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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines, Dipper_Pines/Stan_Pines
  Character:
      Grunkle_Stan_|_Stanley_"Stanford"_Pines, The_Author_|_Original_Stanford
      Pines, Stan_Pines, Ford_Pines, Bill_Cipher, Mabel_Pines, Gideon_Gleeful
  Additional Tags:
      Spanking, Canon_Divergence_-_Weirdmageddon, Master/Slave, Rape/Non-con
      Elements, Anal_Fingering, Fingerfucking, Hand_Jobs, Bondage, Hand
      Feeding, PWP, Uncle/Nephew_Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-18 Updated: 2016-01-20 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4708
****** golden boy ******
by ravenhairedtrickster
Summary
     Weirdmageddon has become a permanent thing for Gravity Falls. Dipper
     finds himself the pet of Bill.
Notes
     This would be my first GF fic ever. I'm fascinated with the idea of
     Dipper as Bill's pet/play toy in an apocalyptic setting like
     weirdmageddon. Please heed the tags and enjoy, thanks!
***** Chapter 1 *****
The earth hadn’t stopped turning, Dipper knew that much, just time disappeared
under Bill’s reign. Day or night; it was whatever Bill fancied. Usually, he
fancied smoke, days that grew to over one hundred degrees fahrenheit. Or acid
rain that left burn marks on those who were in the wrong place at the wrong
time.
Dipper considered himself lucky, well not exactly lucky in the proper form of
the word. Lucky wasn’t being tethered to Bill’s throne like some wild animal,
lucky wasn’t watching Bill trade Mabel for Gideon’s cooperation, cage Stan and
Ford deep within the bowels of Bill’s personal chambers; half the time doped up
on dream dust (as Bill liked to call it).
No, there was no luck to be found here. Still, Dipper had to count his
blessings, least none of them were being hunted for sport, caught only to be
spit roasted over a fire and consumed by monsters.
Dipper stared at the floor, his knees hurt and his back felt stiff from the
prolonged position. The collar he wore dug into the skin of his neck, pulling
down where the heavy chain curled on the ground, latched onto a loop that
protruded from the base of Bill’s seat.
Bill wasn’t there, however, the party had moved elsewhere in the pyramid, a
side room with more space for all Bill’s otherworldly accomplices. He’d been
forgotten, Dipper was sure of it. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, to be
forgotten by Bill, but his stomach growled and everything hurt. He wanted
nothing more than to lay down and take a nap, perhaps in turn forget his
situation.
Dipper sighed. He pressed his palms to his thighs, the muscles in his back
shuddering as he maintained his position. There were rules. Hold position until
told otherwise, do not speak unless spoken to - a flash of heat enveloped
Dipper’s face - do not respond to anyone else's touch, do not cum without
permission; take punishment as it’s given, submit without complaint.
He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand. Surely it wouldn’t be so bad
if he laid down. He’d been kneeling for hours, his legs were cramping and he
couldn’t feel his feet. If he just stretched out and closed his eyes…
Dipper twisted around, pulling his legs out from under him, and with some
dismay found they were sluggish to move. He laid them out as he lowered himself
down, his arms shaky with the effort. His stomach growled again but he reasoned
that was fine, nothing he could do about it anyway, and when his head hit the
ground exhaustion overtook him.
His first mistake had been falling asleep. Dipper had never meant to do that.
He’d merely wanted to rest his eyes and ease his aching body. He tried to
stifle a yawn as he stared up at Bill. The demon hovered before him, a tinge of
red invading his normally pristine golden form.
“We have rules for a reason, Pine Tree!” Bill said, his small hands sitting at
his sides where he might’ve had hips were he human. Despite his obvious
displeasure, Dipper noted Bill sounded amused, giddy even. He felt dread wash
over him like a cold breeze.
“I didn’t mean to,” Dipper breathed. “I-I was just so tired-”
“Tired? Humans are so funny, so fragile, so needy,” Bill practically vibrated
as he descended to Dipper’s level, he flushed pure gold. “What should I do with
you, Pine Tree? You disobeyed. Should I punish you?”
