Loving A Psychopath (Billdip) Gravity Falls

16: He's Back

Dipper's POV

BANG

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BANG!

My body shot up, when the relentless knocking continued, harder and harder each time. I push myself up, realizing I was still in Bill's lap. Bill was fast asleep, holding my waist close to him. I groaned, squirming and pulling but it was no use.

"Pst! Bill!" I snapped, shaking him.

He moaned tiredly, droozily looking at me. "What is it babe?" Bill taunted, letting go.

He suddenly heard the noise and shot his head in that direction. "Geez someone's grumpy."

"Wow, you're soo nice- I'll go answer it- wait did you call me babe?" I asked dully, getting up and walking to the front door.

"No? Pine-! Wait! What if it's those burgers that steal stuff and kidnap people?! I'll do it!" Bill exclaimed, tripping and falling on the ground. "This body! It's too tired!"

"You mean burglar? Bill, it's nearly impossible for that to happen. But, if you want to be a protective dorito, I guess I don't mind." I state, stepping aside.

The knocking didn't dim off, but there was slow knocks, a long pause, then more knocking.

Bill puffed his chest out proudly before opening the door. I sat on the couch, eating some of the old popcorn.

"H-Help! P-Please! Don't leave! Please don't l-leave!" A small voice cried.

I stood up, watching a small body collapse on Bill in a small embrace. The boy cried and sobbed, clinging tighter. Bill looked more shocked and grieved than horrified.

My eyes scanned the boy before freezing in place.

Blood dripped down his face while patches of cuts and bruises filled his skinny arms and legs. It seemed as though his twig legs and arms could snap easily. He looked malnutritioned and small. It concerned me..

"Shhh..Will stay awake. You're okay." Bill repeats soothingly, carrying the blue haired boy to the couch.

"Will? Wait..is this the.." I start.

Bill turned to me.

"Yes. He's my brother. The same person I didn't want to show my face to. I don't even know how he got here! He isn't supposed to be here!" Bill snapped, pulling his hair in frustration.

I checked his pulse. It was faint.

What happened to him?-

"The Gleefuls. I can explain just..we need to get answers." Bill says, kneeling down and brushing the boy's hair away from his face.

I notice that the boy known as Will, had a little sweater on, unlike Bill. There was a lot of things I could point out. As a matter of fact, they looked so similar in facial features.

"I'll get towels- oh.." I begin, then looked back at Bill.

Bill muttered a ancient language. His hands glowed a yellow aura, lifting Will a bit. The cuts and bruises slowly starts to repair until they were nothing but scars and bumps.