out swiftly. Peering into it, Alastair's silhouette appeared, but this time... the tail was uncovered. A pinetree appeared behind him and Alastair dissapeared. His tail flicked, annoyance taking the lead. "How do I get rid of it?" He asked, looking at the dreamdemon infront of him. "Umh, you don't?" Bill responded, shrugging. Dipper groaned, "Now when I get back home, I'm just going to walk through the door with a horn in my fuckin hand, all beat up and shit, with a stupid ass tail flicking around angrily.

~Dipper's Thought~

The door to the cracked open, Mabel watched, while their grunckles where in the living room. The two elders coming out to see what the scream was about, then watching intently while blocking Mabel from the intruder. Said intruder grunted and stumbled into the doorway, they all calmed when they saw the brunette, but then went back into panic mode once the tail was seen. "Dipper! When did you get a tail?" Mabel asked, the brunette didn't answer, his body all beaten up and full of blood and scars.

"I..." The only thing that could be mustered out of Dipper's mouth, for scars trailing down to his neck. Some were opened, some were new, and others were fairly old. The one cascading down his neck and continuing to his torso bled out like crazy, and it was all visible due to the fact his shirt had been missing. "Dipper, you look like shit. Are you alright?" Stan said, only to be cut off by his own brother, "Don't, he's he's demon. It'll only sense fear and eat you." Dipper raised his head, his bloodied and dirty face revealed. Tears brimmed his eyes as he looked for Mabel, once he failed he hyperventilated and fell to his knees. "Boy! Get your ass up off the ground!" Ford said angrily, staring at his great nefew.

"M-Ma..Mabel.." The brunette whispered, hands over his head. Years of trauma being unraveled. "Dipper!" Mabel exclaimed, rushing to her brother. Hugging said male, his breathing got better... was that all his imagination...?

Blinking back into reality, there were two, human sized hands wrapped around the middle of his torso, his eyes were overflowing with water and his cheeks had been stained red. "B-Bill?" Voice raspy, but yet he still tried. "You okay, Pinetree?" The triangle asked, coming into view. Why was the hug from Bill comforting? They hadn't even made it to any stones today, have they? All because of Dipper and his panic attack.