Will Cipher x Dipper Pines One-Shots Collection [Requests Allowed]

One Last Time (Trigger Warning)

Requested by Wolfe_Butterscoth .

They were all torn when they found out. There was no way he was going to make it, either. The cancer had spread too far throughout his body. The doctors expected that he only had a matter of weeks left.

Dipper didn't exactly fear death, just what would happen to him— or his soul— after it took him. As much as everyone else would like to believe otherwise, he hadn't exactly been the best person in the past few years. So, he had no clue what would happen. Whether he'd be reunited with his family. Or... whether he'd be stuck here. He didn't want to think about the last option. Being taken to the dark recesses of the underworld. He didn't want to have to deal with demons. He didn't want to be considered evil. He didn't exactly want to be considered holy, either. He just wanted to be... neutral.

Mabel didn't know this would be the last time she would get to see her brother. She never knew exactly when it would happen, so she always gave him the most emotion-filled goodbye when she left him and headed home. However, she at least thought she had a few more days at the least. She didn't know that it would take him so quickly. Looking into the future, to tomorrow, Mabel's intense sobbing would be the first thing you'd hear.

Dipper laid in bed. That's all he could ever do. It was dark. The digital clock told him it was way past midnight. Yet, he didn't dare sleep. Something told him it was coming to an end soon. He didn't want it, couldn't accept it. He wanted to be wrong. He wanted to be so wrong. He wanted to live past this disease; to beat the odds and survive until he was at least in his 70s. Tears slipped past his eyes and glided down his cheeks. He didn't dare sleep out of fear that he'd never wake up.

The shadow was a large one. Whatever it was hiding gave off an aura that Dipper definitely didn't like. It felt like death. Dipper froze, rigid, as the figure stepped into the light coming from outside the window. They were tall. Very tall. Not to mention a bit thin. Just a little bit, though.

Whoever they were, Dipper already didn't like them. He sat up, glaring and breathing heavily. The other being shook their head. They crossed the only distance between them, settling themself on the edge of the bed.

Dipper pulled his feet back. The being felt cold. So cold. He was terrified, but he tried hiding his real feelings with a mask of anger. Little did he know, the other saw right through it.

"You're not the first one who was scared. However, you are the first to pretend to be angry. Odd. Why try to hide behind anger? What about the inevitable is there to be angry about?," the being asked. Dipper almost jumped. Not because he didn't expect them to speak, no, but because he didn't expect a voice so gentle from something that was surely associated with death.

"I could have had a life worth living!," he shouted, desperate to prove a point he wasn't even aware of, "But you... This stupid disease is taking everything away! I have nothing to be happy about! I'm leaving everything I have and could've had just because of some stupid... I don't even know!"

If the being sitting on the edge of the bed felt any emotions stir up from that outburst, they didn't show it. Whether it be anger, sadness, confusion, or disgust, nothing crossed their face besides a small flicker in their eyes, but it was gone way to quickly to tell what emotion was behind it. Instead, they sighed, assessing him for a moment, before turning their body so that they sat facing him, their legs criss-crossed.