Dipper’s lips pressed into a thin line at the mention of punishment. There was
no point in protesting, for one it’d be another rule broken and two Bill had
clearly made up his mind. He opted to bow his head instead, his fingers dug
into the meaty part of his palms as he waited for Bill’s next move.
“Aw, why the long face?” Bill intoned. Reaching out he pat Dipper on the head,
his fingers running against Dipper’s skull. “It’s just a little punishment,
nothing you can’t handle.”
Bill floated away before settling on his throne. He motioned to the spot in
front of him, ample room for two. “Come on, Pine Tree,” he beckoned. “I promise
it won’t be as bad as your silly little brain is making it out to be. Just one,
two, three, and done! Then I’ll let you curl up and sleep. Deal?”
Dipper moved to his feet slowly, the chain rattled as he climbed onto the
elevated chair. He resigned himself to this, there was no escaping it. And
somewhere in his head he hoped Bill was being serious, that it wouldn’t be that
bad. He hadn’t broken any rules before, he’d been good. That had to count for
something, right?
“Atta boy,” Bill praised.
Dipper perched awkwardly on the edge of the throne, unsure how Bill wanted him.
That question was answered soon enough.
“Hands here, lean against it, ass out,” the demon instructed, motioning to one
of the thrones arms. He hesitantly took his position, squirming when nothing
happened immediately.
Tentatively, Dipper peered over his shoulder.
Bill was staring. Eye narrowed as if he was trying to decide on something.
“Pull it all down,” Bill finally said, his small hand tugging on the waistband
of Dipper’s shorts.
Dipper scowled. “Why?”
Bill’s eye contorted into a facsimile of a frown. “Talking back now are we,
Pine Tree?”
“N-no!” Dipper quickly supplied. With shaking hands he unbuttoned his shorts
and let them fall around his knees. Despite his boxers he felt horribly
exposed.
“I said all of it.”
“But-” Dipper began. He was hushed by Bill tearing the material down himself.
The air was shockingly cold on his newly exposed flesh, his cheeks burned with
humiliation. He didn’t understand and felt slightly sick - he could practically
feel Bill’s gaze on him.
He started to shake.
“Whoa, whoa,” Bill exclaimed. “Don’t freak out, kid. I haven’t even started!”
Dipper yelped as a small hand found his ass. A moment later the other one
clawed at his scalp and tugged a painful handful of hair.
“W-what?” Dipper asked. Tears were suddenly threatening to fall down his face.
He’d always known Bill to be a perverse monster, what with screwing with them
for so long and then declaring weirdmageddon, but this- this was something else
entirely and Dipper didn’t know what to expect.
“Never had someone touch you hey, Pine Tree? A shame really, your ass is silky
soft,” Bill said with a cackle. “All the better, really. Ever have someone
spank you? Mommy or daddy? Stan?” Dipper remained silent. He was having a hard
time processing everything and Bill’s hand felt hot on him.
“Guess not! How fun!” Bill laughed. He wound his arm up, watching as Dipper
sagged in relief, then brought it down. Hard.
Dipper heard the sound of Bill’s hand colliding with his flesh before he felt
it, and boy did he feel it. He jerked forward only to sob as Bill held his
firmly by his hair. The spot where Bill had hit him ignited into a burn. He
wriggled again.
“No you don’t,” Bill said. “Hold still, kid, that was only number one. Got two
more to go.”
Dipper clenched his teeth, waited and screamed when Bill’s hand came down again
with inhuman strength. For a second all he knew was white hot agony then a sob
tore itself from his throat and he whimpered as Bill ran a treacherous hand
over the places that hurt most.
Nails Dipper didn’t know Bill had ran over the fiery areas, teasing at the
inflamed skin.
“Look at you, Pine Tree. All lit up red for me.” Bill soothed, patting Dipper’s
hip. “It’s a good look for you, now let’s see if we can get you to really let
go.”
He didn’t have time to brace this time. Bill’s hand hit him not once, but twice
in quick succession. The scream that bubbled up from Dipper’s throat from the
first smack was choked off when the second one landed. He gasped when Bill
released his hair, head hanging over the thrones edge as he tried to regain his
bearings in spite of the pain.
