The old man stood by the edge of the forest, the breeze swishing his messy silver hair. His half-moon glasses reflected the cloudless blue skies above him, the perfect summer weather. The kind of perky sunshine he wished he could enjoy with his family, yet there he was, alone. Scowling, he stuffed a triangular-shaped gun into the pocket of his long, sandy brown coat, and started to sprint to the place he had left the demon to die. So many years ago. He never thought he would have to go back there, relive the painful memories that Bill had left with him. The time had come.
I looked like I should be in pain. Scars, blood, wounds covering every inch of my skin. But I wasn't. It was, in fact, almost funny. How excruciating this pain should be, yet I felt nothing. The demon leant over me, without a single drop of blood falling from his ivory skin, still spotless, perfect.
"Bill," I shivered as he ran his finger down my pulsing chest. "You know you said I didn't have to, uh, die? Well, is there a way I could go back? Maybe... live again? Not for too long, just... I'd just like to say goodbye, properly. Do you think to you could do that?"
"Pinetree," Bill sighed, his hand retreating from my body. "I don't want you getting too attached to living, like you were before. I can do it, and, ya know what? I'll do it for you, if you're so certain you want this. But you only get a week, and then I'll kill you, and you'll stay down here forever. I won't let you leave again, no exceptions."
"But-" I tried to interrupt him, protest against his harsh command, but I couldn't. He could always make it clear that I was no match for him, his games. His puppet strings that forced me to dance.
"No 'buts', kid!" Bill smiled deviously. "Just shake my hand!"
As he spoke, he held out his hand to me, alight with an enchanting blue flame. It blazed seductively before me, its temptation too strong as it pulled my mind towards its captivating grasp. I reached out to him, and placed my hand in his, my fingers tingling with anticipation. I never thought I'd make a deal with Bill willingly; I never thought any of this would happen.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for my final week on Earth. The final week to see the unknowing people that called themselves my family. The final week to feel the dew between my toes as I explored the forest. The final week to see light before my future of eternal darkness. I was ready.
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QOTD: what would you do if you only had one week left to live? Love you guys,
Em xx
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The Puppeteer (BillDip)
FanfictionDipper Pines awakens in the night, sweating, after a dream about a certain demon... But Bill is gone, he tells himself, fake reassurance. And failing. Deep down, he knows Bill is not a problem anymore, but something, somehow, is making Bill stick ar...
