Bill's Apprentice//Male!Reader Insert

Chapter X - New Form

*~(M/n)'s Point of View~*

For some reason, Bill hasn't been responding to him. When (M/n) tried to ask him what he's doing through the telepathy thing, but there was no reply. He tried going to his statue, nope.

It was beginning to frustrate him for the last two days. He couldn't help him if he wasn't even answering him.

The feeling in his chest wasn't helping. It began to grow more painful than it used to be. He tried to pay it no mind but it somehow got worse.

Lying on his bed, (M/n) groaned. He was petting his new cat, Mystery. But the softness of his fur couldn't calm his growing anger. The cat purred in his touch and dug its face on his shirt.

(M/n) sighed. "Why isn't he saying anything? Just what the heck happened to him?" He asked to himself.

He made one of his sketchpads fly to his hand and opened it. It was really dusty so he sneezed. He groaned and opened it, staring at the old drawings.

Most of them were unfinished and left to wait until they were continued while others were pieces of art that had been long since it had been looked at. It made him slightly smile. He sighed.

"Maybe I should clear my head for a while." Standing up, he put down Mystery and went out his bedroom door, going downstairs.

Without Bill, he had nothing to do than explore and hang out with Dipper and Mabel. He went to the place where he and Dipper saw the colorful aurora.

(M/n) sat on the edge of the cliff. The air was at its strongest. But it helped him cool down from the summer heat. He played with the eye necklace around his necked.

He can't believe he was saying this, but he missed Bill. It was weird. Why would he miss a demon who's probably gonna use him for world domination? Maybe it's because he's something so surreal that he can't take his mind of him. Yeah, that was definitely it.

Glazing his fingers on the flat decoration, (M/n) sighed. Before he could stand up, the familiar voice of a certain demon made him jump and end up floating beside the edge of the cliff.

"Jeez, I thought you were going to commit suicide, kid. I was just gone for two days." Bill said jokingly.

If he was actually here, (M/n) would've hugged him to death. If he was even allowed to die again. He rested his arms on the edge of the cliff.

"BILL! Oh goodness, why were you inactive for that long!? I was starting to worry!" He yelled in a worried tone. Bill chuckled soullessly.

"But didn't you enjoy your time with Pinetree?" He asked.

The question surprised him. (M/n) lifted himself up and laid on the ground, heaving slightly. He bit his bottom lip. The feeling in his chest grew more tighter by the minute. Why was he acting like this?

"Bill, I only hung out with him because you were ignoring me. I had no choice. And besides, I'm not gonna teach myself to get demonic powers. Wait, can I?"

He waited for an answer. The only thing he heard was the sound of his thoughts racing and the air blowing through him. The necklace jingled in his movements.

"You know what? Let's just start another lesson. This time it's shape-shifting." Bill said, trying to change the subject. (M/n) sighed and stood up, dusting off dirt from his shirt.

Bill was definitely up to something. But (M/n) knew he couldn't push it any farther. It would make him mad. And yeah, he had to admit, he was terrifying when he's mad.

Some time later, he had finally found a place to practice shape-shifting.

It was a rather large space with trees forming a circle in the center. Birds sang and butterflies flied across the beautifully lighted space. Flowers bloomed radiantly in yellow green grass.

"Woah." Was all (M/n) muttered before taking a seat in the center.

"Alright. Start with easy breathing. Inhale." Bill instructed, his voice lowering to a more calm tone. The (H/c) haired male took a deep breath, doing as instructed.

"Exhale." He did as told.

"Alright. Clear all your thoughts and think of what to become. Don't think of Pinetree."

"What the hell, Bill."

"Just do it."

(M/n) closed his eyes and thought of becoming anything he wanted. He did always want to become a lion for some reason. They were fierce and courageous. Unlike him. He was just a guy who had a miserable start back in highschool. Who got bullied rather harshly and has no mom...

His thoughts began to unravel and messed. When he opened his eyes, tears began to form. No, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO, NO-

"(M/n), breathe! Stop-"

"I'm sorry! I d-didn't mean to!"

"Control yourself!"

"I can't! S-Stop hurting me!"

(M/n) felt himself grow smaller until he felt something grow on his back. And before he knew it, he was in some sort of tunnel. But it was fine, nobody would know he was scared.

"(M/n)? Can you hear me?" The voice of Bill asked, worried. He didn't answer. He just laid in his tunnel-like place. He didn't want to talk right now.

"Come on. I know you can hear me. Please come out." No answer.

"Please? So we can talk about this...problem?"

"N-No..." (M/n) sniffed.

"Please?" Bill pleaded one final time. This time, (M/n) crawled out and was surprised at how big the demon was. His eyes widened.

"How did you get so big?" He asked.

"You turned into a turtle." The demon simply said. (M/n) felt embarrassed. He turned back into himself and looked everywhere but Bill's direction. But he decided to talk. "I'm sorry, for you know...freaking out like that."

"You're traumatized and paranoid aren't you?" Bill said. With hesitance, (M/n) nodded.

It was obviously true. He was bullied and once, he tried cutting. That didn't work so well so he began wearing long-sleeves to hide them. Now his mom was gone and it made it worse. He was even thinking of trying to cut again.

"But don't do it. Remember, our lives are tied. Every pain you feel, I feel it too. That's why we both have that weird feeling inside of us. That means we have a bond. That means we have to be there...for each other." Bill said.

The two sat in silence in the dark void. It was somehow safe when (M/n) was with Bill. They always managed to get each other out of their misery. And he liked that. He sighed and fell back, laying on the 'floor'.

"You know, I've actually been kinda weirded out by your form. Like seriously, a Dorito? You gotta be kidding me."

"What's a Dorito?"

"Uuuhhh....nevermind."

"Hm. Hold on. Let me slip into something more comfortable."

With that, Bill stood up and closed his eye. Blue flames engulfed him and burned out right after. Standing before him, was a boy with beautiful yellow and black hair, with the lower part being the latter. He wore a suit made from gold (Or maybe souls? He didn't know to be honest) torso to legs and he wore black shoes. He also had a black bowtie and a black tophat. The boy twirled a black cane with his fingers, which were covered with, you guessed it, black gloves.

At first, (M/n) didn't know if that was even Bill, but when he saw that mischevous smirk on the boy's face, it was obvious he was Bill.

"I'm hot, aren't I?"

"You literally came out of flames."

"Hm. Fair point." Bill set down his cane and rested his arms on it. He looked completely different. But he was still a demon. But then (M/n) thought of something.

"I have an idea."

//Ok, so I've been busy THE WHOLE WEEK and I'll probably only be able to update during weekends. Sorry :P Hoped you enjoyed the story cause it's about to go even deeper//