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Billdip- King of Hellfire

Dipper's POV:

The guard's grip around me tightened. They were taking me to the King to see what my punishment was for stealing. But they didn't know how hard it's been, being homeless. Having to steal for my family. Hopefully the King would feel some sort of sympathy for me and let me go free. 

After what felt like hours of getting dragged through golden halls of the castle, we arrived at a giant throne that had a tall yet muscular man sitting on it, staring down at me with a hard and terrifying glare. I opened my mouth, trying to find the proper words. But whenever I tried to speak, nothing came out. 

"So, this is the boy that stole from the baker? How old is he, ten?" The King rolled his eyes, putting his feet on the side of the throne. He picked at his nails as the guard spoke. "Your Majesty...this boy is nineteen. He was seen stealing food. The baker requires a proper punishment for the boy, which is why he's with us." The guard said while pushing me forward. The King looked me up and down, his frown soon turning into a mischievous grin. "Oh, don't worry. Leave the boy with me. Tell the baker I have a punishment that will do wonderfully..."

Once the guard left, the King kneeled down in front of me, gently holding my chin in his hand. His smirk grew wider as he stared into my eyes. "W-What are you going to do to m-me...?" I whispered quietly. His glare softened for a second, before turning back into a cruel smile. "Nothing...too bad. I want you to serve me, as a personal slave. You'll get food, water, shelter and...love..." He whispered the last one. "What was that?" I questioned, but he just rolled his eyes and ignored me. "Look, the point is, you'll get everything you need just for obeying me." He sighed, sitting back down on his throne. He continued to look down at me, his eyes seeming to glow a bright fierce gold. "Fine, I accept the punishment. But..." I paused, making the King raise his eyebrow. "But, I want to sleep in your bed with you, share a room, I suppose." I said, making the King smile. "Deal, now follow. I'll show you the castle. And don't bother calling me King, or Master. Just call me...Bill. I don't like it when my friends are so formal with me."