Tainted Love

Chapter 8

A/N: I'm back, and to all those now on summer break good on ya. I hope you enjoy.

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Bill sighed as he walked into his bedroom, it has been about a week since the voice in his head made him promise to try and speed up the process, his visible eye went to the bed where he saw Dipper curled up under the covers with his back facing his way. "Pine Tree?"

He received no response, walking over he saw the steady rise and fall of the brunet's form, indicating that he was asleep. Continuing his way around the bed he saw Dipper's pale face with his eyes closed, a peaceful look on his features. A hint of a smile made its way on Bill's face as he gently eased down onto the bed, removing his yellow vest, black top hat, and black dress shoes, he turned his body towards the brunet with his arm keeping his head propped up. His golden eye watched as Dipper snuggled his head further into the pillow, Bill smiled softly at this action as his free hand reached over and began to fiddle with brown curls.

The dream demon's mind soon began to wonder, as his fingers continuing to tangle themselves in the other male's hair. His non covered eye closed only for it to snap back open at the sound of a whimper, Bill's eye widen as he watched Dipper tremble beneath his hand where his fingers rested in the other's brown hair, realizing what he did, Bill jerked his hand away from the other, but nothing changed, as matter of fact it got worse. Dipper began tossing and turning, and his whimpers grew louder, from meek mewls to actual words and shallow breaths, and tears building up behind his closed eyelids, some even leaking out and streaming down his temples.

Bill sat up as he leaned over the brunet and placed his hands on his shoulders and began to shake him,"Pine Tree, Pine Tree! Wake up it's a dream, it's just a dream!"

In Dipper's Dream

Dipper panted as he ran out of the main town of Gravity Falls, the townsfolk screams followed.

'Get outta here!'

'No one wants you here!'

'Why'd you even come back?!'

Dipper's legs burned as he ran through the forest and down the beaten path, 'Why were they saying those things? What did I do wrong? M-maybe grunkle Stan or Ford knows what's going on.'

Coming up to the old wooden shack, the brunet barged in and looked around the gift shop room. The room was dimly lit as the lights were off and sun was going down, giving the place an eerie vibe. "Grunkle Stan? Grunkle Ford? A-are you here?"

He stepped deeper into the house, the floors creaking beneath  his feet as he took slow steps. "Stan? Ford?"

Then he heard it, a floorboard creek that didn't come from him, he walked to the kitchen where the sound came from, "Guys?"

Peaking in he saw his twin great uncles sitting at the table, he let out a relieved sigh which caught his aged uncles attention, their dark brown eyes meeting his chestnut colored orbs. "What are you doing in my house?!"

This took the young adult by surprise, he took a step back as the grown twins stood from their seats and stomped their way over to the doorway. "Who do you think you are? Coming in here like you belong!" The one with the fez shouted.

Dipper's eyes went wide as they watched the grown men grab weapons, Stan with a bat that leaned against the doorway, and Ford pulled out one of his ray guns from his trench coat and pointed it at the brunet, "What are you talking about, I-it's me, Dipper."

"Don't make me laugh, you're nothing but a demon wearing our great nephew's face, now die demon!" The twin with the ray gun then shot at the brunet, who dodged and ran for the stairs, avoiding a swing from a bat.