Mysteries (Bill x Fem!Dipper)

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"DIPPER! SPEAK TO ME-"
"DIP-"
"PLEA-"
"WAKE U-"

A voice said. She couldn't see, hear, feel- but here she was feeling the cold ground on her back and red filling her vision with A bell ringing in her ears.  A blurry yellow appears, then everything just feels cold. Uncaring, empty, alone.

She wakes up and the brightness of the light from the curtain almost blinds her. She sits up and brings her hand to her eyes.

"Ugh..."

What a horrible way to wake up. She turns and looks at the messy bed on the other side of the room.

"Mabel's gone...She's probably at school."

'What happened yesterday was...'

The bubble skeeted and scratches onto the ground. Then it pops. She feels Bill's hold on her tighten. The three of them flew onto the ground, hurting them in the process.

'He held me really tightly...'

A soft pink blooms across her cheeks and she smiles in a goofy way.

No! No!

She can't think of the enemy about that!

But...

SLAP!

"Dipper Mary Pines! You are not attracted to your sworn enemy! So what if he actually is growing as a person? So what if he was super hot-"

She slapped herself again, hard.

"What am I saying... God, I can't believe my moral compass is this messed up. " She said and falls in the pillow.

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"DIPPER-"

What...? Why is everything so blurry and his does face feels wet? But it didn't feel like his body was damp, just his cheeks.

"DIPPER!"

W-was he crying? And why is his vision suddenly red?! Why can't he breathe!?  What is that ringing he's hearing!?

"I'm coming Bill, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!~"

ThaT FUCKING BASTARD-

Bill wakes up in pure anger. He sits up with a dark expression and he slowly lifts his bandaged arm, still bruised and cuts still fresh. He glared at nothing and clenched his hand until it turned pale.

"Arnold... That fucking backstabbing little shitbag..."

He could've used better words to describe said person but honestly he's too angry to even think with common sense.

Bill grits his teeth and his hair turns red with the air around him dropping into a million degrees. And did I mention that objects began to float? But he realized that he was wasting too much energy on that asshole, he's already drained the half of his magical core.

He breathes in and exhaled loudly, it hurt but he was used to the pain. Curious, he lifts up the ratty white shirt he's wearing and it reveals his whole torso in bandages. Ouch, maybe he's broken a rib or two...it's all because of that asshole-

No, now is not the time for him be thinking about that, he's not worth it. Bill decides to think about something else, someone else, a certain someone with hazelnut hair and beautiful brown eyes-

His face heats up and he plops down back the bed, sighing.

He looked at the ceiling.

The old, yellow ceiling.