BILLDIP//Smut and Fluff

F L U F F

He was so cute when he slept... The way his chest rose and fell, peacefully, always in a calm rhythm... Yet when he touched him, he instantly fell apart- His breaths became uneven, each one strained and desperate.

He didn't know which kind he enjoyed more.

Every morning, the boy would wake up, and he'd be gone on his own accord. The fact he still had the will to keep moving after the nightmares he gave him, the fact he still fought depression off with every jagged breath...

It drove the demon crazy.

Every night he experimented with his emotions, playing with his mind as if it were a toy. Watching, waiting, hoping the child would give him a new reaction. How could he still have any faith in his puny, insignificant life? How could he keep running when his weak legs could barely support him?

The answer hit him like a slap to the face.

He lived on for his family, and the few friends he had. Mabel, who would never make it on her own, Stan, who was old as is, Soos, who's only friend was the boy and for anyone else who held him close to their slowly dying hearts.

They were getting in his way, and he wouldn't have any of it.

-=[TIME SKIP]=-

Dipper awoke on a lavish bed, light pouring in through silky curtains. He couldn't recall how he got there, or where he'd been before. Memories slipped through his fingers, and he was too tired to hold on to any of them.

"Good morning, my little Pine Tree." He shot upright, panting heavily.

"B-Bill? What... Where..." He turned to face the demon, but in place of his usual triangular form was a formally-dressed man. His bowtie and top hat were kept, now accompanied by a yellow overcoat and pitch black trousers. His hair was light blonde, a few strands of it covering an eye patch he had strapped across his face.

"Welcome to your new home, kid! Make yourself comfortable, okay?" The man stood there expectantly, waiting for him to freak out. The boy just sat there, staring in confusion and awe. He'd taken away his memories, his family and friends, his home... But his reaction was no more exciting than before.

"Why are you human?" He asked lamely, sweat dripping down his forehead. "And- And why did you bring me here? What do you mean this is my home, and why can't I remember having an old one?"

Bill tilted his head, eyeing him down. "Why am I using this flesh bag of a body? Well, to put it simply, because I can." He levitated into the air, and was hovering over the bed in an instant. "Why, do you like what you see?"

Dipper scowled in frustration. "Why am I here, Bill?"

"Because I like you, and I don't know why. You're so uptight and awkward, and your organized lifestyle bores me. I figured that if I showed you how chaotic confusion can get, I could break you." The demon examined his dagger-like nails, ignoring Dipper's horror. "And if I break you, I can find out why I like you so much."

"You say that like it's a game." The boy accused, shaking with fear. "Like I'm just a pawn."

"Think... A doll in a dollhouse." Bill corrected, insanity in his voice. "Now, my dolly... Get up."

Dipper shuffled out of bed, dusting off his pyjamas. "Where can I change?" The man jerked his head towards a door in the corner of the bedroom, which led to a walk-in closet. "If you think you're going to win my cooperation by giving me a mansion, you're mistaken."

The door swung open, revealing an array of clothing from casual and sporty to formal and fancy. He felt drawn to a simple orange tee, a navy vest and wrinkled grey shorts."Seriously?" Bill muttered, rolling his eyes as the boy reached for a ball cap embroidered with a blue pine tree.