His thighs trembled when Bill’s hand came to once again survey his work.
“You- you said three,” Dipper ground out between his teeth as he panted.
Bill laughed. “I did, didn’t I? Oh well. You really do look great like this,
Pine Tree.”
Dipper scowled. “C-can I sleep now?” He asked, his voice all nasally from the
tears that ran down his face. He shuddered as Bill’s hand continued to run over
his flesh, he squeaked when it dipped lower, exploring a place Dipper had
rarely explored himself.
“Please,” he said, voice high and nervous. Small fingers pressed along the seam
of his balls, cupped them and gave a experimental roll. “Don’t, Bill-”
“Humans sure are funny, I mean look at these!” Bill exclaimed, ignoring
Dipper’s pleas. “They’re so soft and squishy, I could crush them if I wanted,
Pine Tree.”
The hand squeezed ever so slightly and Dipper whimpered and held completely
still lest his movement encouraged Bill to do just that.
“And this,” Bill marveled, hand slipping under Dipper’s balls to poke at his
small prick.
Dipper couldn’t contain himself. Even his wildest nightmares didn’t involve
being molested by a demonic triangle. He sniffled loudly.
“Please,” he begged, hoping to appeal to some deep down part of Bill that
wasn’t as twisted. “Let me sleep, I did what you asked!”
Bill’s fingers stopped where they were, pressing hot to Dipper’s length.
“Fine, fine, Pine Tree, here’s your reward.”
The throne disappeared, as did the chain linking him to it as the room
disintegrated around him. Dipper felt nauseous when everything stopped bleeding
like runny ink.
The new room was familiar, an odd assembly of shapes littered the walls and any
flat surface, on one wall was a gaping portal to another realm, a glossy
barrier that only Bill - or so it seemed - could pass through protected it.
He hadn’t spent long in here. Bill preferred to have him around at all times,
even if all he did was kneel and listen to the demon dictate to his followers.
Since the last time, however, a plush bed of some sort had been added. It was
round and black and something about it reminded Dipper of a dog bed, not that
he cared, the last time Bill had disappeared through the portal and left him to
toss and turn on the hard floor.
“Go on, Pine Tree, get your precious sleep,” Bill said, rolling his eye.
Dipper climbed onto the bed gingerly, careful not to aggravate his backside too
much. It still stung, but not so badly now. A new tether materialized after he
curled up, tying him to the wall.
“Can I have something to wear?” He asked hesitantly, very aware that his
clothes had disappeared along with the other room. His stomach rumbled and he
blinked, just now remembering he was hungry.
“Don’t think so, kid,” Bill laughed but his eye grew wide at the sound.
“Believe me, you look better this way! I completely forgot humans need to eat,
silly me!”
A slice of buttered bread and a glass of water came into existence before him
and Dipper quickly consumed both, licking the grease from his fingers when he
was done. He tried to ignore how intently Bill watched him.
“I’ll give you something more satisfying when you wake up.” Bill promised with
a lopsided wink. “Now off to sleep you go, sweet dreams.”
Dipper had opened his mouth to ask if he could see Stan or Ford, or even ask of
Mabel’s condition but before he could he felt Bill’s dream magic seep into his
bones. His eyelids felt unbearably heavy and for the second time that day he
succumbed to sleep.
He didn’t dream.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     The response in comments and kudos were very appreciated, my goodness
     thank you for all the support! Even if I admittedly don't know what
     the hell I'm doing haha.
He woke to an explosion that rocked the entire pyramid. Dipper started, his
heart pounding against his rib cage as adrenaline coursed through his body.
Eyes wide, he looked wildly around for any sign of danger; a million things
crossed his mind, the monsters overthrowing Bill, the time baby having
regenerated and deciding the only way to fix this mess was to blow Gravity
Falls right off the map.
There was, however, nothing and Dipper wondered if it had been a figment of his
imagination, perhaps the lingering dregs of a nightmare he couldn’t remember.
