My Omniscient Aggrivator (Older Dipper X Reader X Human!Bill)

Chapter 3

I awaken with a jolt, sitting straight up in my bed. I look to the side and see that Dipper has gone to sleep. His flashlight still flickers on the floor, and his book lies open on his rising chest. Mabel lies with her limbs spread across her bed, still snoring rather loudly. Her pig, Waddles, is curled up on her stomach. It's a rather adorable sight.

I close my eyes once again, struggling to fall back asleep, but the guy from my dream keeps popping up into my drowsy train of thought. I know he's only part of my imagination, but it felt so... real.
I shake off the thought and squeeze my eyes shut, forcing myself to think about the color black. Eventually, it works, and my conscious state diminishes into the darkness once again.

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"Ah, you're back, sunshine~" I open my metaphysical eyelids to see the same guy from my last dream. The setting is the same as before, which I am quite comfortable with.

"How are you here? I don't think dreams ever continue themselves, do they?" I ponder aloud. He laughs
.
"Oh no, my sweet raindrop, the do not typically continue separately. But that's not what's happening here, of course. I am actually a demon, actually in your dream. A dream-demon, to be a tad more specific." He says, twirling his cane. I furrow my brow, then turn over to my nightstand. Trying to keep calm, I look for a bible one of the religious freaks at school gave to me . I hadn't ever had the conscience to throw it away, so I just buried it somewhere in here.

"Your fear is so funny, it's pitiful!" He chuckles. I can't find the bible. I honestly didn't think it would do much, anyways, but at least it could supply me with slight comfort.

"If you're really a demon, then prove it." I say in a clipped tone. His smile grows even bigger.

"I would be honored to, my dear," He says, holding out his gloved hand. Blue flames begin to engulf his outstretched appendage. They flicker mischeviously, as if they hold a mind of their own. "By making a deal."

My eyes widen. I've always been told never to make a deal with the devil.

I pause.

"Wha- what kind of deal?"

But this isn't the devil.

"A deal where I can enter your mind. Just for a while, until I can materialize by more... independent means." He says cooly. I gulp.

"Will you be able to control me...?"

"I could if I wanted to, but that isn't part of the deal. And I plan of upholding it, so don't fret your pretty head." He says, patting my hair. I scrunch up my face, deep in thought. Why would I even make a deal? Whatever he gives me in return, it probably isn't worth it.

"And... and what would I get in return? You know. Hypothetically. If I agreed. Which I probably won't." The flame vanishes, and he strides up to me yet again, wrapping a cold arm around my shoulders.

"How about... anything you ask for? The world? A pony, perhaps? Or maybe you'd prefer something more worthwhile." My vision is instantly flooded with images of the universe, the stars, the stage, money... along with everything I could possibly wish for. And... my parents? "Like, per say, a happy reunion?" I see my mother and father, eating lunch on a picnic blanket; and I'm there, too, with a camera. It's like a cliché straight out of a classic movie. Tears form around my eyes, but I don't say anything.

"How... how could you ever do..." I stutter, at a loss for words.

"Do what? Reunite a broken family? I already told you, honey: I can do anything." I blink.

"You can't be serious. This is... this is far too good to be true." He floats upside-down, his cheshire grin ever-present. My breath hitches as he turns himself back over and rushes to my face again. A tear falls from my cheek, and he gently cups it; wiping the saltwater away with his thumb.

"I'm afraid not, y/n. I can do this for you with ease... as long as you return the favor. And plus, since I was reconstructed from a human's mind, I painfully harbor your silly human emotions; so if I don't keep my end, I'll be susceptible to that horrid feeling of guilt."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing concerning you, sweetcheeks. So, whaddya say? Is it a deal?" He draws back again, extending his palm. The blue flames dance across my desperate face. I stick my hand into the fire.

"It's a deal."

~~~

I jolt awake again, this time to see Mabel poking my tired face. Light pours in through the triangular window.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!"

"Ngh..." I groan, slowly sitting up in bed. I hold a hand to my head, overcome with a massive migraine. Last night's dream quickly rushes back into my memory, and I freeze. I feel normal, but there's still something... off.

"Time for breakfast, everyone!!!" She cheers, running around the room with Waddles quickly trailing behind. Dipper sighs, and I turn to see him already dressed with his book in hand.

"I suppose that you are all morning people?" I grumble, shoving my face into my pillow.

"Yep!" Now go get dressed, because I'm serving us all up a special batch of MABEL JUICE!" Another groan emits from her brother, but she ignores it and flies out of the room.

"I wouldn't drink that, if I were you." He advises once she's out of earshot.

"I assumed so," I reply with a dry laugh, heading over towards the dresser. I take out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "I'm gonna go get dressed..." I say, heading towards the bathroom. I close and lock the door, then take off my sweater. A marking lays present all along my s/c forearm, and I gasp.

You're gonna have to cover that up. I jump.

"Wh-w- whose there?"

Me, you dummy. You know, that guy you made a deal with? Yeah, I'm here. You don't have to talk to me out loud, ya know. That way, you just look like a crazy person!

A shiver is sent down my spine.

Okay, then. How's this...?
Why're you asking me? It's your mind. My eye twitches in irritation as I put on my t-shirt and pants, then put on a hoodie to cover up the black mark.

What a nice show! You're body is PRETTY foxy, there, babe!

Oh, my god. Don't you dare. I think, a blush immediate taking over the area of my face.

Too late! I think I'm going to hurl. Literally. Hurl.

Forcing his comment out of my mind, I leave the bathroom and navigate my way towards the kitchen, sitting down next to Dipper. It seems like somebody already made a bowl for me, so I say thank you to the air.

"Dipper made it for you!" Mabel says a little too loudly. I look over to Dipper, who is blushing almost as hard as I was just a few minutes ago.

"Thanks," I say, taking a bite.

"Yeah, uhh, no problem, y/n. I mean, it wasn't a big deal really just took the cereal... and the milk, and... voila, a bowl of cereal! Ha ha, heh.... umm... yeah." He takes a bite and looks straight ahead. Mabel is currently dying of hardly contained laughter.

"Wow, real smooth, Dipper." She teases. As soon as he begins to open his mouth again, Grunkle Stan enters the kitchen.

"Morning, kids." He says, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Grunkle Stan! Want some Mabel Juice? I made a fresh batch!!!" She replies, shoving a blender in his face.

"Yeah, um, how about no."
"PLEASE?"
"No."
"PLLEEAAASSSEEE????"
"No."
"PLLLEEEAAASSSSSSSEEEEEEE???????"

"Not gonna break me, kid." She gives a heartwrenching pout and depressingly trudges back to her cereal. I laugh, until she tries to make me drink it. That's no laughing manner, in my eyes. But I guess it's half decent.
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