Oak Tree | BillDip

Chapter 2 - Captive

Dipper awoke and lifted his head, his movements were like he was swimming in jello. Right now he was in some kind of room with a grand piano and a couch made of...skin? Dipper shivered.

He was too scared to even move his head. What was Bill planning? There was no noise, except for the occasional ringing in his ears.

Suddenly, there was a bright blue light. "Hiya, Pine Tree!" Bill. Bill floated toward Dipper and summoned his cane. "You really have no use to me, so I am going to he keeping you here. No going out of this room, bathroom is over there." Bill waved his hand lazily.

"You know, meatsack needs," He continued. Dipper nodded sharply, his brown hair bobbing slightly. His hat was gone, nowhere to be seen. "You know you can move around right? Welp, I'm outa here. Got a town to run!" Bill cackled as he teleported out.

Dipper stayed in the corner he was in. Seemingly an eternity later, finally moved his head to look at his surroundings. There was that piano—why would Bill need a piano?—, that one creepy couch, a fireplace...the entire room was just red. Red. Seems like everything is red these days.

He turned his head to look above the fireplace. There was this portrait of Bill with a floating crown and a spear, one foot placed on Earth. "What is he planning," Dipper said to himself. Maybe if he was just that careful, he could escape!

Dipper tried to stand up, but his legs gave out from under him. His stomach growled. When was the last time he ate something? Dipper groaned in frustration. Will he ever get out of this damned place?

He thought about trying to stand up again, but instead drew shapes into the floor. Will everything be normal again? Would Dipper ever live a normal life? He sighed out of his nose. He's trapped in an insane chaos god's castle, of course he won't live a normal life again.

Then a golden grandfather clock caught his eye. Why would he need a clock if "time was dead" to him? Hm...maybe he could try to ask Bill later, if he felt up to it.

Finally, Dipper felt the urge to use the restroom.

He used the piano to hoist himself up. Now he had to walk...

Dipper put one foot in front of the other. There was a slight throbbing pain, but it was bearable. He walked slowly to the door at the end of the room and in slight hesitation, he opened it.

Woah...

The bathroom was huge. It was like one of those rich-people bathrooms. There was a huge shower with small steps that led up to it, marble floors and walls, a little closet built into the wall, golden shelves with little white lights...

Dipper snapped out of his trance when he realized he was admiring a bathroom. A bathroom. Bill thought of everything, didn't he?

That's when he shut the bathroom door behind him to wash his dirty hands, washing the dirt and dry blood off. He looked in the mirror.

Dipper gasped. He was a wreck. His left cheek was bruised, he had cuts on his right cheek, his hair was messy and greasy as all hell, his vest was ripped in various places, his shirt mangled. He also had a huge gash on his right forearm.

He grabbed the towel next to the sink and began to wash the gash on his arm. Sighing heavily, he thought about his parents back home. Did time really stop as Bill said? Were his parents worrying about them right now? Dipper shook his head from the thought. He wondered if he was allowed to take a shower...

Opening the door back into the room, Bill was there. Yelping, the 12-year-old jumped back and slammed the bathroom door shut. He could not face that insane triangle guy right now. Dipper looked around the room and saw the closet.

Dipper ran into the closet, and closed the door just as Bill opened the door to the bathroom. "Oh, Pine Tree," Dipper tried to calm his breathing so he wouldn't hear it. He turned and looked for any other hiding places in this huge closet. Luckily, there was a bunch of expensive looking towels on the shelf. So, Dipper knocked them off the shelf and hid under them, waiting for the chaotic dorito god to go away.

Dipper couldn't tell if Bill was by the closet or not. He didn't have any clues. Bill was a floating nacho, for goodness sake. No footsteps, no—

The door to the closet opened.

"Pine Tree, come out where ever you are!" Bill hummed. Dipper clenched his jaws as he feared for the worst if Bill found out he was hiding from him in his own castle home.

"Hm..." Suddenly, the warm towels lifted, revealing the skinny boy, eyes wide. Dipper yelped as Bill lifted him up.

"Please don't hurt me!" Dipper cowards, shaking, covering his eyes with his hands.

Bill only sighed sent a little shock onto him, which the boy flinched in turn. Dipper let out a silent tear. "Hm..." Bill pondered. "If you keep hiding from me, then maybe I'll have to watch you from now on." Before Dipper could make any replies, Bill teleported them into the throne room.

Dipper closed his eyes and shuttered. He wanted to throw up. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. The city boy with no friends is now the prisoner in an insane yellow triangle's hands.

"I thought I've been nice," Bill declared. "I gave you a comfortable room and a bathroom and you hide from me. You'll be staying in here from now on until I think you should be able to go back." Dipper tried to pry himself from Bill's cold monstrous hand, but Bill narrowed his eye and just squeezed harder. Finally, Bill let go. Dipper dropped to the ground.

Bill looked around and spotted Pyronica talking to Pacifier. "Pyronica!" Bill called. "Watch Pine Tree for me, will you?" Without saying another word, Bill disappeared.

Dipper first looked at Pacifier. He remembered him saying earlier,"I have butchered millions on countless moons." He concluded that he should probably stay out of his way.

Dipper looked up slowly at the pink demon, who was smiling giddily. What she said was not what Dipper expected her to say at all: "Oh, you poor thing!" Pyronica picked him up and ran her magenta fingers through his hair. She scrunched her nose(?).

"You need a bath," she told him. Dipper looked closely at her arms and legs, the flames white and moving. But it had no effect to the skin, just like Bill's fire.

Dipper squeaked. "U-Uh...I don't think there's any need for that."

Pyronica scowled. "Yes there is! To the bathroom!" She declared.

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After a somewhat awkward bath, Pyronica dressed him and combed his hair. She also fixed Dipper's wounds. Why was she doing this to him? She was one of Bill's many henchmaniacs, anyway.

Without stopping himself, Dipper asked,"Why are you being so nice to me?"

Pyronica giggled a little after a moment's hesitation. "Well, Bill must've kept you for a reason. And you look sorry enough to me," Dipper shivered at the mention of Bill's name. He

Dipper smiled for the first time that week. "...Thanks."