“Oh, sorry, did I wake you, Pine Tree? I tried to keep quiet, I really did.”
Dipper jumped then settled, his knuckles white as he gripped handfuls of his
makeshift bed. He stared up at the demon who morphed into being.
“What was that?” He asked, feeling a bit breathless.
“Oh, you know, the ol’ razzle dazzle, badabing badaboom,” Bill rambled holding
his hands out in what could be considered a shrug. When Dipper didn’t respond
he said: “Found some rebels to the cause! Blew them to smithereens! It was
great, do you know how funny human bodies look when they’re being scattered
every which way?”
Dipper paled but Bill only continued.
“Somehow the little monsters had climbed all the way up here. Impressive
considering how feeble you are as a species. Blew out half the west hall but,
hey, doesn’t matter!”
A stomach churning thought invaded his mind when Bill finished. Had it been
Wendy, or Soos? He pressed a hand to his stomach, willing his unease away.
“Everything okay there, kid?” Bill asked suddenly, he floated closer.
“My friends,” Dipper managed, avoiding eye contact. He let the unspoken
question hang in the air between them.
Bill’s eye narrowed in displeasure. “Haven’t been able to find them,” he
admitted, crossing his arms. “I’m sure that’s a great relief for you.”
That was the understatement of the century, Dipper thought, exhaling a nervous
breath. He was in quite the predicament as it were but if Bill had killed them…
The thought was unbearable.
“Well, you’ve moped around long enough,” Bill exclaimed. “We’ve got court to
attend, Pine Tree.”
“Court?” Dipper asked, he clutched his bed harder.
“Y’know, the silly stuff one such as myself has to sit through in order to rule
the masses?” Bill said, a laugh punctuating his words. “There’s nothing to it,
and really my subjects are pretty thick, still, I have to at least pretend like
I care about their well being.”
He found that hard to believe. Bill was powerful, he didn’t need to please
anybody in order to keep control. Dipper guessed it was all in the thrill of
playing games that got Bill interested in holding such a gathering.
The thought of trying to sophisticate monsters would’ve been amusing, however
Dipper could only wonder at how long he’d be made to kneel at the foot of
Bill’s throne.
“Oh!” Bill blinked, eye going wide. He looked something akin to excited. “I
almost forgot, can’t have you wearing nothing but your flimsy human skin.”
Dipper expected something horrible, transparent materials that were there to
show him off rather than keep any of his dignity in tact. Instead he got one of
the shirts from the gift shop, a few sizes too big. It hung over his shoulder
suggestively and he was horrified to find nothing beneath it.
“Much better,” Bill said above him. “As much as I want you to remain naked,
there’s a certain level of finesse that needs to be maintained.”
He had a second to inspect the outfit, if one could call it that. When he
shifted it folded between his thighs uncomfortably and bagged out everywhere it
obviously didn’t fit him. Still he supposed it was better than nothing.
“Come along, Pine Tree,” Bill interrupted and the lackluster garment were soon
forgotten as the room did that horrible thing from before. This time it twisted
as the colours bled and Dipper closed his eyes as his insides flipped over.
And then everything was still.
For a long moment there was nothing but white noise bouncing around Dipper’s
head. Bill’s touch brought him back violently.
It had been nothing but a small hand on his temple but it was more than enough
to cause Dipper to careen away.
“Yeesh, kid,” Bill said, blinking slowly. “Calm down, you were gone for a
second there. Don’t thank me for bringing you back.”
“I won’t,” Dipper muttered under his breath before glancing sharply up at Bill.
If the demon heard he didn’t say anything. Instead Bill decided upon floating
up to his perch.
“Sorry for the wait,” Bill said and Dipper felt the eyes of over a dozen
creatures he hadn’t noticed on him. “Humans. Takes a while to get them going.”
Bill joked.
A chorus of laughs erupted.
“Jokes aside, we’ve got business to attend to!” Bill exclaimed, his gaze found
Dipper. He beckoned him with a wave of the hand. “Come on up here, Pine Tree.”
He hesitated then stood shakily and padded over to the throne. He climbed onto
it, averting his gaze as Bill gestured him to sit. The throne was roomy enough
for both of them, though Bill less sat, more hovered.
