Tainted Love

Chapter 14

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Bill laid curled up in his queen sized bed, his blue eye rimmed with tears as he sniffled and pulled the blanket over himself some more. He pulled the pillow he was clutching close to his chest and buried his face in it, muffling sobs as his thoughts kept circling back to Dipper. How he misses his fluffy brown hair, his adorable infectious smile, his endearing and intellectual eyes. How his mood would light up when he'd ask him about his mysteries that he's solved, or his adventures hunting monsters and other mythical creatures. 

He admits that it was all originally, only to gain his trust, but as time progressed, and the more time he spent with him, he saw him more than just a vessel for Stardust to use to come back to him, and not as a replacement. He felt something after so many hours with him, like he did with Stardust, but at the same time, it felt different. A connection like before, but a different one, and at first he wanted to ignore it, he didn't want to dare think that he could ever feel for someone else like that besides his old love. 

He felt like he was betraying them, and his emotions kept a conflict for a long while, like a long time ago when he was trying to stay together, even when he felt his mind going through a personal hell. And just like before all of his conflicting emotions split, but instead of trying to push them away like last time, his emotional split forced himself onto Dipper, just so he wouldn't have to debate over his decisions anymore, to just use him for his original purpose. 

After that, there was so much regret, even when he was with Stardust, his insides continued to twist and turn, yes he was happy to see them, but at the same time, he felt so much remorse for what he did to the teen. He didn't want to admit it when Stardust brought it up, but he knew they were right, he did feel for Dipper, dare even say he's fallen for the brunet.

That's what makes it hurt so much, the fact that he hurt him in such a way that he feels that he could never forgive himself for what he did, so why would Dipper ever bother. His heart's torn to pieces, his emotions are more unstable, just not split levels, he killed one of the Henchmaniacs, who he thought was his friend, one where both he and Stardust could trust, but he should've known better, like Stanford said in his journal, 'Trust no one.'

After that he fell into a deeper depression like his world had come apart, the colors draining that he kept up in the mansion, except for Dipper's room, just cause Bill was emotionally suffering doesn't mean Dipper needed to know, after all, he probably hates him now. After a day in his room, he couldn't stand it anymore, all the memories that that room held...he just couldn't take it. So he just left it, taking the pillow Dipper slept on, and using some magic to seal the door closed, he went to a guest bedroom not too far off and locked himself inside. Laying curled up on the bed; sleeping, crying, and thinking. Sometimes he could hear whispers outside the door, but he ignored them, probably rumors, or another plot against him. He didn't care. 

He rested his misting eye again, without Pine Tree, what was the point?

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Dipper sat on his bed, Flynn resting in his lap as he continued to listen to Stardust's story of when they had their first party in the Nightmare realm, "I swear, it was the most batshit insane thing ever, and Bill, Bill was so freaking, what's the word...drunk. He flew across the room and crashed into people, he couldn't keep his head on straight." A laugh escaped the pale demon, as they wiped a tear away from their eye.

Dipper watched with a hint of a smile at the thought of a drunken Bill Cipher floating around in a drunken daze, a stupid grin on his face as he giggles with a red face and a glazed eye. He glanced down at his hybrid friend, as he ran a hand through Flynn's dark fur. A light blush dusted on his cheeks, as Stardust continued, "But once almost everyone left, we got to have one more dance, with slow music and a light on us," the galactic haired demon sighed as they tilted their head back to look at the ceiling, "Even though Bill was out of it, it was still a wonderful dance and a great party."