Amnesia (BillDip)

Trust.

AN:

Literally, you're going to hate me for this, trigger warning for this chapter, depictions of torture and bodily harm. *laughs evilly but also cries* I'm sorry, but I'm not. please note that Ford is not intended to be a bad guy at all, he is only protecting his family. I'll bold the beginning.

Dipper watched as Ford led Bill down to the basement, Bill gave a quick glance back just long enough to catch worry in the brunettes eyes. The door to the lower part of the Mystery shack closed and Dipper felt panic rise in him. What was Ford going to do? Probably not much, but then again this was something new for his journals, so there was a slim change Bill would be dissected for science.

Dipper cringed at the thought and prayed that Ford would at least sedate him if he was going to cut the guy open to study him. Mabel rubbed her twins back gently, unsure of what to do to help him. He shook his head, he didn't know why he hadn't protested, he should have. But a small part of him, in the back of his brain had whispered 'revenge' and he'd stayed silent. Regret began to eat at him, he made his way upstairs, Mabel following closely behind,

"Dipper," Gruncle Stan said behind him, "I'm proud of you."

Dippers eyes widened a little in shock. "But... why?"

"Because you're trying to get better. Even if it means keeping Bill here, I'll do whatever it takes."

Dipper flushed, "Thanks Gruncle Stan."  and finished the short trek to his room. He sat on his bed, Mabel beside him combing her fingers through his hair softly, to calm him. He didn't know why but Mabel always knew just what to do to make him feel better.

Dipper didn't eat dinner that night, even though Mabel made dinosaur chicken nuggets and fries, usually his favourite but he just couldn't eat. Once the sun had gone down the house was eerily quiet, and Dipper wasn't sure what to make of it. Mabel kept telling him that it was just paranoia. She was probably right. He supposed that somewhere inside him he was afraid that Ford would somehow trigger Bills memory and cause him to become his old self again. He didn't want the old Bill, the thought made him terrified, the prospect of him coming back again turned Dippers very blood to ice and made his heart stop.

Eventually Dipper managed to calm himself with the help of his sister enough to begin to drift to sleep, but just as he was about to slip in to the terrifying darkness a bloodcurdling scream rang clear through the house like a bolt of lightning. His eyes shot open and he gaped for breath, pressing his body tightly to Mabel, nearly crushing her as he sobbed. She had been jolted to attention as well, she calmed almost immediately, but noticed Dipper and smiled sorrowfully. She began to stoke his hair again and whispered sweet things to him.

DOWNSTAIRS

Dipper vanished from Bills line of sight and he was shoved rather forcefully into an elevator. Ford opened the panel, revealing several hidden buttons, and hit the second one down. The rickety metal began to move and Bill had to grasp the edge of the contraption to stop himself from falling. The doors opened to reveal a small room filled with ancient artifacts and strange paintings and statues of a rather... odd looking triangle creature.

Bill observed one curiously as Ford tinkered around with something beside him. "What is this?" He asked. "What do you mean, that's you," Ford replied as if it were obvious.

"Me?" Bill traced his fingers along the golden surface. He rather liked the colour. "Don't touch anything." Ford scolded. Bill pulled his hand away and observed ford instead, who had pulled a painting away from the wall to reveal a secret room behind it. It was filled to the brim with odd trinkets and pointy things. Bill smiled. He liked the look of those.

Ford turned to Bill, "Alright, pardon me for just a moment, "he held up a small pointed object that appeared to have fluid in it, "I'm going to need your arm."

Bill cooperated and held out his right arm, despite it being casted. Ford pulled the cast off, not surprised to find the arm had healed already. He pushed the needle in to Bill and Bill laughed, a soft chuckle, "That kinda tickles!" He smiled, but the smile faded as he began to feel woozy, he groaned, "Hey, uh Ford I don't- ueg, feel so great-" and with that the world went black for what felt like an eternity.

(((WARNING PART BEGINS HERE)))

When the blond woke up he found himself unable to move or breath. He panicked and struggled against his bonds for several seconds, his heart heaved and his lungs burned, he let out a silent cry, muffled by the liquid around his head. Finally he was pulled up quite violently.

"Well looks like you need to breath." concluded Ford. Bill glared and coughed, "Of course I do! Are you stupid?"

"I wouldn't be talking back to me right now Bill, have you noticed the situation yet?"

Bill looked down at himself, he was pressed against a wooden board and held there with magical bonds. "But why?"

"Because I don't want you getting away. You want to stay here with my family. I don't trust you. None of us do. Everyone will only go along with this as long as it's beneficial to Dipper. But I think that you're faking. You made this body, right? So it's bound to be far less human that Dipper thinks. So, I'm going to find out. We already know you need air and food, that's good. Now how about your nervous system?"

Bills eyes followed Fords hand and watched as he picked up a long metal blade. "How about blood? Organs? Let's find out, shall we? Don't worry you shouldn't feel any pain.  In fact you used to enjoy it quite a bit. Said it was hilarious back when you possessed Dipper."

"Pain? " Bill questioned, no he couldn't mean-

"Like when you slam your hand in a door or cut your finger. It usually hurts. Not you though. Not a demon." Ford concluded and pressed the tip of the blade gently to Bills skin, four inches right of his belly button.

"N-no wait I-" Bill cut his own protest off with a loud shriek of pain as the blade pieced his and pushed several inches into his flesh, he could feel the cold metal on his insides, tears spilled from his widened eyes and onto the floor beneath him, his mouth agape as Ford looked up at him, surprised.

Bills pupils shook and he gasped for air. "Oh. Well I guess you do feel pain. Sorry about that, unfortunately I don't have anything to help you so just use this," he shoved bills shirt in his mouth to muffle him for a while, he wasn't doing much just a quick check to make sure he really was human. And not lying.

He continued his work and Bill screamed into the fabric of his shirt, back arching in a vain attempt to wrench himself away from this awful pain. He felt Ford stop after a few minutes and he sobbed helplessly, head rolling back to relax on the wood.

"Bill, " he faintly heard his name and forced his eyes open so he could lock gazes with the old man in front of him, "Just so you know, if you really don't remember, what you did... you came into this world a demon, took over our town and turned everyone to stone. Then when we thought we'd finally beaten you once and for all you returned. In Dippers dreams.  I don't know how much he wants me to tell you but essentially you made the boy fall in love with you, then you destroyed him, took over his body and murdered all of his closest friends. That's not all, but that's the baseline."

Bill pushed the shirt out of his mouth with his tongue, "I'm sorry, " he breathed, "that I did that," His gaze flicked to the renditions of his old form, "I used to be a bad guy, huh?" He laughed, "I wish that I could remember. I want... I want... to help him. Dipper." Bill smiled  tiredly.

AN: There you have it folks!!! Hope you enjoyed the first installment of torture! I haven't decided if there will be more or not yet, so... yeah. Comment! Buy Gold, Bye!

-Matt