Exxus (Getting Completely Rewritten)

He's Come

Yeah, it's Tad. Typical, I know.

Dipper laid in bed, shaking. He still had his hands over his face when Tad laid a hand on his back.

"C'mon, kid. There's no point in lying there. I'll probably need you out there to help calm Will down. He's not usually like this," Tad said. Dipper sighed, looking to the side. He knew the elder demon was right, but that didn't change the fact that he didn't want to move or face Bill. Facing him now was like facing the truth, and facing the truth was just something he couldn't do. Not yet.

"I... Yeah, okay. I'll be right behind you," Dipper gave in. Tad gave him a short nod. He nudged Dipper slightly with his hand as if telling him to get up, then began walking towards the door. Dipper begrudgingly stood up, following timidly behind him.

As they opened the door, it was obvious Bill needed help. Will had him in what looked like a headlock, growling at him. Dipper sighed, slightly happy on the inside. At least someone seemed to care about him. Or his mental state, at least.

Will looked up at the sound of the door and froze. Noticing Dipper, he sprung up and pulled him into a strong embrace.

"Are you okay?!," the blue-haired demon asked worriedly, a hint of protectiveness in his tone. Dipper nodded, letting his mouth rest against the front of Will's shoulder.

"For now, at least," he mumbled. The fabric muffled his voice, but Will still heard it.

"For now?," he inquired, "Do you not remember all of it?" He didn't want Dipper to have any more holes in his memory.

"I don't think so," Dipper replied, "It still feels like there's something missing."

Tad cleared his throat, walking over to Bill. He held out his hand, remaining silent, his face unreadable. Bill reached up to take it, and Tad pulled him up onto his feet. Dusting himself off, Bill glared at Will. The blue-haired demon only stuck his tongue out in response. Bill rolled his eyes, walking over, while Dipper snorted and lightly smacked Will's face. Will jokingly pushed him away, 'boop'-ing his nose.

Tad cleared his throat again in an attempt to get everyone's attention. Once all eyes were on him, he turned to Will.

"Satisfied?," he asked calmly. Will looked to the side, rubbing his arm.

"I think I got it out of my system," Will replied, embarrassed.

Tad nodded. "Good." He turned to Bill and gave him a once-over, looking for injuries. Finally, he looked over at Dipper.

"So, what do you remember?," he asked the brunet. Dipper shrugged.

"I... Just what I did...," Dipper confessed.

"Ha!," Bill called out, "Yeah, that was pretty evil, if I do say so myself, Pine Tree." Tad silenced him with a glare, while Will growled quietly. Dipper sighed, shaking his head. He left the room, heading back to his bedroom. Suddenly, his legs gave out on him as he felt an intense pain shoot up his spine and manifest itself within his skill.

~~~

Dipper woke up in a dark room. He tried to get up, but he felt something tug him back. At first, he couldn't tell what was holding him in his seat. His mind was fogged and his eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark quite yet. However, as he regained more and more of his consciousness, his mind cleared and he could see what was holding him down. Taking a look at his arms, he quickly realized he was bound to a chair. He scoffed, thinking this was a little... stupid? cliche?... for Bill.

"You could just use your damn magic, asshole!," Dipper shouted into the dark. Not too soon after he said that, the clicking sound of dress shoes against the linoleum floor resonated throughout the room. And, as quickly as it had started, the sound ceased, the room falling into silence once more.

"That's rather rude, calling people names. Weren't you taught such manners?," a smooth voice penetrated the thick silence. Dipper froze up, straining his eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of who the unknown voice belonged to. He heard a snap, then a single light above him flickered on. He winced at the sudden light, his pupils shrinking. Finally, he could make out the shape of someone in front of him.

"Wh-Who are you?," he called out shakily, internally cursing at himself for the stutter. The tall figure stepped into edge of the light and his field of vision. They were tall. Very tall. Their hair was black and combed back, and they wore a purple suit that matched their eyes.

"Bold of you to assume that I even have a name," the tall man responded. 'Mr. Tall,' Dipper thought, 'No, wait, Mr. T.' Mr. T chuckled, clapped, and suddenly, there was a desk in front of Dipper. He sat down at it, picking up a stack of papers.

"You've done quite a bad thing, Mason," Mr. T said, eyes seemingly ghosting over the text. He stopped, making eye contact with the brunet.

"L-L-Let me go," Dipper ordered weakly, struggling against the bonds. Mr. T clucked his tongue.

"Nasty little thing. Alright, I'm done stalling. You've given me enough information about yourself already."

Mr. T stood up, walking around the desk to stand in front of Dipper. "Now... we begin."

Dipper cried out as the man's hand touched his birthmark. He felt a painful fog seep into his mind, his memories. He struggled to hold on, to keep them away from the fog's grasp. However, no matter how hard he tried, the memories were lost to the fog, locked away behind an invisible barrier.

After having absolutely no recollection of his past besides his most basic information, Dipper began to feel himself slip. He didn't feel the hand, he was numb. He couldn't see the man doing this to him as his vision went dark. He was terrified, rapidly losing consciousness. Soon, he wouldn't even remember this terrifying and painful encounter. He'd just be a sad and confused slave who had no idea why his past was being kept from him.

The last thing he heard before finally slipping into a deep sleep was a conversation.

"So he won't ever remember, correct?"

"Oh, he can, it'll just be difficult."

~~~

Dipper woke up in a cold sweat on the hard floor. His breathing was heavy and his heart beat frantically. His memories slowly came back to him, and he was finally able to gather his surroundings. He shot up onto his feet at the sight of the three demons from before. His eyes shot between them as he fell into a panic. They were blocking his exit. He was trapped. He glanced behind him. Will was standing there. Tad and Bill stood in front of him. They were the ones blocking the doorway that led to his room. He glanced back and forth between Will and the other two, trying to find a solution.

"Kid, I really think you should—"

Dipper screeched as Tad reached out to touch him. He fell backwards, tensing. He heard a 'woosh' just behind him and felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist, supporting him.

"Hey, hey... Careful, don't hurt yourself. Just try to calm down," Will soothed. Dipper shook in his hold, just wanting to leave. He wanted to be in a quiet, dark place where he could think and calm down without any evil demons torturing him. He went limp after feeling Will lift him up to carry him. He buried his face in the fabric of Will's shirt, not wanting to see the other two demons. He just wanted darkness. The gentle demon's calm breathing helped to calm him as well.

Will looked down at the suffering human in his arms. He shook his head, disappointed.

"I can't believe you two have done this much to him. Poor thing... I think he deserves a break from all this," Will said, only the slightest bit of anger showing in his tone. The other demons just stood there, silent, as he walked off, taking Dipper to his room.

"I think it's time for his week with me."

Well... That took forever.