Bad Romance [billdip]

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DIPPER'S POV | Written Nov 10, 2015

"Dipper, c'mon, get up," Mabel moans, continuously poking my backside. I hiss at her, rolling over to face the wall.

"I don't feel like it," I grumble, hiking my blanket up over my face. "Tell Stan I'm staying home."

"Nuh-uh!" she says. "No, it's Friday, Dip-Dot!"

"And that's exactly why I'm staying home," I retort, burying my face into my pillow. "Go away."

"What's that?" she asks.

"Go away," I say louder, but my words still muffled by the pillow.

"Fine," she huffs. I hear footsteps, a heavy sigh, and my door closing.

Thank the Lord, I think. At least this gives me a chance to catch up on my homework that I couldn't have been bothered to do last night. No wonder why I'm failing half of my classes. Damn homework being worth half my grade.

I decide to give in the effort that it takes to roll over from my comfortable spot to check the time. 7:57. Mabel needs to stop waking me up so late.

"Hey, kid." I look up to see Grunkle Stan peering through the door. "You sick or something?"

Will you let me stay home if I'm not? I ask snappily. "Yeah," I reply, adding in a fake cough for good measure.

"You're a terrible liar," Stan laughs. "Glad to see you're starting to actually act like a teenager." At least he's not sending me to school...

"Uh, yeah," I chuckle awkwardly.

"I'll check on you later, kid," he says. He starts closing the door, but pauses. "Don't you be heading out toward some girl's house, you here? You're only seventeen, Dipper."

"Geez, I don't even have a girlfriend!" I say frantically, feeling my face grow red. "I don't even like anybody."

"According to Mab-"

"Oh lord, what has she told you?" I mutter, more to myself rather than as a genuine question.

Grunkle Stan chuckles, closing the door. I hear footsteps, and the creaking of the stairs.

Ah... Peace and quiet.. Sleep, at last.

-x-

The world was a monochrome mess. Black and white, varying greys, with absolutely no colour to be seen. The only colour that existed was what made up Dipper. What was this? What was this place? Was it an abyss? Was it a revised version of Hell? Who else was here, if anyone at all? Why a forest, why near the Mystery Shack? Dipper had no clue...

"Welcome..." A voice says, but it's unknown where it had come from. There was no one, no living thing around. Nothing in sight, not a single colour. Nothing else was moving, living... Everything was black, white, and grey...

"W-What..?" Dipper stumbles, startled by the voice. He grew confused, fear rising in him. He paced around in small circles, tripping over his own feet. "W-Who's there... What do you want from me?!"

"Welcome to the Mindscape," the voice hissed, followed by a cackling laugh that sounded so oddly familiar, yet Dipper couldn't put his finger on it. Dipper continued to stroll around, more confused and scared as ever. What was this? Who put him here? Was he dead?

"Please..." Dipper whimpered, falling to his knees. "Who is here...?" Dipper gripped his hair, struggling with his thoughts. He grew anxious, and with a sound of the snapping of fingers...

-x-

I jolt awake, my hand flying to cover my mouth to muffle my scream. What the hell did I just dream about?

Did I even get to sleep?

How long?

What caused such a dream?

A million questions ran through my mind. I scratch my head, pure confusion boiling in my head.

Maybe Mabel is right. I need more sleep, less caffeine.

I rest myself on my elbow, leaning over to look at my clock. It was 12:27. I had gotten, roughly, a four hour nap. It felt like so much less...

I throw off my blankets, standing up. Immediately, I feel dizzy, clenching onto the bed's frame for support. What the hell? I was fine this morning...

"Pull yourself together, Dipper," I whisper to myself, gritting my teeth as I felt a sharp pain in my gut. What in the world is wrong with me?

I take in a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. C'mon, Dip... I sit back down on my bed, frowning. Instantly, I felt fine.

"What the fu-"

"Kid, you alright?" I look up at my doorway, frowning at who I saw. I groan loudly in pure annoyance.

"Where did you even come from?" I ask, subconsciously hiding myself beneath my blankets. "And why are you even here, Cipher?"

"You were off yesterday," Bill says, walking further into the room. I contemplated stopping him, and I wanted to, but for some reason I didn't. I let him walk in. He closes the door behind him. "And Mabel also wanted me to check on you."

"It's past lunch..." I trail off, frowning. "You're skipping class just to come here?"

"I could care less about skipping, Pine Tree," he chuckles softly, sitting next to me on my bed. "But I do care about you, whether you think I'm a narcissistic asshole or not."

"Whatever," I mumble, instinctively pulling the blankets away from Bill. "I'm fine. There. You can go now, bye."

"If you can't even stand, yet you feel perfectly fine when sitting down, then there's clearly something wrong," Bill states, crossing his legs. "And the fact that after I walked into the Shack, I heard screaming. More specifically, your screaming. I don't trust your judgment, clearly you're not okay."

"Well, I-I, uh," I stammer, feeling my cheeks grow a deep pink. "I know myself b-better than y-you?"

"I like that shade of red, Pine Tree," Bill laughs, ruffling his hand through my hair. I hike the blanket up to cover my face.

"Stop that," I say, being muffled by the blanket. "Don't like my face."

"Why would I do that? It's adorable," he grins. I sigh. "And what? I like your face, kid."

"Did Mabel actually send you here?" I ask, letting go of the blanket and crossing my arms.

"Wow, Pine Tree," Bill begins. "Do you have no faith in me?"

"No, not really," I answer. "It sounds like a Mabel thing, but I don't particularly believe, nor trust, you."

"I'm offended," he frowns, placing a hand on his chest, where is heart is -- or I should say, should be. "How dare you think I am a cold-hearted bastard!"

"You are." He puffs, crossing his arms childishly.

"Love you too, Pines," he says smugly, getting up. "Sweet dreams, kid."

"What's that even supposed to mean?!" I ask as Bill walks out of my room.

"Bill!" I yell. Silence.

"Bill?" I say, a bit quieter, and a bit more... Voice-breaky than I hoped. I sigh, laying back down.

"Sweet dreams, kid," I whisper to myself, hearing it in Bill's voice in my head. I slowly drift off back to sleep. "Sweet dreams, kid."