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Dipper opened his eyes and felt the stone around his body disintegrate. He took a moment to view his surroundings, noticing the odd dark red walls in every direction. He tried to remember how he got to the strange place. Mabel took his backpack, Bill took over, he found Wendy, they were caught by Gideon. That’s as far as he could remember.
What did Gideon say? Did Bill’s army catch us?
Avoiding the question, Dipper attempted to stand up. He was abruptly halted by a force that tugged at his legs and wrists. He noticed a pair of ethereal blue chains connected to his left wrist and right ankle.
What the-? He followed the chain with his eyes until it ended attached to a hook in the floor. His eyes carried his thoughts to the “decorations” of the room he was in. Directly in front of him sat a fireplace, and above it was a portrait of Bill Cipher wearing a crown. He shuddered and turned to see a golden structure of the same demonic triangle.
Why was Dipper here? He knew that he was clearly not going anywhere, but he knew that there was more coming. Knowing Bill, he wouldn’t capture Dipper without coming to taunt the boy himself.
As if on cue, a sudden burst of blue flames erupted from the fireplace. Dipper flinched as the flames began to form a triangular shape. The room began to shake and the blue triangle exploded, blinding Dipper with a flash of light for a moment.
And then came the laughter. That horrid, terrible screeching laughter that gave Dipper nightmares. He opened his eyes and saw exactly what the expected: Cipher staring directly back at him, eye curled in glee.
“Well, well, well, looks like Pine Tree’s finally ready to join the party!” The demon’s flat body glowed as he spoke. Dipper only responded in a shudder, which gave Bill a sense of just how good Dipper’s fear was.
“Urrrgh…” Dipper struggled to escape his chains, but this only made Bill let out a cackle.
“Oh, Pine Tree, you think you can escape, can’t you?” The demon extended his dark arm to brush the boy’s cheek. Dipper hated the sensation, he hated what the demon’s unholy hand felt like.
Dipper mustered up all the courage he had left. “Urrrgh…. Bill! You better let my uncle go! And Wendy, and-“ he was cut off by Bill, who was pointing to a tapestry to the left of Dipper. He squinted at it, but what he saw horrified him. A screaming Wendy, staring directly at the boy.
“What did you do to them?” He turned his head and stared right into Bill’s elongated pupil. Crossing his arms behind his backside, Bill just cackled again. “Your friend here is now a permanent resident of the Fearamid, kid! A great addition to the other decorations!” Dipper shuddered and closed his eyes, a tear shedding from one of them. He had no hope left. All his friends were gone. And how he had a demon floating above him, who couldn’t be happier to see the boy like this.
“You look really good in chains, Pine Tree.” The chains detached from the hook on the floor and floated into Bill’s hand. “ My chains. ”
“W-what do you want, Bill?” Dipper whimpered. Bill floated over the the platform Dipper was chained to and sat down on it. “Wondering when you’d ask. I actually don’t want anything from you, since I already have exactly what I wanted.”
Dipper tried to make himself smaller. “And w-what’s that?”
“You.”
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Bill sat atop his throne of frozen human agony, bored as he watched his henchmaniacs party below. He didn’t have anything to do with his new life, since Ford wouldn’t reveal to him the equation.
A realization hit Bill like a truck. He did have something to do, and it, or rather, he , lied directly within the Fearamid. Bill’s eyelid curled upward in excitement as he prepared a dramatic entrance to scare the boy. Oh, how he craved seeing the fearful look from his little Pine Tree.
With a plan in his mind, he began to initiate it. Using his telekinesis, he lifted a glass orb off of the floor in the room Dipper was kept in. The orb floated silently until it it suddenly grew tremendously in size, turning a deep red color. Dipper flinched as an elongated pupil formed directly in the middle.
Dipper knew what was coming. He shielded his eyes from the harsh yellow light as the blue bricks formed around the orb. A flash, then Bill Cipher appeared.
Dipper refused to peel open his eyes. Bill, amused by this, let out his signature cackle.
“Hello there, my little sapling~!” The demon floated over to the chained teen, levitating inches away from his face.
“Let me go, Bill!” Dipper struggled in his chains. The demon laughed, his noises echoed through the penthouse.
“Hmm…how about no? You’re here now, and there’s absolutely no chance that you’re escaping my clutches.” Bill ran his hand through the boy’s chestnut hair. “There’s so many thing I can do to you, Pine Tree. Your fear is so delicious. ”
“Wha—“ Dipper was interrupted as the demon lifted his arm. His stubby black fingers began to chance shape. The tips of his dark digits began to expand, until they formed claws as sharp as a lions.
“Like em, Pine Tree? I knew you would.” He placed one claw underneath the boy’s chin, lightly pulling to leave a slightly bloody mark.
“What are you…going to do to me?” Dipper’s comment was so fearful. The vocals filled Bill with serotonin (or whatever the demon equivalent of that in.)
“Hmmm. I think…” the demon’s pupil became as thin as a piece of paper. He stared intensely at the boy. “…I think I’m going to torture you, Pine Tree.”
Bill began by showcasing his dark fingers, now extremely sharp claws, to Dipper. Very, very slowly, the demon placed a singular claw on Dipper’s cheek and pulled slowly until reaching the boys neck. Dark red blood began oozing out of Dipper’s newly made cut. He let out a scream, which Bill enjoyed very much and motivated him to continue.
The demon took his index claw and dug it into Dipper’s forearm, then pulling it in a wavy line up the boy’s arm until it reached his chest. Dipper’s terrified look and painful screeches were music to Bill’s ears. He loved the sounds of Dipper’s screams, the look in his horrified eyes. Bill just wanted to keep breaking his Pine Tree for the rest of eternity.
As the triangle grabbed Dipper’s hand, the boy made a quiet whimper. With a grin-like expression, the triangle began to break Dipper’s fingers one by one. Slowly, he bent Dipper’s index finger backwards until he heard a pleasant crack.
The demon continued for about an hour or so. His torturing of Dipper included many of his favorite tactics. The boy had passed out later on, which had been such a great shame to Bill.
He eventually decided, despite the fun he was having, that he needed to get some work done. That work, of course, being to terrorize other humans and keep his subjects in order.
He placed his unholy hand on the teen’s chest, which was covered in fresh cuts and scars. With a quick snap of his fingers, the cuts formed back into normal skin. The boy wouldn’t have any scars, but he’d surely remember the experience and be terrified of Bill. Which is exactly what Bill wanted.
“Alright, Pine Tree. This was very fun, but I’ve got work to do. Be excited, Pine Tree. I’ll torture you again tomorrow, and again, and again, and again. I just love the sight of your beautiful terrified face, the delicious taste of your blood. I can’t wait to torture you again.”
And then the triangle was gone.
When Dipper awoke, a voice was ringing in his head. It was his voice.
“ I’m coming back, Pine Tree. I want your fear. I’m going to torture you forever. You’ll never escape from me. Now sleep in fear, knowing you’ll never be separated from me again.”