BillDip: Pine Tree's Deal

New Demon

Bill's POV:

The demon was... well, until his destruction he was quite a furious thing - he wasn't dubbed as a creature of nightmares without cause. Though he was 'born' a demon, and it honestly seemed as though the demon only loved himself and his deals.

He'd raised a blond brow, well at the very least he could say Dipper had some serious gall to drink that in one go. Still, he watched, waited, and when the boy finally showed weakness, that cry of pain? It had him grin rather broadly, Dipper really had no clue how much he relished seeing him suffer like that. The devil does have a silver tongue.

He had only watched when the newly made demon had gotten up, the tip of his middle finger caught between his teeth as if to hide the little blossom of joy that rose in him; yet he kept those amberlight eyes on him, letting them fall closed when he warped away. He could keep his eyes on him anywhere here, and he could observe just fine.

He could only let a soft curlicue of a laugh escape him, more so when the kid found the Quadrangle, and made a gentle humming noise when he realized that he'd found a place to sleep, though his smile faded soon.

It was a backhanded wave of his hand that seemed to darken most of the Nightmare Realm, and in a blink he'd warped himself to the very same room, how this boy has the audacity to sleep where it is Bill rests on rare occasions is impressive. But... well, looking at him now, he didn't think it wise to wake him, instead only moved to the other side and took a seat before lifting his legs and lounging back.

Yes, besides a newly made demon that was beyond beneath him.

He didn't lay a hand on the boy now, only watched him for a length of time; honestly, time was barely a loose concept here. But there would be a sense of it, like in those moments when minutes feel like hours or vice versa - a sense that it was not what it was, that things had a subtle or grand difference.

And it would be after feeling this, that Bill had just manifested a sort of interdimensional Rubik's Cube and toyed with it out of boredom. Why was it that he felt the need to let Dipper rest was beyond even him, yet it was a feeling that stayed and one that he would follow. His instincts hadn't led him astray in all his millennia. Why would they now?

Dipper's POV:

When Dipper finally woke up he had forgotten where he was, thinking he was back home he called for Mabel but no one responded, Dipper looked around and realized he was in none other than Bill's room with soft red covers over him, Dipper didn't remember covering himself up when it hit him, Bill had found him and covered him, but why? He thought Bill had no feelings and would rather watch the world burn and suffer, the bigger question was why didn't Bill wake him? Dipper called out for Bill.

"Bill?"He waited, but he received no response. Was he punishing dipper for running away? Was that what Bill wanted to do, leave dipper alone for the rest of eternity? Dipper fell to the ground and started to sob "Please don't leave me alone" he cried to himself in the hope that Bill was listening.

Bill's POV:

The demon had indeed done so, before leaving to scatter off any of the other demons that resided here. Newly formed demons tend to be even weaker than expected, and he'd rather Dipper not be antagonised during the readjustment period. It'll be... interesting.

Still he had tuned out of the room and busied himself with that, though it was while he was drifting back to check on the boy when he heard that cry, a faint grimace graced his features as he'd rounded the corner.

"Yeesh, kid, guy can't scatter some henchmaniacs without some waterworks kickin' in? Relax, you aren't alone. Nobody is in this world."

He'd floated over, curling lithe form around him for a moment before offering a hand, though his expression was blasé, neutral.

Dippers POV:

Dipper looked up when he heard Bill's voice "I-I thought you were leaving me alone forever" Dipper stuttered, trying to calm himself down. Dipper eventually took Bill's hand and felt instant relief and regret at the same time. Dippers face turned bright red and he curled up into the demon.

He felt pure and utter animosity towards the demon. Dipper stood up and faced Bill,  "How can you sit there and play with my heart? If your all knowing you should know how I really feel about you," he screamed, "You should know that it wasn't hard for me to decided to spend the rest of eternity with you in hell!"

Dipper felt the rage filling every pour of his body as he started to shake, the room started to spin the colors blurring together. He felt nauseous as everything hit him at once, his anger, his transformation, and eventually sat down on the hard wooden floor. The only thing calming Dipper down was running his hand across the smooth cold ground, he started humming and forgot that Bill was even there.

Dipper got off the floor and walked out of the room as Bill watched him leave. He decided to go explore the nightmare realm, he went off to what looked like woods in gravity falls. He wondered if Bill created this for him, but the thought of him made ticked him off. He loved Bill but he also hated that he didn't have the same feelings. All Dipper was to him was a puppet something to play with, all Bill wanted from Dipper was a toy.

A/N: This chapter was edited by jadecrossroads