Short Stories?

The Boy in Dragon Pajamas (Platonic!BillDip)

9 year-old!Dipper and Adult Human!Bill

I'm using 'said' 

Yes, I hate it

oh well

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When Bill Cipher thought of being in the hospital, the blond thought of laying in a white, stiff mattress with a suffocating blanket inside a bright white room with nothing but silence, tears, or screams of pain. Yes, the male was dark and twisted, but at that time, it never mattered to him. Why? Because it was the first time Bill was afraid. He was afraid of his roommate, who wore dragon pajamas  and was only nine years-old. His almost hairless hair was cushioned and his game console sat beside him in bed. 

The first time he met this boy, he gave a small smile and simply said,"Hi"

The blond male weakly smiled back, his heart thumping out of his chest in fear.

"I'm Dipper," The boy tried again,"what's your name?"

"Bill," the blond replied,"Bill Cipher."

Dipper's brown eyes glimmered, grabbing his pine tree cap and placing it on his head and asked,"Do you want to hear a story?"

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"-that brown girl I talked about," Dipper was explaining the characters in the story he told,"is a weird girl."

"Weird?" Bill Cipher was confused,"she seems like sweet girl"

"Oh no," Dipper shook his head,"she likes to eat glitter, knit sweaters, imagine romances and has a pet pig."

"Well she seems very interesting, Dipper."

"Yes, she is the most amazing person on Earth," The capped boy had the glimmer in his eyes again, "You wanna hear another one?"

The little boy had told five stories so far and Bill Cipher was officially interested in this boy. It seemed like Dipper could put everything into words, from a bird fluttering from tree to tree to a complicated scene that a writer  could never put into text. (A/N: that writer is like me tbh) After two days of endless story-telling, Bill had figured out who the 'weird girl' was.

"Hey Dipper," The almost-bald boy stopped in mid-story, and looked at the male.

"That weird girl you speak of, is she your sister?"

Dipper nodded in reply.

"I see, continue on please."

"Okay, where were we?" Dipper thought for a moment, "Oh right! So I was running..."

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That was the day Dipper's parents visited, chocolate ice cream on a cone in his mother's hand. They chatted for hours and hours, choking on tears and trying to stay happy for the dying boy. When they left, Dipper stayed silent for two whole hours.

Finally the child spoke," I miss my sister."

The blond looked at him with sympathy

"The worst thing about getting sick," Dipper turned to Bill, eyes dull and glassy," Is that you get all the free ice-cream you ask for."

His voice sounded weak and laced with what? Fear? "The worst part about that is realizing there's nothing more they can do for you..."

Bill stared into those almost lifeless eyes for a brief moment.

"Are you scared?"  the blond asked.

It surprised him when Dipper said his next two words loudly.

"Fuck yeah."

Bill's breath hitched and clenched his fist.

"Please don't tell my dad," Dipper told him softly, then asked after a moment of silence,"Do you angels Bill?"

Bill turned to him and sighed,"...Not lately..." 

He was waiting for words to hate to spill from his mouth, but he never did.

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After every checkup Bill had, Dipper always greeted him with a soft, sad smile. On Bill's third day in the hospital, he saw that the boy like to pluck feather's from the insides of his pillow and watch them float  slowly to the ground. The blond would watch him do it in interest, even though it wasn't something unusual or abnormal. 

This few days that Bill had left were fleeting, since the blond was leaving on the fifth day. On those few fleeting days, Bill tired not to remind Dipper that he was going to leave soon and the nine year-old boy will stay behind. He will sit on that white bed till his dying breath.

That fifth day when Bill left, Dipper pulled a feather form his pillow and mouthed to him, "This is for you..."

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"I half expected him to say, 'See, this is the first one I grew'..." Bill looked at the gravestone and smiled softly at it.

The sky was dull and grey, and ominous trees stretched upwards, as if trying to reach for the heavens.

"And That boy was you, Dipper" The blond left, and drove away form the cemetery, but unbeknownst what he had left was a single blue flower that started to grow from the grave, as if saying "Thank you."