My final feeling was the scalding heat of a horn, which stabbed relentlessly through my chest, as stubborn tears splashed against the wound. I screamed in immense pain as my eyes looked their last upon the woodlands, where I discovered who I really was, where I found the journal that changed my life.
Whiteness surrounded me. I looked around in confusion, wondering if this was a twisted kind of purgatory. I had always been told purgatory was a tortuous state between heaven and hell, but I never imagined it to be like this. Nothingness was the worst kind of torture, especially for me.
"So this is what death is like..." I pondered aloud as I wandered through my oblivion, searching desperately for something, anything.
"Pinetree," a voice made me stop in my tracks. "Surprised to see you here. Wow, I did NOT expect you to do what ya just did... plot twist! Aren't you the little charmer?"
"Bill!" I exclaimed as he waltzed towards me, just how I imagined him in my fantasies, in human form. "Why do you look like that?"
"Someone told me you like it better this way," he whispered sinfully in my ear, arousing all my senses.
He smiled demonically, assuming he could fool me into thinking he was still his same insane self. But I knew he wasn't as okay as he let on. Something was bugging him, and I was adamant on finding out what.
"Bill, is everything okay?"
"Why the fuck would you ask that, Pinetree? Of course I'm fine; things like me don't really... feel... stuff. So shut it, okay?"
"Okay, okay, no need to shout..." I said, hurt at his harsh tone, and the words that most certainly confirmed that he wasn't alright. But, what was wrong with him?
"I'm sorry, kid," he forced out of gritted teeth, placing a smooth hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off carelessly, even though his warm touch meant too much to me, so much that he could never understand, never feel the same level of my love.
"I'm a puppeteer." He continued, forcing me to stare into his golden eyes, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape his intense gaze. "I control things, pull the strings of people's lives until there are no strings left to pull. That's just who I am. I've done it since the dawn of time and I thought I could do it 'til dusk... then I found you. I messed with your mind, I deceived you countless times, and you still found a way to fall in love with me. You saw through my tricks and games and riddles to see who I really was before I even did.
"You were always my puppeteer, Pinetree. Since there was ever me, there was always you falling for me. It's hard for me to say how I feel about you, since nobody of my kind has felt anything this way. It was always ruled off as impossible. But I know that's not true. Now."
Looking into his psychotic eyes which brimmed with a dangerous sort of madness, I knew everything he wished he could tell me. I grazed my hand against his cheek as I furiously pressed my mouth against his. I was the puppeteer now.
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Not gonna lie, I cried whilst writing Bill's speech. It may be one of the best things I've ever written. With some p!atd references, duh. I hope you liked it too. BILLDIP IS FINALLY HAPPENING PEOPLE!!!!!! Love you guys,
Em xx
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