Did you ever think it possible to die three times in less than a week? Because I did. Once, killed by creatures who were scared, so they were rid of their crippling fear by taking my life. Twice, murdered in the woods, tired from running through the fire, the person who I used to call my love leaning manically over me, wielding a power I thought he would never use on me. Thrice, his harsh rejection, his seemingly eternal deceit, his taking everything and leaving me with nothing.
As I crouched in the darkness, slowly taking in Bill's curt response, I wept on the freezing ground, tears staining my salty palms. I knew what Bill was thinking - that I'm a wimp, and should man up, take this properly.
But, he was wrong. The last time I was a man, I exploded at that nightclub, and Mabel... I had been trying to erase that fateful night from my memory, but there it stayed, broadly at the front of my brain, haunting me every time I let myself close my eyes.
"C'mon, kid!" Surprisingly perky, Bill skipped towards me, his eyes childishly wide. "You never heard of making the most of a bad situation? Let's have a little fun, eh?"
"Are you kidding?" I shuddered, my lip quivering. "Why did you do all this? Some revenge trap? I can't believe I thought you could be better than this..."
As I turned my back on him, he placed a gentle hand on my shivering shoulder. "Hey, I never really loved you, and you never really loved me. Simple! But now we're alone with each other... there's no harm in having a good time!"
"What makes you so sure I never loved you?" I shook in the bitter cold of the gloomy world around me, my eyes shut tight, so I didn't have to see . He turned away from me, maybe to hide an expression, one that would give away how he truly felt.
"But who could love me? I'm out of my mind!" He yelled into the darkness, no reply to be found.
"I could."
Those were the only words I could utter before I bursted. As I fell into the ashes on the ground, Bill lifted my chin up with his index finger and smiled softly, his normally crazy smile now filled with a newfound calm. It was, somehow, deathly unnerving yet comforting at the same time.
"Yeah," he muttered, before kissing me, his mouth pressed hard against mine, with no interest in letting go.
I could never understand what Bill's motives were.
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I'm so sorry for my forced p!atd references, it's painful for me too... so I guess this was a filler chapter, sorry! It'll get better, promise. Love you guys,
Em xx
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