Never Trust Your Demons

32

Another week passes. Another week of these nightmares. Bill...has slowed down his visits to one a day. In my mind. Cy comes over occasionally as well. He seems more forlorn than before, which, regrettably, makes sense. I'm pretty sure I'm breaking his heart.
My questions have returned, as well as the new one about Ford, battering the sides of my head as they try to escape and ask him. I hold my tongue though. Asking a question would probably invite him in. Plus, I made a deal and a promise not to.
Ford's still not being very cautious about where I am when he says not to tell me something. It's almost like he wants to torture me with the fact that he trusts me with nothing. I'm on the verge of pressuring Dipper into telling  meat least why not.

This morning I woke up, feeling well rested for the first time in two weeks. I guess Pink Psycho figured I was scared enough to stay away from him without constant threats.
I don't have and nightmares the next night either. Or the next. Bill seems to have noticed that, but I'm still avoiding him and he still appears concerned. I desperately want to tell him what's wrong, but I don't even want to risk the nightmares returning. There's still enough of a warning on my arms and my forehead.
Today, I'm on the verge of breaking. I can't see another dejected Bill frown, and, on a lesser note, I'm ready to burst with questions. I sit at the table in the TV room that afternoon, perfecting a sketch of the Doctor and Rose and flipping through random music videos on YouTube.
Because with all that's been happening, I could use a good dosage of relaxing, heart-wrenching emotions.
I've nearly gotten my mind off my questions and Bill, when Ford walks in telling Dipper to-you guessed it-not tell Conifer.
I feel my fists clench around my pencil. I slam my sketchbook closed as the pencil snaps in two, ripping out my earbuds. I shove my sketchbook and the pieces of my pencil into my backpack and shoulder it in a huff.
"That all you know how to say?" I growl quietly as I stand up. I tug my hat down, slamming the door behind me as I storm out of the shack.
Guess he pushed my breaking point a tad too far.
I trudge through the forest, my gnawing questions finally allowed to chew away at my mind.
What is Bill planning? Who are those other demons? What did I "do" to him? What does my family have to do with his plans? What does Ford know? Why doesn't he trust me?
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but its gotten the best of me.
"Agh!" I scream in frustration, a flaming purple hand punching a tree. Something fairly large and hard hits my head. "Ow..." I grumble, removing my hat and the rubbing the spot where it him. On the ground lays an abnormally large-but still not huge enough to make me worry about a concussion-acorn. "Great, what weirdness is going on this time?" I roll my eyes, picking it up. "Gah!" Out of the blue, large, shining eyes appear on the acorn. I drop it abruptly. Just before it hits the ground, it jerks and wiggles, and it transforms into a pink, jelly like blob. "...Morph?" I look down at the little creature, who flies up to me and rubs against my cheek. I smile. "Hi there little guy! Where've you been?" I laugh as he burbles something in response, then flies around me. "Hey, stop! That tickles!"
He stops suddenly, looking at the cuts on my hands. He purrs sadly, morphing into a bandage and wrapping around them.
"I wish I could say that worked," I sigh, forcing a forlorn smile as I sit down against the now smoking tree. He blinks at me, collecting once again into his jelly form sitting in my hand. "The thing with demons is, if they don't want you to heal, you won't. And I think I've got a death wish from one."
He burbles again, spinning and forming a yellow triangle with one eye, a bowtie, and a top hat. I just realized how I never see Bill in his true form, not since he tricked me with the anti-love potion.
"No, not him," I sigh. "Though I might be killing him on the inside..." I groan in frustration. "If only that pink, flaming demon would leave me alone..."
Morph spins again, and the triangle Bill turns pink and starts flaming. I laugh.
"Not quite. More human like," Pink human Bill. "It was a girl," Bill gains a more feminine figure. I give Morph more descriptions, and he eventually reaches a form that looks somewhat like her. "Yeah, that's it!" I laugh as he changes back into himself.
