Alone

Chapter 17

Mabel's POV

What the hell! Have I not learned my lesson from past deals made with Bill?

But I couldn't help it. I needed to make it. This was my chance at being normal again. At being healthy once again. This was my chance at being friends with Dipper again, and going back to school, and living a normal life. I can't just give that up.

But at what cost? What do I have to do to regain all that. What will Bill do to me? 

Well, after this past year I already knew that answer, and it made my cringe. But I can do it. I can push though it.

Besides, I don't exactly have a choice.

Eventually, I  stopped thinking about it and stood up and walked around wherever I was. And it was enormous. I actually couldn't even find where I started. Is this his house? It's a fucking mansion! 

Well, I guess if you're an all powerful demon you can have whatever the hell you want. And that includes a house. I just didn't think of him to be the type to have a fancy mansion. No, it actually makes sense.

I kept wandering around the house, mostly because I didn't have anything better to do. I found a few living room type spaces. A couple kitchens. A few small plain rooms, and some locked doors. One was a double door entrance painted a yellowish gold on it with a triangle directly in the middle. Probably Bill's room. I think his demon form is a triangle. The other locked door was dark oak, almost black. I had no idea what it was. 

After a few hours of walking around, I decided to stay in a room I found. It was cozy, with a couple couches and an ottoman in front of them. 

I sat down on one of the couches and picked up a book I saw on the ottoman.

Demon Power

Well, I have nothing else to do?

I picked up the book and started to read it until I realized that I had no idea what language it was in. It didn't even look like a human language.

الكلمات، وهذه هي كلمات الكتاب. لغة الشيطان بارد، لا انها في الواقع مجرد العربية. نعم، إذا كنت تقرأ هذا، وظيفة جيدة! ذهبت إلى ميل إضافي.

"Well, never mind," I threw the book on the table and sat back on the couch. 

I just sat there for a few hours thinking. I thought about what life might be like here, how long I could be here if I would ever get out, how much torture Bill will put me through, and if this was even worth it. But mostly, I thought about Dipper and hoped he wouldn't worry. I thought about going back to him and wondered what it would be like to spend time with him again while I wasn't battling depression. We could be the Mystery Twins again. That thought made me smile. 

My smile quickly left though when I heard something in the other room. It was probably Bill. I stayed on the couch and tried to be quiet. Maybe he wouldn't come bug me.

"Not going to happen," he mumbled. His tone sounded tired and droned out.  He walked through the door into the room, holding a drink in his hands. I was surprised to see what he was wearing. Instead of his usual suit, he was wearing plain black sweat pants and a yellow hoodie with an eye on it. He looked exhausted too. He had bags under his eyes and slouching a little bit.

I was even more surprised when he came and sat down on the opposite end of the couch with me. I didn't look up at him. I just kept my gaze on the ground. He didn't say anything either. He only sipped his drink. 

Finally one of us broke the silence. 

"Want some?" He motioned to his drink.

"What is it?"

"Just soda." I shrugged.

"Sure." He stood up and left back to where ever he was. Probably a kitchen. he came back a minute later with another cup in his hands. He walked over and handed it to me.

"Here."

"Thanks." I took it and held it in my hand before drinking it. He went to sit back down. Why is he being decently nice to me?

"Don't get used to it."  I glanced at him but he kept his gaze ahead so I went back o looking at my drink. "I'm about to take power from you anyways." I didn't respond. 

We continued to sit in silence, sipping our drinks. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but that didn't mean I could relax with my abuser for the past year sitting on the same couch as me, acting like everything was okay.

Eventually, he stood up and set his drink down on the table. 

"Alright." He turned to face me. "Ready?"I took a shaky breath. 

"I guess." 

"You'll be fine." He rolled his eyes. "It's the same as what's been happening ever since you got hit with the memory gun, except now I have to directly take it from you since I'm no longer trapped in our mind." I nodded and he disappeared into my mind. He wasn't there long, maybe about five minutes max. And I didn't feel any different. Until he came back out.

When I saw him re-appear, he looked more powerful and was glowing gold. He didn't seem so tired anymore and his eyes were bright instead of having bags under them. 

I, on the other hand, felt like I just gotten hit by a train. I didn't remember him taking power feeling like this. Maybe I just never noticed it before? 

I blinked and tried to keep my eyes open and concentrate, but I quickly felt something hard hit my side. At first, I thought it was Bill hitting me, but then I realized it was the floor. My head felt fuzzy, and it didn't quite register that I fell off the couch. How did that even happen? I thought I heard Bill calling me, but I couldn't hear as well as I wanted to.

The room was spinning, but I was floating? No, I was being carried. Wait, what? Who's carrying me? Where am I being carried to? 

I think I blacked out for a moment, because the next thing I knew, I was somewhere else. I was laying somewhere soft and warm and it surrounded me. But I was only half conscious before I blacked out again.