You're Mine: A Monster Falls Fanfic

ChApTeR tEn

Bill's POV

I found Dipper asleep on the couch at home. I lifted him carefully and placed him on my bed. I wouldn't dare sleep next to him after what just happened, but I could at least give him the more comfortable place to sleep.

I took my seat o the couch and laid down. Dipper would be up in a few short hours for dinner so in the meantime I could catch a few winks too.

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Dipper's POV

I woke up on Bill's room. I looked around but no Bill. I don't know if I was more disappointed or happy that he wasn't here. Maybe it was both.

Rubbing my eyes, I climbed off his bed and walked into the kitchen. To my surprise Bill was attempting to make dinner. He had a recipe book, he got from god knows where, sitting open and several pots and pans laying all over the counters.

I watched quietly from the doorway, not wanting to disturb him. Watching him was very entertaining. He was even dancing. I wonder what he's making..?

"Ah hey Pinetree! Dinner is almost ready."

My cover blow, I retreated to the table to continue and watch Bill. But every time I turned to watch his mouth curled up into a devious smile, so I instead looked out the window at the falling snow.

The snow much have started only an hour ago. There wasn't much left from the last snow when I'd fallen asleep.

Bill placed two plates of... pankcakes?... in front of us. I would say they were in fact pancakes, but they weren't golden brown. They were purple.

"Umm Bill what is this?" I asked poking the food.

"They're pancakes," he said already munching on his food.

"How did you make them purple?" I asked raising and eyebrow.

"Pancakes aren't supposed to be purple?" Bill looked down at his own food in surprise.

I shook my head, and pushed my plate away.

"Come on Pinetree! At least try one bite? Please?!"

I rolled my eyes and smashed my fork into the "pancakes" and took a small piece against my lips. Opening my mouth I placed the pancake inside and chewed slowly.

"Well?!"

They actually didn't taste half bad. But I really should tell Bill that pancakes aren't supposed to be-

"Oh I knew you'd like them!" Bill squirmed excitedly in his seat like a little child ready to go to the park.

He'd read my thoughts again. I rolled my eyes and took another bite of the pancake. I was on my fifth bite before an overwhelming sickness in my stomach caused my to stop.

I scrambled off the chair and into the bathroom. I vomited into the toilet. I tried not to look down but when I did I only saw purple. Ewww.

"Pinetree are you.... ewww. What happened to you?"

"Y-your stupid pancakes.. gave me food poisoning!" I yelled, still feeling like I had to vomit.