Dark Days (BillxDipper)

XLIV

AN: Full credit to the artist~~

~~Bill's POV~~

     That brat's sister gawks up at me, silent. I feel a twinge of irritation and I frown at her. "Where. Is. Your. Brother?" I say slowly, enunciating each word carefully, trying to contain my irritation towards her. "Fuck if I'll tell you." She says, snapping out of her daze. She stands up and glares right back at me. "Leave him alone! Why can't you just let him go!?" She growls back, balling her hands into fists. She's feisty like her brother, but it's not as endearing when she does it. 

     "You're going to tell me whether you want to or not, Shooting Star" I say to her and jump into her thoughts. I can see her picturing my Pine Tree sitting at the table inside the Shack eating. I let a small smile twitch at my lips and push past her. She grabs at me but it does nothing to stop me as I walk quickly into the kitchen. Shooting Star screams and curses at me, throwing things at me and yanking at my clothes but I never budge under her pitiful actions. She grows frustrated as I step into the kitchen and lock eyes with something that looks like my Pine Tree. His eyes go wide with fear and a strange noise creaks out from his throat as he drops his spoon in his bowl, splashing milk on the table. I am immediately disgusted at the creature wearing my Pine Tree's body and face. 

     "What the fuck is that?!" I growl at him. The fake scrambles from his chair and crawls onto the counter, pressing its back against the cupboards and bares his teeth at me. I spin around and glare at Shooting Star. "Where is your brother!?!" I growl. I feel my eyes flashing and I try to contain my anger. My Pine Tree would never forgive me if I hurt his sister, but she is really pushing my limits right now. 

     "What are you talking about? He's right there! Now get out of my god damn house you rapist motherfucker!" She growls at me. I step close to her and grab the collar of her shirt. "That THING is not My Pine Tree! Now quit fucking with me!" I snap at her, my anger rising along with my panic. I knew something was wrong. I knew it. I should have checked sooner. "Do you not recognize your own brother from a fake" I whisper harshly at her, shaking her a little. Her eyes go wide and she peeks around me, watching her brother, who is acting like a cornered animal. Her eyes slowly drift back to me. 

     "If that's not Dipper, who is it?" She asks, the realization finally seeping in. I catch a line from her thoughts. I knew there was something strange about him, I knew he was acting weird. I was right all along... Where is Dipper?! "Now you start questioning it?!" I snap at her and she looks at me again, her face had fallen, unbelieving. 

     "I knew something was off about him, but I could never put my finger on it. I wanted him to be happy so badly I didn't want to believe that that wasn't actually him. I should have realized sooner. I knew it... I just knew it...." She whispers, her horrified eyes going blank with despair. I shake her again and she looks back up. "When was the last time you were absolutely certain he was here?" I ask her, my grip tightens on her shoulders and I have to force myself not to snap her in half. She winces and shoves me in the chest. I release her and ball my fists to keep myself under control. 

     "We were at the park with our friends about two weeks ago. He started acting kind of strange after a few hours, but I'm pretty sure he was with us when we left that afternoon..." She stares at the floor with wide, dead eyes, her fists shaking at her side. She looks up sharply all of a sudden. 

     "Wait... Why do you even care?!!!! You tried to kill him not very long ago! You raped him over and over! You stole his memories!! Even if I helped you, what do you get out of it!?!? You get your fuck toy back?! No... I'm going to find him without your help, I won't let you near him!" She screams. The fake Dipper in the kitchen lets out a shriek and scurries around the kitchen before jumping out the small window and running off. I don't even bother with the fake. I push my anger away now that it's finally quiet enough for me to think. 

     "About two weeks ago is when I felt his presence vanish. I've been searching for him." I say calmly. Shooting Star picked up a chair and smashed it over my head, but it felt more like a mosquito bite than anything else. I glare at her calmly. "Why do you want him?! Why won't you leave my brother alone you fucking creep!" She growls and slams her fist into my face. I let my head turn at the impact so she doesn't break her hand. I could have easily kept my head still, but again, My Pine Tree wouldn't forgive me if I let his sister get hurt. 

     The thought of Pine tree being mad at me for something like that makes my chest ache. I haven't fully delved into those feelings yet, all I know is that I can't bear the thought of killing him anymore. It is no longer something I want. I have a strong urge to keep him safe and the thought of him being somewhere I can't get to makes me panic. I need to keep a level head though if I'm ever going to find him. "He's mine. I want him back." Shit, I said that out loud...

     Shooting Star glares at me, "He's not yours" She snaps. I look at her with a steady glare and I watch her shrink a little. "Do you want your brother back or not kid?" I say brusquely. She looks down at the floor, shaking angrily, keeping herself in check. It's a bit unusual for her. She's usually very mouthy and full of speeches. She doesn't ever control her obnoxious emotions, but she treads carefully now. I almost admire her for it. 

     The fear for her brother trumps her hatred for me. She'll work with me even if she doesn't want to if it means finding her brother. She looks up at me, angry but resigned. "Fine" She grunts under her breath.  I nod, not in the mood to rub it in her face which I normally would do. Honestly I'm more worried about my Pine Tree than I care to admit.... "Take me to the park where you saw him last" I demand. She nods and walks out the door, her fists still trembling at her sides. She picks up her phone and calls someone, telling them that plans are cancelled and hanging up.