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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines
  Character:
      Bill_Cipher, Dipper_Pines, Wendy_Corduroy, Robbie_Valentino
  Additional Tags:
      Molestation, 12_year_old_Dipper, Wendy's_a_bit_of_a_jerk, but_just_for
      this_im_sorry, I_know_im_gross_lmao, Bill_taking_advantage_of
      hurt!Dipper, Pedophilia
  Series:
      Part 1 of Unholy_Obsessions
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-19 Words: 1312
****** Friends Can Be Cruel ******
by Kialish
Summary
     Dipper runs away to the woods after hearing Wendy joke about his
     crush on her to her friends. Bill was the last person he thought he'd
     run into.
     Just a one shot to get this out of my head.
Dipper stormed off away from the Shack, heading into the woods. His face was
red with anger and embarrassment, shaking at what had happened. How could Wendy
say that? Wendy? Sure he was over his crush on her, but why was she telling
everyone about it like it was a big joke. He felt tears spill over his face as
he went, sniffling and wiping them away angrily. He thought they were friends.
Weren’t friends supposed to, I dunno, not be jerks about things like that?
The scene played over in his head, Wendy at the counter of the Mystery Shack,
surrounded by the others, laughing as she told them about how madly in love
Dipper had been with her.
“Yeah, it was pretty painfully obvious,” Robbie snickered. “I can’t believe he
actually thought you’d like him back!”
“I know, right? He’s just a kid…” Wendy said, shaking her head. She didn’t know
he was there, that he was listening. Until he ran past them, shoved past Lee
and Robbie and ran out the door.
Now he was getting lost, and he couldn’t care less.
Sobbing, he stopped, eyes too blurred by tears to see where he was going. He
knew Mabel and Stan would be worried, but he didn’t want to go back. God, that
was the last thing he wanted. He didn’t think he could face Wendy or her
friends again. He was just a 12 year old laughing stock to them…
Gasping with a shuddering breath, he looked up, blinking away the tears. Where
was he? He’d explored the woods a hundred times this summer, but this area… He
didn’t know it offhand. He looked back from where he came from, but he couldn’t
even see the shack. Just endless, towering trees. Gulping, he felt a pit of
anxiety settle in his stomach, fumbling for his journal. If something popped
out at him here, he needed to be prepared.
His anxiety only grew as he realized that the journal wasn’t in his vest pocket
like it usually was. He hadn’t planned on coming into the woods today, so he’d
left it under his bed. He groaned, spinning and figuring he should at least try
and find the path back. Getting lost in here could be dangerous.
“Heya, Pine Tree!” Came a mirthful voice, echoing among the trees. Dipper froze
and blinked as color faded from the forest. He spun and started walking
backwards, looking for the one eyed triangle. He could hear the laughter echo
all around him, and he bumped into someone warm. “Nice to run into you here!”
“B-Bill.” Dipper stammered, stumbling backwards as he spun around and away from
the demon. His brows knit together in confusion. It wasn’t the normal form he’d
seen the demon take, but this… this was absolutely bill. A man with olive skin
and wavy blond hair was looking down at him, one eye golden with a slit, the
other covered by a triangular eyepatch. His grin revealed sharp canines, and he
was dressed in a yellow and black tuxedo. His top hat floated a few inches
above his head, and he was leaning on his cane.
Dipper was alone in the Mindscape with Bill.
“Looks like you’ve been crying! Wanna talk about it, kid?” Bill asked, circling
the young boy in a predatory manner. Dipper watched him warily.
“N-no. That’s none of your business! Now let me out.” Dipper demanded, voice
sounding stronger than he felt.
“Of course it’s my business! I see everything after all. In fact, it was just
out of courtesy I asked!” Bill shrugged, teeth gleaming as he beamed. Dipper
felt like a mouse cornered by a cat. “I already know about Red spilling the
beans to her friends, making sure to note how absolutely childish you were. I
mean, even I, a being of pure energy could see how pointless your infatuation
was.”
Dipper felt angry, stomach twisting as the demon watched him hungrily. Tears
started to spill over again as the memory played around them, Dipper watching
again. He shook his head, feeling weak for crying as they all laughed at him.
She was his friend…
Warm arms wrapped around him, pulling him to the ground and into Bill’s lap.
The scene was playing over and over, projected against the trees. He squeezed
his eyes shut, but it didn’t stop the burning peals of laughter.
“They don’t care about you, Pine Tree,” Bill whispered, mouth close to the boys
ears. “Humans are so cruel, even you don’t deserve that.”
Dipper felt hands wrap around his chest, sliding under his vest and over his
heart. Dipper squirmed uncomfortably, face flushing as he opened his eyes and
looked to the ground.
“Bill… What are you doing?” Dipper asked weakly, sniffling. He felt the demon
press his lips to the back of Dippers head, humming softly.
“Making you feel better.” He stated simply, his other hand sliding down and
pressing against his crotch. Dipper flushed, and red flags went up everywhere.
“N-no,” Dipper stammered, struggling to get out of the demon’s hands. But he
was held tight. The sound of the memory was playing louder again, but Dipper
fought to ignore it.
“Yes.” Bill replied firmly, wrapping his legs around Dipper sliding a hand
under his shirt.
Dipper made a soft noise at the warm hand pressing against his chest, feeling
his face redden deeper. It felt nice, comforting, but he was still scared,
heart ramming against his rib cage like a tiny bird. Bill kissed the back of
Dippers neck and down his shoulder, before sucking against his soft skin.
Dipper made whimpers of protest, but the sound only served to egg him on more.
“You make such cute noises, Pine Tree!” He murmured, teeth grazing against his
exposed neck as he began to rub between Dippers legs. The kid bit his lip,
halting the keen that was about to escape his lips. It felt good, but in a
terrible way. He was so sensitive, too sensitive to be handled like this. Bill
knew that, but he was going to do it anyway.
He scraped his nails against Dipper’s chest, sending tingles of electricity
shivering down the boys spine, and started unbuttoning the boys shorts. Dipper
protested, but a sharp bite in the neck halted his movements. Bill could taste
blood, sweet, innocent blood. Blood he was tainting oh so joyously.
“You taste wonderful…” He hissed, his previously jovial demeanor suddenly
clouded by lust and need. Dipper didn’t fight, face contorted in pleasure and
fear as he grabbed at Bill’s legs and clenched his fingers into the fabric.
His hand left Dippers chest and he pulled down the boys shorts and boxers,
Dipper feeling leaves and grass against his buttocks. His small member exposed
twitched against the cool air, half hard.
“See! You are enjoying this.” Bill teased, running his hands down the boys
thighs before grabbing him. Dipper moaned weakly, squeezing his eyes shut as
the demon began to stroke him. His entire body was shaking and he felt tears
coming again, streaming down his face. He whimpered through his tears, toes
curling as Bill’s hands made him feel good.
He laid his head back against the demons shoulder, Bill practically purring as
he molested the boy. After a moment more, Dipper cried out softly, coming in
his hands. He panted, hands shaking as he felt life come back into focus.
He could hear birds again, and sunset rays were filtering in through the woods,
the world in color once again. Dipper shakily stood, ignoring the half hardness
in his pants and looked around. No Bill… He was alone. Still shaking and face
still flushed, he turned and ran back towards the Shack, not noticing the
carving of a circle within a triangle on the tree he’d been leaning on.
“Let’s do it again sometime…”
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