We'll Meet Again...

Trying To Prove a Dream Demon Wrong

Warnings: mention of self-harm, daddy issues

Word count: 1693

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Bill was a very irate demon, to say the least. It was rather uncomplicated to piss him off, but when somebody wants out of a deal, he has to listen. He didn't create the rules; he just abided by them. For now.

And his dear own daughter, his demon spawn, wants out of the deal she made when she was six. He figured she would come to, realizing just how much Bill didn't follow his end of the deal, but never this quickly.

He noticed that she had been circumventing sleep more and more. "Insomnia will catch up sooner or later, Little Sixer," he huffed, "No matter how many scars you inflict upon yourself." And it did. Victoria Pines is currently asleep.

He entered her mind, a familiar place he oh-so appreciates the darkness of. "Go away! I said I wanted out!" he heard her yell. She evidently is getting better at understanding when he haunts her.

"Oh, but I'd rather stay," he grins, finding the girl sitting under a tree. She gives Bill the bird which just makes him laugh. "Oh, that's adorable. You think you can get rid of me? You may no longer have a contract with me, but I am still your father and boy do I adore tormenting you."

The girl lets out a fatigued sob as she lays her head on her knees, concealing her face from me. Her utterances are faint as her shoulders tremble every time she lets out a small, heartbreaking sound.

That bizarre, twisted paternal feeling returns, settling in the pit of Bill's gut. He glides near her side awkwardly, keeping his mouth shut as he watches her fall apart. "Vickie?" he sighed, reaching out a hand to the girl.

"Go away! Leave me in peace for once! You- You bitch" she shrieked at him, lifting up her head to stare him down. She gets up and wipes away some of her tears, leaving ruddy tracks down her face where they once were. Sniffling, she dashes away despite her knowing she can't evade him in this domain.

Bill groans, irritated, any fragment of compassion for his daughter just flew out the window. He teleports to where she is, not really caring to chase after her. He prevents her from running any further by seizing her by the leg and lifting her upside down. "Stop. Running," Bill hissed, glowering at her with his one eye.

"Let me go!" she cried, face turning red from all the blood rushing to her head. "Please..." she whispers, "Please." Bill rolls his eye, wondering when she would cease being pathetic and discover that Bill doesn't just let people go that easily. He's petty like that.

"What a disgrace. I thought you were intelligent, like your grandfather," he laughs The last sentence warrants a peculiar look from her. "I hope you realize that Stan Pines isn't what he seems," he expresses before he starts to feel the girl awakening. "And neither is your grandfather," he adds, an aura of mystery left behind in her mind as she regains consciousness.

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I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding rapidly and my breathing short. I bolt out of my bedroom, scarcely able to remember my dream, bits and pieces coming back to me as I force myself to settle down. "You're fine," I mumble, heading into the kitchen. Strange, no one is in her, even though the clock reads 11:32 am. This is about the time my grandpa would be eating lunch.

I hear a loud thunk outside, looking out the window to see Dipper had knocked Mabel over as they hurl water balloons at each other. Mabel spots me from outside, waving profusely at me. "Come and play with us! It's fun!" she yells at me. While she was preoccupied, Dipper flings two water balloons at his sister.

"Hah! Got you!" he yells excitedly. I smile, already forgetting about the distressing feeling I felt when I woke up.

I rush outside, seeing my grandpa on the couch he has on the porch. "Morning sweetie. Surprised that the fireworks didn't wake you up. Sleep well?" he asks. I shrug and then I'm inundated with several balloons, drenched instantly. "Hey! You hit me and you're in big trouble!" my grandpa lifts an eyebrow.