BillDip: Pine Tree's Deal

You've Got A Deal Pine Tree

Dipper's POV:

Dipper shook the demon's hand. and light blue flames engulfed his entire arm; just as the deals before that always stung, so did this one. In a flash as bright as the one emitted when Bill had come,  the demon vanished. Almost like Bill was a star that burned out, a kind of romantic image in contrast to the sociopath that he was.

Dipper didn't waste any time - there was a universal clock ticking down and Bill was just waiting to come grab him and drag him to the Nightmare Realm. Dipper ran all the way back to the Mystery Shack, not wasting a precious moment.

When he finally reached the Mystery Shack, Mabel and Ford were sitting in the living room with Stan looking healthy as can be. He had a smile on his wrinkly old face and he was cracking jokes as he always had, "Ay, Dipper, looks like I beat death for a while longer. I'm feelin' better than ever!" Stan said, ruffling Dipper's dark chocolate hair.

"Aha, that's because I saved your life for Mabel's sake."

Everyone looked confused and worried at his words, "W-what did you do dipper?" Mabel stuttered out, her eyes wide. Ford looked as if he was trying to put the pieces together, but was missing the reference picture to begin with.

"I made a deal with Bill. If he spared Stanley's life I agreed I would live in the Nightmare Realm with him forever. It's not like I was doing anything with my pathetic life anyways. Me and Josh broke up 4 years ago, I don't have any friends, and you're going to New York soon anyways Mabel. I did this for you," Dipper was on the verge of tears as his family looked at him in disgust  and horror.

"How could you do that, Dipper!" Ford was screaming at the young man in front of him, as if that could reason with him, but it was too late to save him now. He'd already made the deal with the devil himself.

Mabel spent the night crying, but she understood why he did what he did. She was going to miss her brother and Stanley couldn't thank the boy enough for what he had done for him. In the meantime, Ford ignored Dipper, refused to even look at him, let alone say goodbye to him. The night went by too fast and the clock had finally reached zero.

Dipper turned to his sister one last time and hugged her goodbye, "Find true love, Mabel, and don't forget that I'll always love and care for you." He let her go, hugged Stan one last time, and Bill showed up to collect on his end of the deal.

Bill's POV:

Bill had waited the night throughout, instructing those that lived in his realm — The Nightmare Realm — to leave Dipper be for the time being. Of course, he left out the fact that he was going to be a new demon, the classification was likely to be a demon of knowledge considering Dipper's generalized ability to absorb knowledge like he does. Sure he would have pegged that more on Ford, but he'd rather just say he'd be an egotistical demon. It was pretty true

Anyway.

Bill had arrived just as the clock hit its last second, he didn't even bother to bleach the world of its colours. Instead, he appeared in the livingroom of the Shack with no theatrics other than a smug fanged grin and cane curled beneath his hands. His molten gold eyes were half-lidded as he'd just reached out and tapped Stanley's chest.

Watching the life breathe back into the old man was certainly interesting, but not interesting enough. The hook of his cane had stolen out to pull Dipper to his side, a hand snaked around the boy's waist, as he proceeded to flat out ignore the rest of the Pines.

"It's been a pleasure working with you Pines. Dipper will be barred from this universe after he's been made into a demon — I'd rather like to keep him on a leash anyway. Ciao♪!"

That was all he said to them, pressing the side of his hip to Dipper's and in an instant, he'd pulled him out of the home, out of the universe dubbed as 46'\

And into the Nightmare Realm.

Now it's safe to say that the boy would be disoriented - a lack of gravity would be one main reason, though the fact that up and down seemed to be a vague concept rather than an actuality would be another.

Just like that the demon had snatched up Dipper's wrist and dragged him along, expression cold and steady as he'd lead the way to where he typically resided, not far from the throne that appeared to be made of nothing but optical illusions. Just as he'd sorta pulled and 'tossed' the boy forward he'd perched himself on said throne's arm and peered blandly at him.

"You realize this is going to be more painful than anything you've ever experienced, right, Pinetree? And nothing could elevate you in status unless you're ready to kill others. Which, considering you'll likely have your pathetic human emotions, won't be an option for you."

Dipper's POV:

Dipper looked up into the demon's golden eyes and smiled. Of course he knew this would be painful, but he refused to give Bill the satisfaction of knowing and seeing Dipper's pain. Dipper thought for a moment, staring off into nowhere, How dare he say I'm not capable of killing! He has no idea what demon blood will do to my mind! Or... does he?

"I know it will be painful, anything with you is going to be painful." Dipper felt brave for showing Bill he was capable of being next to him, rather than beneath. "So, how exactly do we do this process of me becoming a demon?"

Bill's POV:

"Blood exchange. Magick IS most potent in blood, after all."

On the contrary, a number of humans in the past have turned to demons and maintained their sanity through the process until after they'd seen or caused some horrific event.

But he'd hummed as he spoke, giving a flick of his wrist as he'd manifested an odd wine glass, curling his empty hand and slicing his palm with a taloned thumb. He didn't even blink at the pain, only cupped that hand and held it over the brim of the glass. It always struck his fascination to see his own golden ichor, it was pretty if not totally weird. Then again he is a king of weird.

After a minute he'd closed the bleeding hand to a fist and flexed the hand open, the wound healing immediately, and he'd shifted to extend the glass to Dipper.

"Drink up, kid. No doubt the sad sacks I call my henchmaniacs are dying to eat you as a sorry human."

Dipper's POV:

Dipper couldn't believe what Bill was saying to him. Did he really have no humanity left in him? As always, Dipper had so many questions: how did Bill become demon? Was he always one? Was Bill capable of love? Of emotions past his mania?

Dipper took the glass. It was a sweet smelling and inviting, and he thought, did he really want to give his soul to the devil himself? Nonetheless, Dipper put the smooth, cold glass to his lips and drank the whole glass in one go.

The blood was cold in the first few seconds. Then, his entire body felt as if it was in flames. Dipper tried to hold on and not cry out, refusing to give Bill any satisfaction of his pain, but it seemed the longer he held on to his humanity, the more painful the experience. Dipper soon cried out and screamed, looking up at Bill, who, of course, had a smug look on his face. Dipper regretted calling upon the demon and making a deal. This, he realised, was the cost of trusting a devil.

Dipper, for some time, hadn't realized that the pain had stopped, and he staggered up to his feet to walk away from Bill when he saw his reflection in a mirror. His eyes were no longer a warm milk chocolate color, but jet black. Bottomless. It looked as if he had no life in his eyes, only despair. He could feel the magick travel through his veins, hot and alive as if a separate, sentient being. He was soon able to teleport as far away from Bill as he could go. If Bill wanted him, he would have to come and find him. The castle was a lot like the Fearamid, but classier, and the more Dipper traveled, the more he seemed to get lost. He soon sat down on the stone cold floor. 

I hate Bill, he thought to himself. Dipper made a deal, but he needed time to himself to figure out what his new demonic self was like, and knowing Bill, he wouldn't be able to have that time. Dipper focused, teleported one last time, and ended up in a room. It was a nice room with a big bed and soft carpet. Dipper sat on the bed, sinking into the plush fabrics, and quickly fell asleep.

A/N: This chapter was edited by jadecrossroads