Monster Falls

22: A Bloody Makeover

Dipper bit his lip anxiously as he hurried up the stairs to his attic bedroom. Grunkle Stan had been covered from head-to-toe in blood. Wait, Dipper thought, correcting himself. Was it that much? Or were his instincts over exaggerating everything? But Dipper had no way to tell if that was Mabel's blood. Grunkle Stan could definitely kill the girl, and if he did so much as hurt her or laid a finger, er, talon on her, Dipper would do his best to make sure Stan knew what he did.

Stepping into the room tinted red by the Bill Cipher window, Dipper trotted quickly into their room, calling out for his sister. "MABEL!" He screamed, jerking open the attic door and hoping the girl would be alright. The cervitaur froze when he spotted Bill sitting on his bed in front of Mabel clutching her neck! Oh no! Oh no! He panicked, unable to move. He was choking her! "GET YOUR HANDS OFF, BILL!" He yelped, tackling the demon.

Bill barely even had time to get a word out before the boy charged, toppling over him and causing them to land in a heap that Bill was not quite sure they would be able to unravel. The blonde was about to speak when Dipper interrupted him, eyes on fire.

"I told you to leave my sister alone!" Dipper hardened, clenching his fists. First he worried about Stan hurting Mabel, and now he had to fret about Bill?

The former demon rolled his eyes. "I thought Fordsy told ya' the deets, kid."

Dipper frowned. "I don't care! You were choking her!" He exclaimed.

"Choking me?" Mabel questioned, standing up. "Dipper, he was giving me a makeover!" The half-unicorn explained, hands on her hips.

The boy winced as he saw Bill's craftsmanship. Pink lipstick was smothered all over Mabel's lips, her eyelids coloured blue. Mabel noticed Dipper's expression and laughed. "It's better then his first try!"

Bill grinned, looking at the boy on top of him. "I made her bloody!"

Dipper raised a brow, eyeing the man out of fear. Bill beamed, showing off his almost magically-white teeth. "I still don't trust you, no matter how harmless you are."

The ex-demon rolled his eyes, shrugging nonchalantly. "I don't care, kid, and if you think I do, then that's a major misconception."

The cervitaur furrowed his brows, clenching his fists. "Would you just leave?"

Bill chuckled. "Yes, if you would get off of me," Dipper raised a hoof, allowing Bill to sit up. The blonde pulled himself up, sighing at the faint pain in his abdomen. His stupid human muscular system had been aching a lot that day. Bill stood up, nudging Dipper's shoulder with his elbow as he walked by. "Oops," he muttered, walking out the door, peeking his head back in to spout one last sentance: "Bye Shooting Star!"

Mabel smiled as she watched the man leave, still wearing her sweater. Quickly, she grabbed a makeup wipe in order to remove Bill's...mess from her face. Dipper frowned as he looked at his sister's expression. "Why are you so happy?" He asked, trotting over to her side.

The girl looked at him, frowning. "Dipper, he's not that bad."

The cervitaur furrowed his brows. "What? Are you crazy!" He clenched his fists, calming himself down. "Mabel, that's Bill!" Dipper said softly, biting his lip. "Do you remember what he did to me? To Stan? And whatever he did to Grunkle Ford? He's a demon!"

Mabel sighed, her horn turning blue. "Yeah, but he's had to go through all of this too."

Dipper groaned. "But he's the one who caused all of this!"

"I don't care, Dipper!" Mabel exclaimed, stomping a hoof. "What I'm trying to say is that we should at least try to be nice to him!"

"Why does he deserve us being nice to him? Mabel, he tried to kill us!" Dipper reasoned, confused as to why his sister was saying these things.