Exonemesis

Chapter 17: Outing the King

I hate to say it but I don't think Exonemesis from this point on will be having any more drawings since school has been really keeping me busy. Hopefully my writing makes up for it ;-;

~ Ms. Loba

~Bill led Dipper down the halls that always look the same to him, almost like a maze. He noticed most of the humans that are forced to clean and roam certain halls weren't anywhere to be seen, this put a pit into Dipper's stomach. "Where are the other humans?"

Bill stopped in front of a rather normal-looking door, definitely not the throne room and Dipper frowns, feeling a little suspicious. "During the ball, the humans go back to their cells since this place will have demons roaming about and we don't want a mess."

Dipper nods, feeling a little disappointed since he was hoping to find Old Man McGucket and see if the old man has learned anything new. "That's reasonable." He watched as Bill opened the door and inside looked to be a small clinic-like place but from hundreds of years ago. Very old fashioned indeed. "What is this place?"

Bill looks over at Dipper with an amused grin, "Come on, Pinetree. I know you can ask better questions than that. It's a mini-medical room."

Dipper rolls his eyes as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his slacks, "Okay, here's a better question. Why didn't you just leave me here to heal instead of taking me to your room?"

Bill's grin quickly fell to a deep frown, "Enough questions." he stated and quickly walked into the room before Dipper could notice the slight pink cheeks on Bill's face. "Since you'll be joining me in a room full of demons, we're not letting you go in without Moddey."

Dipper's face lit up when he saw Moddey standing behind a curtain, clearly fine and walking. "Moddey? You're okay?" He rushed to Moddey's side, kneeling in front of him but kept a fair distance from the hellhound.

Moddey sniffed Dipper's hair and cheek as a way of saying hello, "Of course I'm okay. I'm not going to die from a simple fight like that one."

"You were thrown around like a doll." Dipper pointed out, he also had an amused grin on his face.

"That's not true!" Moddey protested, "I had 8-balls wrapped around my paw."

"Yes, sure you did, that's why I had to step in and rescue Pinetree." Bill stepped into the conversation, he too had a grin on his face.

If a hellhound could blush with embarrassment, that would have been Moddey. He quickly walked past them, waving his tail gently side to side, trying to show that their comments did not bother him in the slightest. "Let's just go already."

Bill and Dipper glanced at each other, giving each other a mutual agreement that Moddey is embarrassed but it quickly changed when Dipper realized the two were getting too comfortable with each other. He didn't like that the two basically read each other's minds, or agreed on something. So like the stubborn person he is, he looks away quickly, rushing to Moddey's side so he doesn't have to see Bill's smug grin anymore.

Dipper would be lying if he said he wasn't a little nervous. He's probably the first human to ever go to one of these parties as a guest and not some worker or performer. He doesn't know what to expect, whether he's going to die or just get very badly hurt. Either way, he's not okay with either of those outcomes.

"Don't worry so much, Pinetree," Bill whispered towards Dipper. The two caught each other's eyes and for some reason when Bill said, "I won't let anything bad happen to you." made Dipper's chest flutter a little.

Just a little.

Dipper was sure Bill didn't mean to say it so softly like that, so kind as if he isn't some crazy demon that can kill someone if he just felt like it. Maybe because he's a very attractive man is the reason Dipper's heart reacts the way it did. But then again, that wouldn't make sense either since Dipper knows he isn't gay.