I'll get you back (Billdip/Dark Dipper)

Chapter 6

Trigger Warning : There is murder and blood in this chapter. I'm not that great at writing gore scenes in my opinion, but I try my best, so I don't know how extreme this is to anyone with this kind of trigger. Essentially if you see * then that means it's the more sadistic part. So don't read until the next * if you need to. Also, if anybody has any pointers on how to write a better gorey scene, just email me, I'd love some help!

Atlas

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I changed out of my black jeans, gray shirt, and hoodie, and into a more elegant outfit. Dark navy blue dress pants adorned my legs, and a lighter, yet still dark, blue button up was on my torso. I also wore a dark gray vest over the shirt, which sleeves I messily rolled up to my elbows. Finally, I slipped on black dress sneakers, and black fingerless gloves. Grabbing my dark duffle bag I stuck in my 1rst journal as well as some jars and jam. I took out one of my knives and a dagger and attached them to my waist. Then, just for precaution, I slipped the gun into a holster.

Wary of not being seen, I slid out my bedroom window and made my way to the forest, covered by the night sky. Once the canopy of trees hid me, I started to strut near where the gnomes live. I didn't necessarily need to go to their base, just near enough. 

As I weaved between the trees, mindful of the roots littering the ground, I listened to the forest. In California I hardly get to roam the woods at night, and it was peaceful. If you listened you could hear the quiet rushing of the waterfall. And as you looked around all you could see was beautiful nature, and the night sky. 

Reminds me of the calm before the storm. 

I continued down my path until I reached within a 15 meter radius of the gnomes territory. I decided, since I was in a good mood, to be nice at first. 

"Oh Jeff~" I said in a sing songy voice. "I have a treat for you~" I walked around the area I was in waiting for any of the gnomes to approach. Much to my displeasure none did. I frowned, but placed a bottle of jam I brought with me on the ground. I unscrewed the top, letting the aroma fill the air. In a few minutes a couple of gnomes wandered out, smelling the appetizing treat.

"Now Jeff." I call out to the leader once he arrives. "Why didn't you come when I asked for you?" My frown was now visible on my face and the gnomes slowed there approach.

"Sorry Dipper, I didn't know it was you." Jeff said, still approaching the jam. "Fair. But I need something of yours." Jeff stopped in his approach and looked at me skeptically. "What do you need of mine" I stood up to my full height and began to walk around the jam.

"Not yours in particular. Something of one of the gnomes." 

"And what is that?" 

"Does it matter?" 

"What do we get?"

I stopped pacing and faced the gnome. "You get the jam." I gestured to the savory, yet sweet treat. "Okay..." Jeff replied, shifting on his feet. "What do you want?" A small, sadistic smile spread on my face. "Nothing much, just a few eyes." 

Instantly Jeff's head snapped up to look at me. "Eyes?" He asked surprised. "Yes, eyes Jeff." I rolled my eyes. Idiotic gnomes. 

"No."

"No?" I raised my eyebrows and stifled a laugh. "Well, it wasn't really a question." 

*

 "Wh-" Jeff began but the gun shot cut him off. Instantly Shmebulock fell to the ground. "Always did hate that guy." I muttered under my breath as I put my gun back in it's holster. I walked over to the now dead gnome and took out my knife. I chopped the head off and blood splattered all across my shirt. Then using my fingers, pulled the eyes out of their sockets, dropping them into my jars. 

The gnomes seemed to just then get out of shock as a resounding "Attack!" Sounded from Jeff. Instantly Gnomes banded together, creating a much larger menacing creature. But I've dealt with gnomes before. I know their weakness. 

Putting two blood-stained fingers up to my mouth I gave a taxi cab whistle. The high frequency was too much for those pitiful creatures and they fell to the ground, immobilized. "Now," a larger smile, almost a grin, spread on my face as I sucked the blood off of my fingers then removed them from my mouth. 

"Let the fun begin." 

I quickly went over to any gnomes that seemed to be waking up and stabbed them, getting blood all over my outfit. The I decapitated them. Pulling a few more eyes out of sockets, I soon filled 3 medium jars. Deciding that's enough I quickly gathered more ingredients. I held the limp bodies upside down, thick red blood oozing out of the neck and into the jars. When the body was drained I then dug my fingers into the meatsack, grabbing various bones such as the spine and ribs. I even kept a few skulls.  

*

Once I slaughtered about 3/4 of the gnome tribe I packed everything away into my duffle. I turned around again to see the still unconscious gnomes. 

Sliding the bag onto my shoulder, I swaggered my way over to Jeff. "Oh Jeff~" I sang, crouching down so we'd be almost eye level. "Wakey wakey~" Seeing him not awaken I got annoyed and flicked him in the head. Slowly he opened his eyes and once he saw me scrambled back. "He now, don't be mean." I frowned. Jeff seemed to be taking in the scene. "Wh- what do you want Dipper?" He choked on his words, scared out of his mind. Good. 

"Here's what's going to happen Jeff. I'm going to leave now and you will tell no one, and I mean no one what happened tonight. If someone asks you, you say a rabid animal attacked. If I even so hear you mention my name to anyone I will kill them and then you, slowly, painfully, much unlike your fellow gnomes. Got it Jeff?" 

"Y-yes D-d-dipper." he managed to stutter out, wide eyed at me. "Good." A sweet sadistic grin spread upon my face and I patted Jeff on the head before leaving. What a night.