AT ALL COSTS!!!

Fight with me?

Authors note: The art his mine I got a comment from Larix599 saying that she would like to see a picture of Dipper. So I drew him. (Warning following part contains, mild graphic content, child abuse and LOT of feels.)

Ford's POV

I placed the bloody scalpel on the silver tray next to me, the red tainting the pure color of the tray. Weak laughter filled the room, sending a chill up my spine. The white room was serving as my laboratory.

I'd salvaged some equipment over the years and kept it here, only a very select group of people knew about this place. It was far from people in case of a lab accident occurring, but I enjoyed the solitude for the most part.

Here, it was just me alone with my thoughts, only this time I was not alone. My eyes fell upon Bill, who was strapped to a table in the middle of the room. His stomach was covered in blood, but the lacerations I made were still there. The tubes were injecting a formula through his veins trying to keep his powers subdued. I saw the twisted smile on the demons face as if every cut, were a trophy. I made a disgusted face, as he laughed again.

I wrote down in my notes, my experiments and tests were successful. I had all I needed, I took my notes and walked out the laboratory, trying to shake off the chill that was running through me.

I'd almost felt bad doing this to Bill, but after everything he's done. I deserved it, tricked me and countless others and brought about the end of the world. Then why did I have this unsettling guilt?

Bill's POV

The Sixer closed the door I stopped laughing. I waited a few minutes before letting silent tears fall down my cheeks mixing which cuts on my face. I let out a dry chuckle, another spasm of pain went through me. My hands pulled against the restraints, gritting my teeth. This had been going on for hours, and yet the humans who were walking on the floor above me, were unaware of my presence down here. Unaware of the torture and experiments that were happening, LITERALLY under their noses.

I'd never admit it, but I always wanted to be human. For years I watched the meat sacks evolve and grow. Watching tragic accidents and amazing feats, horrors. Humans intrigued me, the way they could create and yet be equally destructive. To others or too themselves.

I envied the humans, because of how some can just live. They go through the motions of their day to day lives, blissful and ignorant. More than anything I wanted that, I could barely remember the time when I was human.

Yeah, for a short time I've been human. My dad had been a demon, however my mother had been human. Those memories were blurred though, I could not remember my mothers face anymore. My dad had taken me when I was six and turned me into a demon.

Even though I could not remember her face, I remembered her laugh. My mothers laugh, could change the whole atmosphere of a room. It was the kind of laugh that you could not help but smile at when you heard it.

It was one of the things I adored about Pinetree, I had the same laugh. Another wave of pain, shot up my spine. I let out another weak laugh, the tears filling up my eyes. This pain was familiar to me, the long burning sensation. It reminded me of when I was a child.

Bright lights passed my eyes as they hit the ground, with a thud. I could fought the urge to cry out in pain, it would only be worse if I did. I looked up nervously at my father standing there with a large belt. I do not know what I did, but whatever it was, it must have been pretty bad if it made my father angry. I brought the belt down, the leather struck my skin making it burn. I bit my lip to contain my tears on the brink of showing. My father brought it down again buckle digging into my skin, I let out and involuntary groan. And I knew I'd made a big mistake. Multiple blows rained down, I felt like I was being eaten alive by fire ants. My cries for mercy fell on deaf ears, the more blows followed in rapid succession. My father paused for breath, I lay on the floor the stinging raged like my whole body was on a hot bed of coals. I closed my eyes thinking of my mother, she'd always told me to laugh, even when there seemed to be nothing to smile about. I forced out a small chuckle, which was followed by another. Soon I was laughing like a maniac, my father stared in confusion. He watched me laughing until he ran away from my eyes, before walking away muttering under his breath. A few minutes later I got off the floor wiping the tears from my eyes, the pain had become a dull throbbing now. From then on I would laugh no matter how much I was beaten, eventually, my father stopped. When I realized I was no longer afraid of him. I forced out a small chuckle, which was followed by another. Soon I was laughing like a maniac, my father stared in confusion. He watched me laughing until he ran away from my eyes, before walking away muttering under his breath. A few minutes later I got off the floor wiping the tears from my eyes, the pain had become a dull throbbing now. From then on I would laugh no matter how much I was beaten, eventually, my father stopped. When I realized I was no longer afraid of him. I forced out a small chuckle, which was followed by another. Soon I was laughing like a maniac, my father stared in confusion. He watched me laughing until he ran away from my eyes, before walking away muttering under his breath. A few minutes later I got off the floor wiping the tears from my eyes, the pain had become a dull throbbing now. From then on I would laugh no matter how much I was beaten, eventually, my father stopped. When I realized I was no longer afraid of him. From then on I would laugh no matter how much I was beaten, eventually, my father stopped. When I realized I was no longer afraid of him. From then on I would laugh no matter how much I was beaten, eventually, my father stopped. When I realized I was no longer afraid of him.