"That's what's been giving you nightmares?" I jump up in surprise, turning as I hear the voice behind me.
"How long have you been there?!" I ask in terror. I just told him. Doss it count if I didn't realize it?! Oh my gosh, she can't kill anyone! The guilt would kill me too!
"Since you sat down, just about," He comes around the tree next to me. "Heard to talking to this little guy here," Using his finger, he rubs Morph's head-or at least what appears to be his head. Morph purrs in response, enjoying it.
"Y-you don't understand. She's going to start killing people!"
"Police Box, why didn't you tell me?!"
"Do you know what she did?! She terrorized me nightly, threatening to kill my family or friends if you found out or kept coming near me! I-i didn't want to risk it! She kept telling me I did something to you,"
"Hm," He rolls his eyes. "I guess I did act a bit extreme after the dance."
"Bill who is she? And who are those demons?"
"Eh, just some chaotic friends," He glances around.
"They... one of them said they needed me alive for something."
"What?!" He looks at me, livid. "Those idiots..." He mutters, turning away and kicking something on the ground. "Their fat mouths will spoil the plans."
"Again with the plans?! If you don't want me asking so many questions, stop bringing things up I'm going to ask about!" I exclaim. "Now specifically I am needed for these plans?!"
I stares at me for a second, then smack his forehead. "Should not have said that..." He grumbles.
"Bill why can't you answer any of my questions?" I ask. "I have too many to not ask!" I ignore the nagging thought in the back of my head I should leave him before something bad happens.
"Think about it," He says, his mood suddenly turned. He disappears. I feel his arms wrap around me from behind. "Do you really need the answers?"
"I know I promised to be patient and not ask anymore," I turn, pushing him away. "But I want answers, and not your crazy half answers and lies and mysteries and nightmares and... and... flirting!"
Morph flies after the animated movements of my hands, transforming into an image of me and repeating every couple of words.
I suddenly find chains of Bill's blue fire wrapping themselves around me, pinning my arms to my side.
"Now now  Police Box..." Bill purrs, holding the other end of the chains and pulling me close. "Your questions will be answered eventually..." He waves away Morph, and I am only just able to see he had formed a heart. Not helping, Morph. "But the deal said no more questions, so unless you'd like me to suddenly remind Pinetree, Shooting Star and Fezzy..."
I glare at him, my cheeks burning as his head rests on my shoulder. "I'd at least like a date," I growl.
He chuckles. "No problem. Where'd you like to go?"
It takes me a second, but then I realize that wasn't the best choice of words. Then again, when is there ever a "best choice of words" with Bill. He can always twist them.
"ENOUGH!" I yell, yanking my arms away from my sides and the fiery chains disintegrate.
There's a sudden burst of energy and I'm thrown back from Bill. My ears ring as I push myself off the ground.
"What was that?" I groan, looking at Bill who, unsurprisingly, stayed upright.
He shrugs. "I'm just a millennia-year-old demon. I don't know everything."
I roll my eyes, but stop as I look around. "Hey... weren't there trees here a second ago?" Now, we're just standing in a clearing. Morph's disappeared as well. Oh, whatever. I can hardly care at this point.
Still a brilliant vermilion, I storm away from Bill, back towards the Mystery Shack.
"Hey, where're you going?" I smack away another chain trying to snake around me.
"Go away, Bill!" I walk a bit faster, Morph beside me.
Bill appears in front of me and I bump into him. I look up and glare into his grin, shouldering my backpack.
I shove past him and run.
I'm going to confront Dipper about Ford, maybe get my answers that way.
I reach the Mystery Shack. Something in my gut tells me something's not right. For one thing, why hasn't Bill entered my mind yet? Not that I mind, it's just... strange.
I open the door.
"Dipper!" I call onto the empty building, moving into the "Employees Only" section.
It's dark in the TV room, except for the light coming out of the TV. I see Dipper's hat pulled down over his face. "Dipper, I need to talk to you," I walk in towards him.
I gasp in surprise and back up when he turns to face me.
"Who are you? And what are you looking for him here?"
That isn't Dipper.