Teach Me to Dance Pinetree

Day one

Alright, Insane Au it is folks, ha. 

Drip, drop, Dip-dop~ 

watch the world burn behind my eyes~

Drip, Drop, Dip-dop~

you think your wall can block my lies~

Drip, Drop, Dip-dop~

Watch me as I cut your star to bits~

Drip, Drop, oh my dear little Dip-dop~ 

Brace yourself for when my storm hits ~

Drip, Drop, Dip-Dop~

hand and hand, close to my side, you can't struggle against my lips

Drip, Drop, Dip-dop 

The world you love will decay at my finger tips

Drip, Drop, Dip-dop

Your time is running out, there's no running away now

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Patient #00563

Name: Unknown

Age: Unknown

Home town: Unknown 

"I need you to talk to me Sir, I think you and I both know what you're here for".

Affiliations: Unknown

Weaknesses: Unknown

Powers Limits : Unknown

"We both know why I'm here, but tell me Glasses, my boy. Why are you"? 

Patient #00563 first surfaced about half a decade ago. He went by the alias Bill Cipher, or the demon of the mind, applying nick names to his assets and or enemies. Such examples are:

Sixer, 

"I beg your pardon", 

"Go ahead, beg for it, it's kinky as fuck". 

Glasses

"T-that's not what I'm here for, I'm here because my fri- m-my college, Ford told me I was the only one who could help you, so please, try and help me see why you're like this, why you're hurting, you can trust a friend. I want to see what's going on inside your head."

Pinetree

"Wrong choice of words buster". The glass shattered fluttering around the patient, small cuts flowering on his skin.

Qhyhu dssurdfk, qhyhu wdon wr.  

PRQVWHU

GHPRQ

IUHDN

"I don't think you're going to like what's in my noodle Doc, but please Glasses, come on, lay it on me, I can take it". The blonde fell back ward in his chair a hand hovering above his brow. 

Do not trust,

Do not trust,

Do not trust, 

 My MuSE was a mONSteR. 

"I trust you Glasses, you can tell me the truth", he snapped a gun into existence, his fingers itching around the trigger, "Or have you been lying to me, for shame I thought we were friends". 

Bang,

Bang, 

Bang, 

Frail and weak, the man crumpled to the floor, his eyes glazing over, "First off, never lie to me", he ripped the keys off the dress shirt, a sickening grin growing from the sound of tearing clothe. "Second off,", the man raised his foot, wiping the blood off his hands and onto his prison clothes, "Any friend of Sixer's is as good as dead in my eyes", he stomped down giggling as the skull smashed in, red and pink-grey splattering all over his face. 

Please Dipper, I beg of you, don't, he's killed every single therapist he's had, Fiddleford was just the first one by his hands.

The man bent down dragging his finger through the filth, tsking at the smell that wafted from the gore. Tentatively, Bill raised the finger, sniffing it for a second, "You know Glasses, for someone who claims to be so smart you're brains don't really do much outside of you". He shrugged before licking the fluids up, his eyes never leaving the camera. "Suck it Pines, you're a dead man". 

How did you get him back in his cage?

The door began to scream and scrap, the metal folding in crumbling under pressure. With a flash it was down, the metal less then the size of a cat. 

"I'm gone Anti-gravity, I never liked you and your name was shit, I wonder what crack author thought it was a good idea, and readers, shit's about to go down"? He flipped his middle finger before running out, winding collecting at his feet. 

H-he surrendered, which scares me more than anything, he said his time was coming, for his, uh, his next puppet, I know for a fact he meant you, please Dipper. 

The figure on the video ran past cameras, each flitting with the pictures of the criminal, stopping just as he came to a window. 

Let him try Ford, I'll have two bullets in his head and a knife up his ass before he could even try.

The figure seemed to count to three, each number emphasized with a bullet into the ceiling before he spread his arms out and free fell.  

He's not going to make me his puppet Ford, I swear to you