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

Chapter 8

"Why the hell did you do that, Bill?! I hope you realize how messed up that was. Just because you were throwing a little hissy-fit doesn't mean you had the right to sabotage us like that!" I say, yelling in the smug demon's irritable face. He smiles back at me as if my opinion couldn't be of any less value. Anger boils up in me as his only reply is a steady stare and irregrettable smile. "Aren't you going to answer me, you jackass?!? I'm talking to you!" He laughs, floating above the dream desk-chair and towering above my frazzled form. His shadow covers my presence like a golden eclipse over a sleeping Earth.

"I am not sorry at all whatsoever," he replies simply, filling me with even more anger. I huff and saunter out of his shadow, throwing myself onto the bed.

"Asshole..." I mutter under my breath. He follows me without breaking his grin.

"Why would you ever call me that? If I remember correctly, I was the one with the heart big enough to make a deal with you..." he returns, sitting next to me. "And besides! I just thlught it would entertain us to see our friend in a new getup..." I scoff.

"Us?! Don't you mean YOU?! Stop lying and admit that you are a big jerk who likes to play games with my head, no matter how generous our deal may be." I retort, a little out of breath. He snickers, wrapping an arm around my shaking shoulders.

"Come on, y/n, cheer up! Look. I'm sorry. Now let's find something more fun to talk about! Like... how's it been having me in your head? Aren't you excited to see Pine Tree in a dress? What's wrong? Cheer up! You have me to talk to, and I said sorry!" He says, a frown spreading across his face.

"Do you seriously think I'm going to believe your apology??? You don't even sound like you mean it! God, could you just go away???" I reply. A flash of some unidentified emotion plays over his expression. A twinge of guilt tugs at my heart, but I ignore it and shut my eyes, desperately trying to wake up.

***Bill's POV***

I watch her body vanish from this plane of existence as she wakes up and into reality. I furrow my eyebrows and look down at my gloved hands, frustrated at the fact that I actually felt guilty over that whole ordeal. I'm not used to emotions, but ever since being recreated from Stan's mind, they've been bugging me like parasites. Since I was conjured from a human, those human emotions have been programmed into my soul, a.k.a, Bill 2.0: the downgraded update. My previous form allowed me to be so much more powerful with my fully charged magic and sociopathic persona. But now...
now, I might as well be a normal age-old teenage boy with some weak powers. And a bit of mental instability.

I sigh, sitting at the dream-desk and looking at y/n's personal belongings. She has some really good drawings on her desk, along with a bunch of disorganized art supplies. I stare at them with a weird intensity, as if each one adds even more longing in my weak soul. Ever since I searched her mind, I've been fascinated with her character, her faults, and just y/n in general. She's special. She's not like anyone else I've shared a head with.

I want y/n back in the realm with me. I want her to sleep, so we can talk. So I can have some company in this boringly miserable place. So she can be my pet and nobody else's. But instead of that, she woke up to go hang out with Pine Tree. The thought disgusts me. Y/n obviously should prefer me over the kid. He's just a boring nobody, while I could give her the world if I wanted to.

I close my eyes and channel my vision into hers, so I can see what she sees. I see her in her cot, and see Shooting Star poking Dipper's cheek with a dress in hand.
I giggle, seeing that he's about to get what he deserves.