ʜis sᴜɴғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ✿︎⚠︎ 「Biʟʟ ᴄiᴘʜᴇʀ X Fᴇᴍ!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ」

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 10: ᴏʟᴅ ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ

As the sun set, the night sky awakened. Everybody was sound asleep, maybe something unexpected would happen? Who knows? Maybe we'll just wait and see. With a little triangle demon on the loose, maybe he would target a certain Pinetree?

Y/n was very much asleep, and so were her two elder siblings. The room was dark, the only light source being the moon coming from the small triangular window.

Focusing on Dipper.. as I said, everyone in that room is sleeping comfortably. Suddenly, he started to mumble a few things in his sleep. He seemed to be dreaming something. Or.. maybe dreaming isn't the right statement to describe this...

.・゜-: ✧ in Dipper's dream▲

Dipper slowly opened his eyes. He was expecting to wake up on his bed and dimmed lighting that was surrounding the area. Instead, he woke up in an unknown gray scape. The place gave him a sense of familiarity as if he had been there before.

After a few moments of looking at the escape closely, his mind started to puzzle one after another. It was like the place finally triggered a distant memory. He realized that the place seemed familiar to the mindscape, a place that Bill would appear in when he wasn't in a physical form. But Bill was dead, right? That was what he thought.

As Dipper looked around the scape more in a panicked frenzy, he stopped in his tracks when he heard an echoing laugh, a familiar one, a laugh that sent chills down his spine, his eyes widened when he recognized the laugh. But it wasn't possible... Dipper thought to himself. A sweat dropped from the side of his forehead. He couldn't say anything at that moment. His throat seemed stuck.

The laughing then slowly perished, but he couldn't see anyone. He kept telling himself it was all a dream when suddenly a voice echoed throughout the place, a voice he thought he wouldn't hear again, ever. "Well, well! What do we have here? A little Pinetree?" Dipper sweat dropped again. He felt his head spinning. He kept repeating to himself that it wasn't real and that he was just having a nightmare.

'This isn't real- this isn't real-' he kept repeating, over and over again. A sudden groan of annoyance echoed, making Dipper stop his thoughts of denial. "Y'know kid, I haven't seen ya' in about.. 2 years?" The voice had a calm and laid-back tone, but that didn't make Dipper any calmer. He was familiar with this voice, and the thought of who it was made him feel a sense of dread.

"You-" Dipper finally muttered, his voice laying a sense of hatred and disdain. The voice chuckled in amusement with Dipper's hostility. "Oh, come on.. where's the warm welcome I deserve?" The voice asked in sarcasm, but that just made Dipper's hatred grow.

Before he could answer, a sudden figure of a certain yellow triangle appeared right in front of his eyes. Dipper's eyes widened once more, but he already had his suspicion the moment he started talking. "Bill Cipher.." he muttered while clenching his fist, but he knew it wouldn't do any good and controlled his emotions.

"How's my favorite Pinetree doing?" Bill's voice was relaxed and playful as usual, but Dipper didn't seem too fond of it. "How are you alive!?" Dipper didn't answer Bill's question, which made him gasp in a dramatic and joking way. "The audacity! I thought you would be happy about my revival!" Bill, as usual, of course, was being sarcastic. Everyone with bad experiences or bad history with him, or at least had smart thinking, would already know his words weren't sincere. "Answer my question!" Dipper yelled in frustration. He thought that Bill would stay dead and dead forever. He didn't want that to change. Yes, the statue was gone, and he had a long suspicion that Bill had been freed, but he didn't want to accept it, but seeing Bill right in front of him, talking and moving freely, he had to accept it now.