Never Trust Your Demons

7

Well, not total darkness. There still remains the dim flickering of the blue fire around my wrists and mouth. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm amazed it doesn't burn me.
I'm going to kill him... I think, struggling to free myself. I've got to find Mabel, warn her about Bill, and somehow save Dipper!
What feels like hours later, I'm exhausted from struggling. At this point I know it's no use, but I jerk my arm away from the wall.
Surprisingly, it comes off! The fire dissipates, and the same goes for the other wrist. I claw at the fire around my mouth, and it too disappears.
"Well, that was easier than it was a minute ago..." I mutter to the darkness, stumbling to find the door. "Gah!" I trip suddenly and fall against the door. It pops open on impact and I rush back into the theatre. Mabel's play is at it's intermission, but there's no sign of her or Dipper... er, Bill possessed Dipper. I head backstage to the dressing rooms to try and find her. I end up running into her.
"Mabel! Look, listen to me, i-"
"Not now, Connie! I need to... uh, get back to the show! Later, okay?" She runs down the hall.
"Fine, I'll find him myself!" I grumble. Rushing back to the stage, I peek out at the audience. No Dipper.
I search every single room. No Bill/Dipper.
I even head outsides, searching the entire outside. But still no sign.
Frustrated, I head back inside. Upon opening the theatre doors, I'm greeted by a firework going off next to my head. I shriek in terror. Bill was right. I'm way too easy to scare.
I dodge a horde of angry audience members as they leave, including a disgusted Gabe making out with his puppets (ew), and see Mabel and Dipper up on the stage. His pupils are back to normal, so I'm guessing Bill's not possessing him anymore.
"Hello there!" Bill's voice in my head confirms it.
Bill, you know exactly what I'm going to say.
"And you know exactly what I'm going to do about it..." He teases in a singsong voice.
Nothing. I mentally growl exasperatedly.
Hearing his voice in my head infuriates me, and who knows why I didn't start screaming at him right then, but I kept my anger silent.
At least, until we get back home.

We stop for dinner on the way home, though I wish we had gone straight home. The entire time, Bill was just in my head, saying whatever random thing he could, just so he could rub in the fact that he was there and there was nothing I could do about it.
We finally get home and I head straight to my room.
Okay, Bill, get out now. I demand, closing the door behind me.
"Yeesh..." I can practically hear his eye rolling. He appears in front of me in his human form. "Pushy, Police Box."
"What was that?!" I struggle to keep my voice low enough as to not alert anyone. Again, I'm not sure why. Most of me wants to let them all know Bill's right here.
He grins. "That was me doing what I do."
"Possessing my cousin? Destroying the laptop so we can't solve the mystery of the author?! Locking me in a closet?! And what plans are you talking about that you don't want us messing with?!"
"Hey, you know what I just remembered?" He says suddenly.
"Wh-what?" It was more a question of "What are you doing that had nothing to do with my questions" rather than "what did you just remember."
"You never finished up that sock puppet scene!" He's suddenly hold a ball of blue fire, and when it fades, the puppet of me is sitting in his hands.
"What makes you think I'm going to?!" I knock it out of his hands. "I won't, at least not until all my questions are ans-"
"How 'bout I do it, then?"
"Huh?"
"I said how about I finish the scene?" Bill leans on his cane.
"Bill!" I slap my forehead, my voice raising with each word in my chagrin. "I couldn't care less right now! I-"
My protests are silenced as Bill suddenly places his hand under my chin and tilting up my face slightly so our eyes meet. I'm frozen in shock as he leans forward and plants a kiss on my lips.
He pulls away after a second, leaving me flustered and not sure what to think. I barely notice his hand still under my chin.
"Isn't that how it was going to end?" He says. Then he chuckles. "You know, you're kind of adorable when you blush."
I feel my face grow hotter and I push his hand away.
He laughs again. "See you tomorrow, Police Box..." He starts to fade away. I snap out of my stupor.
"Bill, wait!" But it's too late. "You never answered any of my questions!" I sigh at the empty room.
Fine. Tomorrow, I'll ask him again, and I won't stop pestering him about them until he either leaves for good or answers them.

"If this song plays one more time..." I slam my head on the register desk as "Straight Blanchin'" plays for the billionth time today alone. It doesn't help that Soos is singing along and I'm exhausted. I stayed up all night planning how to get Bill to answer my questions.
"What is "blanchin"?" Wendy cries in disgust. "Rappers can't just make up words!"
"Rappers are visionaries, Wendy," Soos insists. "If they told me to eat my own pants, I would do it."
"That might cause problems..." I groan as the boom box yells, "Eat your own pants!"
"I guess I have no choice!" Soos laughs. I slam my head down again as he proceeds to obey the mindlessness of Li'l Big Dawg.
I think about the events of the last few days. I had bugged Bill about those questions I had, but he never answered any. And then there was this whole problem with a Yandere video game girl possessing animatronics (seriously, it was like living in Five Nights at Freddy's for half an hour) so I'd forgotten about them until now. Bill hasn't shown up today, though, making my all nighter utterly useless.
"Guys! We need to go see Old Man McGuckett!" Dipper And Mabel run through the room.
"We'll explain on the way!"
"I'm good..." I sigh, still on the desk. "I've made a goal to move as little as possible today,"
I watch as Soos, Wendy, Dipper, and Mabel all pile through the door.
"You sure, Connie?" Dipper's head pokes back through.
"Yeah, I'm sure, Dip," I smile.
He smiles back, but right before he disappears, I see a flash of something. For a split second, there's a lifeless look in his eyes and he's covered in blood. After that split second, he's back to normal, disappearing through the door.
A shudder runs down my spine. That was weird and creepy, and I have no desire to see that again
Business is super slow today. Maybe staying up so late last night wasn't a good idea. Maybe.... Maybe some rest would be nice. Maybe....
My head hits the table, and I'm fast asleep.