Judgemental (Will x Dipper Gleeful)

The Fallen Prince

The Beasts POV

Preparation for a simple dance could never be more hectic. But the night had finally arrived nonetheless, Stanley and Stanford were helping me get ready, finding me proper clothing that they believed Willa would like. They explained to me, all I needed to do. "Be gentle" Stanley said "But charming" Ford added. "Don't forget to dance slowly, she knows how to dance but its better to be careful" Stanley said. The coat rack finished up by putting the back of my mane in a ponytail, holding it with a blue bow. A blue to match my eyes.

"Am I really going to dance with her?" I asked, trying to seem excited to be dancing with a girl. The feeling still stayed, something wasnt right, and I just couldnt seem to love her like I should. What was wrong with me? "But of course! Trust me, this is sure to do it!" Stanley assured me, but I had my doubt's. "No- it'll never work, you saw what she did just a few days ago" I said. "Yes, because she was scared" Ford said. "Not because of you"

"It was because of me" I insisted. "If I didnt ask, If I left her alone, she wouldn't have done that" I said, my voice a bit low. "She would've done it anyway, she's lucky to have even survived from such a big fall" Almost like she wasnt even human. No way a normal human could survive that, right? It was more than a hundred foot fall, of course she couldnt have survived! And she even stabbed her stomach to top it off! Especially not being able to walk or move, yet she was better within a few days, better enough to move normally. How much pain has she gone through to be so good at taking it? "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter now" I said pushing aside the moment.

Stanley seemed concerned "Are you alright master?" He asked. "Yes, I'm fine" I insisted, trying not to growl at him. "We'll be dancing soon" I said walking out of the room.

Wills POV

I was in my room with Lazy Susan, spinning around in the beautiful poofy dress. It was a baby blue, with silky white swirls, roses and all kinds of desgins all over it to decorate. In the center of the chest on top if the dress was a beautiful white rose. The dress showed my arms, so she took the liberty to cover my scars with makeup, though she insisted I just show them, and be myself. Hard to do when you're actually a boy in a dress.

I tilted my head up to look at her with a small smile, "Its beautiful" I told her. It really was, it was amazing. She laughed happily "I'm glad you like it!" She chirped. "Now I'd hurry on and get to the ballroom" She said. "I bet he's waiting for you there" I nodded, glancing at myself in the mirror, before walking out of the room and to the ballroom.

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I walked down the stairs, carefully not to trip and fall down them, The Beast coming down on the opposite side. We met at the center. He gave me a soft smile, and bowed, he offered me his hand, so I took it and we walked down the stairs to the glossy ballroom floor. It seemed to be newly waxed, I hoped I wouldn't slip and fall.

We got into position, and began to dance, each step soft and graceful. The music playing to match our steps, and I heard someone singing, Pacifica?

My eyes were locked on The Beasts, his beautiful crystal blue eyes. Our cares seemed to wash away as we danced together, I didnt mess up once, I didnt trip or anything. Each step we took was as perfect as the last, every spin, and each turn we took all as elegant. Truly enchanting, like we were dancing with the stars. I've never felt more safe, more relaxed in my life. He made me feel safe. Who would've thought?

Eventually it all came to a stop, and he led me to the balcony. The Beast smiled at me as he said "Wasn't that nice?" He asked. I leaned on the balcony. "Y-Yeah.. It was" I replied with a soft quiet voice. I felt I could tell him anything, it was just us and the world. Nothing to bother us really. I looked at the stars, "Everything's... S-So beautiful when I-I can actually see it" I said. The Beast followed my gaze, with a small nod. "It is, isn't it?" He said agreeing. We were both silent in the night, the whispering wind the only thing to be heard.

I sighed, and looked at The Beast. "I-I think it's time I-I was honest" I began. What did I think I was doing? Do you want to be thrown out? No, but this was right. I should come clean if I'm going to stay here for the rest of my life. He looked at me "What do you mean Willa?" He asked me. I could only imagine how worried he was feeling, what if I said something he didnt want to hear. I probably was about too. But instead of just saying, what I wanted. Instead of just saying I was a boy, I just smiled and laughed a bit "I-I had a g-good time tonight" I said. He laughed along with me, "Right, yeah, you were actually a lot better of a dancer than I thought" he said. Whether or not it was actually a compliment, I just smiled softly, "M-My brother taught m-me to dance" I explained. "It was... Fun" I felt myself grow regretably sad, and he must've noticed. "You must miss him" he said. I just nodded slowly. "I do.." Though it didnt make much sense. He was silent for a moment, before he said "How would you like to see him?" I tilted my head up at him, a glint of hope striking my eyes.

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The Beast led me into the West Wing, oh the memories I've had there- he picked up a mirror, showing it to me. "This mirror will show you anything you want to see. You can use it to see your brother" He explained, handing he mirror to me. I took it, looking at it amazed. Really? Hesitantly I said to it "Sh-Show me m-my brother" and slowly the image appeared.

It showed Bill getting thrown into a jail-like cart with 'Northridge Asylum' written on the side of it. (I had no ideas for a name-) Mabel was going on and on about how he was abusive, and a demon. How he'd curse them all if he wasn't rid of. A lunatic.

My eyes widened at the sight. "O-Oh no-" I said. "What? What is it?" The Beast asked me. "Th-They're hurting h-him!" I said frantic, looking up at The Beast. "They're g-going t-to put h-him in a asylum!" I was trembling, like I might drop the mirror accidentally. "Then.. You must go to him" he said. "What?" I asked, not believing what I had heard. He repeated himself "You must go to him, hurry, no time to lose" I was surprised, I went to give him the mirror back, but he pushed it back towards me "Keep it. So... You'll always have a way to look back on me" he said with a small smile. I felt my heart ache to do this to him, but I turned and started to run off, looking back at him for a moment and mouthing a 'Thank you' and with that, I was off. Off to save my psychotic brother.