Bad Romance [billdip]

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QUICK A/N: *insert cursing and feels warning*

DIPPER'S POV | Written Dec 14, 2015 

How? How could he do that? Just... Use me and I didn't even see it! It makes sense that Mabel didn't  catch it, how could she? I didn't see through his false words, his false actions... Was everything just... One huge lie..?

It's been a mere few days, and I have yet to even leave my room. I couldn't bare to see the faces of Mabel, Stan, or anyone. Especially Ford. As soon as that old man saw me, I knew I would never hear the end of it.

"Dipper, this is all your fault!" He would say.

"Dipper, what did I fucking tell you?" He would yell.

"I told you Bill was no good! I fucking told you that Bill was going to hurt you, to hurt us, to create pain and misery for every Pines family in the whole multiverse and kill each and every one of them!" He would rant.

"He's going to murder all of us in front of you, saving Mabel for last! He likes you the most, and he wants you to suffer the most!" He would scream.

I didn't want to hear his words, didn't want to feel this fucking miserable pain deep down in my chest -- in my heart. Was this what heartbreak was? A dull aching pain in the middle of your chest, wanting to break from the small seams that held you together and just fall apart? Why do humans have such a desire, such a craving to love when you have the hugest chance to have the heart they wear on their sleeve to be ripped away from them and stomped on? To be broken in front of their eyes. What's the point?

"Dip?" Mabel calls from outside my door. I didn't reply.

"Can I come in?" she asks. I still don't reply.

"I'm assuming that's a no but I'm coming in anyway." I sigh.

"Go away," I mumble into my pillow. I hadn't moved from this spot in 72 hours. My tear-stained face buried into my wet pillow.

"Sweet Sally, Dip, your eyes are puffier and redder than a Peruvian puff pepper," Mabel gasps. I send her the finger.

"Shut up, Mabes," I mutter. She sighs.

"Sir Dippingsauce needs some coping extraordinaires," Mabel grins. I roll my eyes, glaring at her. I shove my face back into the drenched pillow, not willing to move. 

"What's the point?" I ask as more of a statement. "Exactly. None."

"Stop being such a sour puss," she hisses, walking toward me. She grasps my arm tightly, trying her best to get me up and off the bed. Instead, I end up being hauled off the bed and my entire body flops onto the floor except for the arm Mabel was holding.

"Ow," I mutter. "Yeah, thanks Mabes."

"I'm sorry, you're heavy!" she says. I sigh, giving in and getting up.

"Fine, 'Coping Extraordinaire', what are we do-"

"DIPPER! MABEL!" Ford screams, bursting into the room. "GET DOWN!" 

"Wha-" I start to ask, but soon shaken down to the ground with Mabel. 

"Ford, what's going on?" Mabel asks quickly, fear lacing her voice. I'm took shaken up to even speak. What the absolute hell was going on?

"Bill," he says is a raspy voice, trying to remain calm for the two of us. "He's got the rift, and that rift isn't anything but bad, bad, and more bad!"

"Is this the end of the world?" I question, frowning.

"It might be," Ford replies. "The world's gonna end with a 'beep-boop.'"

-x-

AND HERE IS WHERE I END THIS BOOK! Sequel's called "Demon Limbs" and should be up within the next few minutes. I already have it written out, so I'll release a chapter on consecutive Wednesdays! You guys excited? Cause I totally am :3 

A/N June 2024: Yeah sorry, Demon Limbs is lost media. I don't have it anymore. Sorry!