Bad Romance [billdip]

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DIPPER'S POV | Written Nov 28, 2015 

I awoke from a slumber I hadn't even realised I was put in. I rolled over, expecting there to be another warmth there, another person. But the entire bed was cold and empty.

"Huh?" I mumble, sitting up slowly and rubbing the grogginess away from my eyes. I peer around the dark room, noting the deep ember hue that the rising sun emitted. It had an effect on the room; it made the room glow. 

"Bill?" I call out, pulling myself out of bed and shuffling my way out of the room. Walking down the hallway, it's eerily silent. Not even Mabel's fan is on. Waddles' bed is empty, the pig nowhere in sight. I head down the stairs quickly. Stan isn't even in the kitchen counting his earnings, and Ford's ramblings aren't heard from behind the vending machine's door. Where is everybody?

"Mabel?" I call out again, wandering into the gift shop, not caring that I'm only wearing a pair of boxers and a thin red t-shirt. "Stan? Ford?"

I walk outside the door, the cool breeze catching me by surprise. It was nearing the end of October, and winter was only a little over a month away. 

"Hello?" 

"Shit!" 

What the hell was that? I turn on my heel, probably gathering a few splinters from the wooden porch, and move my way back inside the Shack.

"Is anybody there?" I say, grabbing one of the bats from the gift shop. It was just a normal baseball bat, but etched in the hitting area was 'What is the Mystery Shack?'. Typical Stan.

A loud noise booms throughout the empty hallway I was in. Glass shattering. 

But who would be breaking glass?

"Grunkle Ford? Is that you?" I exclaim, moving slowly toward the noise's origin. "I know you're there!"

"Son of a bitch..." the mysterious voice hisses. It was a hushed voice, and I couldn't tell who owned it. The voice was too quiet, yet so loud. 

"Show yourself!" I shout, finding myself in front of the room where Stan's wax figures used to be kept. That is, until Mabel and I basically killed them all when we were twelve. 

The hushed voice kept muttering obscenities; many noises of the wooden floorboard creaking and glass shards being tossed around emitted from the door. It could be anybody behind that door. Though, I had my suspicions. It's got to be Ford. Who else would be so.. Mysterious? Especially to me! Mabel and I tell each other everything, Grunkle Stan stopped keeping secrets from us after the whole portal incident when he got Ford from Dimension 52, and Bill... I could trust him, right? He hasn't done a bad thing to me my entire life, ever since I met the dream demon. He saved me from Alan those many middle school years, and he was always by my side throughout freshman and sophomore year, and even this year! He even picked up my books after I ran into him the day I met him. Bill is trustworthy. He wouldn't hurt me. Why am I even overthinking this? I should trust Bill! He's never done a bad thing to me, Mabel, or anyone that I care about! 

I swing the door open quickly, ready to beat the shit out of the intruder. I bring my eyes up from the floor, letting them adjust to the odd lighting of the room. It was dark, except for a small glow coming from a strange galaxy-looking liquid that was spilling out of a broken glass orb.... The rift...

I look over from the broken rift to see the one and only Bill Cipher staring at me like a puppy who had just been caught red-handed for chewing on the furniture. His eyes glowed a deep ember in the dark, filled with guilt. 

I gasp at the sight, dropping the bat onto the floor. It hits my foot, but the pain doesn't phase me. 

"Pine Tree..." Bill trails off, not moving from his spot. He doesn't do a thing, makes no movement. He stares at me, straight from his golden eyes into my viridian ones. 

"No," I say, shaking my head slowly. I close my eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears. "Why, Bill?"

"Pine Tree, please.." he begins, but I cut him off.

"I trusted you, Bill!" I scream, my shaking growing stronger. "I fucking trusted you, and this is what I get in return? What the hell is this! Is this why you fucking wanted to get close to me? Because you wanted that rift the whole fucking time? Is that why I met you the school year following that summer when Ford came back? Because he had the rift!?"

"Pine Tree, just let me ex-"

"No, you had your fucking chance, Cipher," I hiss. "You had your fucking chance but you betrayed me. You lied to me, Bill."

"Please," he begs, tears flowing slowly down his face. I send a glareful of daggers at him.

"You fucking betrayed me, Bill. Why should I give you the benefit of the doubt?!"

-x-

i wasn't lying when i said shit was going down.

there's only a few chapters left!

but no worries for all of you who love this book, there is a sequel. i'm actually almost done writing the sequel, haha! idk about a 3rd book though, i think it'll just be the sequel. we'll see. enjoy, my loves!