Markus's backstory.

spending the night

Kill shook his head to clear it, but all he managed to do was send himself into a flashback. He was getting too attached to Markus and he knew it. That's probably why his past was coming back up now. He wasn't enjoying this but here he was. 

-Inside his flashback-

 Kill stared off into space as he sighed. Dipper was going to back out of the plan, and he knew it. He should go talk to him, but he didn't know what to say. He laid back on his bed his eyes searching the ceiling for the answers to his questions. When the ceiling wielded no answers, he stood up and started pacing in annoyance. After about ten minutes, Kill punched his wall hard making his knuckles bleed. He stared at the blood lost in thought. Damn it, Dipper. Kill had trusted Dipper to help him destroy the entire dimension, yet in the past week or so Dipper had been questioning if what they were doing was the right decision. Kill licked the blood from his knuckles, and then he stood up and walked out the door to confront Dipper.

Kill walked through Fight Falls, and people cowered from him. He was known as the most violent being in his town. Dipper ranked second. Kill smiled. As he walked, he wondered when the next purge event would be. His eyes gleamed at the thought. The purge was a dimension wide free for all. When one started a timer appeared in the sky and demonic monsters appeared. The monsters would attack people, and the event wouldn't end until at least one person died. If someone died before the event ended, the event would continue until the timer ran out. No one liked this event except the extremely violent citizens looking for an excuse to kill people.

After about twenty minutes, Kill stopped walking, and stared at a building. It was a two-story house and Kill knew all the ins and outs of it. Kill smirked to himself and pulled on a pair of black gloves and he started to climb the rose vine that climbed the side of the house from the rose bush that resided on the ground by Kill's feet. He smiled as the thorns punctured his gloves and cut into his hands. He had grabbed the wrong gloves when he left the house and had expected this to happen. When he got to Dipper's windowsill, he took a moment to heal his hands so that the bloodied knuckles healed over and the injuries from the thorn bush healed. He then pushed Dippers window open just in time to see the boy hide in the closet. He slid into the room and smiled.

"Hiding in the closet? Dipper everyone knows you're gay come out of there," Kill said a smirk covering his face as he pulled off and discarded his gloves.

"No, leave me alone. I'll scream my sister," the teenager threatened.

"Dipper, we are far too close to stop now. You're chucking me out like I'm trash. I should kill you for that and the only reason I'm not is that I love you too much," Kill said softly as he walked towards the closet and gently placed his hand on the door. "Dipper come out here."

"Leave me alone Kill."

"What if we destroy this place, we'll get to live together as the only survivors of Fight Falls," Kill said trying to reason with Dipper. "No one could stop us from living together happily forever."

Kill opened his door so forcefully he broke the door off the hinges and was hanging at an odd angle. He sighed and used a bit of his powers to fix the door. He slumped down onto his couch. People were so unreliable. He quietly went to his room and pulled out the book with the plan he had worked on with Dipper. If it wasn't a good plan, he'd have burnt it. Alas, it was almost flawless. The only issue is there would be only two survivors. Kill and Dipper. Not even Dipper's sister would survive.

As Kill flipped through the pages, he stopped on a specific page and smiled. It was a drawing Dipper had done a few years prior when they had started plotting to destroy the dimension. Dipper had been different then. He had been the one to propose the idea of destroying the dimension to begin with. Kill had been growing bored with all the chaos and bloodshed and agreed. They had been closer back then. A single tear slid down Kill's face as he remembered the old days.

He growled in frustration and wiped the tear away so violently his nail left a cut mark on his face. This caused him to sigh and calm down. He didn't like his anger issues very much. He played with a strand of his hair. He shut his eyes and smiled softly.

"Show no weakness," he whispered.

Kill took a deep breath and then looked around. Markus was gently poking him. "Kill are you okay you're zoning out..."

Kill smiled softly and ruffled Markus's hair. "Yeah I'm fine kiddo." He promised the small demon looking at him worriedly.