To the Nights in the Hold of Stone (BillDip)

Laced Fingers in the Emptiness(22)

Bill POV

Silence pressed against the emptiness, I fucking hate emptiness. I had to squeeze my eyes shut to focus.

There is always so much noise going on in my head to keep back the wicked silence and now having to force myself to sit in it was physically taxing. Fuck I hate that I need this.

I hate it so much I was shaking with the need to scream. Instead I trapped it in my chest and shoved back behind my teeth because if I did, if I gave in and filled this aching emptiness, I wouldn't be able to hear him.

All I need is something, my name, anything.

I'd heard him earlier, amongst the noise of the fearamid and my own thoughts, just a blip in the sea but he was there. My name on his mind in such a brief second I brushed it off as a mistake.

Answer me.

I'd been dragged back to the fearamid, enraged and spiraling, by Ana. I could barely fit in the throne room, teeth still barred at nothing in particular.

Answer me.

My veins sizzled, these stupid human bones creaked with every flinch and tiny movement, and the fucking lungs rattled loudly with each draw of breath through a clenched jaw.

Please.

Bill?

Everything, everything, came rushing to my head at the sound of his voice.

There you are. Where are you? Adrenaline was a new experience, different and nowhere near as exciting as I thought an overload of information and senses would be.

God I'm sorry I'm so sorry. He said instead.

Where are you? I pushed harder, I needed to get to him, we could talk about it later.

A dark room. I don't know. There was a long pause, long enough from the room to grow in size as my form shrunk back down. Outside the weirdness field, the sky- it was night. Every instinct I had gnawing at my insides, tearing at the seams.

I'm sorry, Bill I was hit with something- I don't know what. I'm sorry I couldn't finish decoding the spell. I should have left enough notes for you and Ana to-

Dipper stop. I don't care, no matter what he did I will find you. Sixer can't stop me. I cut him off, tempted to bang my head against the weirdness field again. His mind pressed into the empty spaces of mine, taking away the pressure of silence, I could feel myself relaxing into him. Dipper's heartbeat, strong, fast, and full of panic was nothing like the annoying dulced hum of my own trying to pump blood through my body. I itched to reach out to him, I wanted to be able to see him, but the stupid fucking weirdness field was already making it hard for me to be able to hear him.

I thought- He cut himself off, I could feel his presents pulling away, something must have changed.

I reached out for him, but it was silent again, the press on my mind gone, his heartbeat in my ears was now quiet. He was ignoring me, or maybe the weirdness field between us was making it harder to reach into his thoughts or for him to hear when I did.

Ana made her presents known, slowly. "Were you able to talk to him?"

"Yes." I sighed, voice reverberating through my vocal cords in a way that sounded way too loud compared to the conversation in my mind. Everything felt too loud, too bright, too much.

Ana shrunk, her shoulders pulled up, "So what do we do?"

"We kill someone."

Dipper POV