“Atta boy.” Bill praised, Dipper bullied every muscle in his body not to flinch
when the demon ruffled his hair. “One more thing, then we can start.”
Dipper didn’t know what he’d expected. Not a multitude of fruits and warm
biscuits that’s for sure.
“Thought I’d forgotten again?” Bill teased.
He couldn’t rein in the glare he shot Bill. “Can I eat?” He asked quietly.
“Of course, Pine Tree,” Bill said, he plucked a blueberry from the assortment
of fruit and held it out.
Dipper reached out to take the berry but Bill jerked his hand away. “Ah ah, I
said you could eat it, not take it.”
Dipper sucked in a breath of air, concentrating on not glaring holes into Bill.
They sat there at an impasse for a minute and during that minute, with the
berry still between his fingers, Bill began speaking.
His voice was shrill in Dipper’s ears, becoming background noise as he
struggled with the choice before him. Ultimately, his stomach made the choice
for him. Shuffling closer, Dipper braced himself for this new humiliation as he
leaned in. He took the berry delicately between his teeth, making sure to avoid
any contact and pulled it from Bill’s grasp.
Sweet, tart filled his mouth as he chewed his prize and waited for Bill to
tease or taunt him for eating like a dog being fed scraps. Nothing was
forthcoming, however, and Dipper swallowed his surprise along with the berry.
Not one monster had interrupted the proceedings (currently an argument over who
got what bit of land) to gawk at him or laugh.
Even more so to his surprise, Bill offered him a slice of apple. Dipper didn’t
hesitate this time. He leaned in and again took the fruit from Bill without
ridicule.
He closed his eyes as he chewed, savouring every bit of it before swallowing
and looking to Bill for more. Next was what looked like a piece of a
strawberry, it’s pink inside glistening where Bill had torn it apart. Dipper
eyed it dubiously but leaned in nonetheless.
With his mouth tentatively open he leaned in. A look of irritation passed his
face when Bill moved his hand just out of reach. Readjusting, and moving
forward, Dipper tried again. This time he got the fruit on his tongue; he also
got Bill’s fingers.
For a moment his mind went blank. He knelt there with his jaw hanging lax and
Bill’s fingers caressing the sticky warmth of his tongue around the fruit.
Dipper recoiled. Mouth snapping shut as he pressed himself to the far edge of
the throne. He stared at Bill with a shocked expression plastered across his
face as he clutched the length of the shirt he wore tightly to his body, as if
it might provide protection.
He gulped the remaining strawberry down and waited for some sort of reaction
from the demon but there was nothing. Dipper scowled. This time when Bill
offered his hand out a steaming biscuit was clutched between his fingers,
buttery and fresh smelling. He pushed down his unease, unable to resist such an
offering. He nibbled at it, butter spilling onto his chin as he ate. The last
bits of the biscuit required some maneuvering. His lips brushed Bill’s fingers
twice on the way but eventually he got the rest - and then he did something
that shocked himself.
Dipper licked his lips before lapping the butter that had oozed off the bread
from Bill’s fingertips. Bill's fingers were a small price to pay for much
needed sustenance, he reasoned.
He sat on his haunches after and ate the next biscuit quickly. He topped it off
with a slice of a peach, gooey and dripping thick syrup all over the front of
his shirt, then ignored anything else Bill offered.
He rubbed at his face with a hand and let it sit on his stomach. For the first
time since this all began Dipper felt… okay, good enough with his stomach
happily full of bread and fruit and Bill’s attention elsewhere. It was nice, if
one could call anything during weirdmageddon that.
Again he felt lucky.
Suddenly he found himself wondering about Stan and Ford. Did Bill feed them?
Were they slowly wasting away where Bill had them locked up? And what of Mabel?
Dipper’s thoughts darkened. He would kill Gideon if any harm had come to his
twin.
“Enough!” Bill said, cutting through Dipper’s thoughts. The monsters who’d been
making quite the ruckus went silent.
Bill fixed them all with his gaze. “It’s been fun,” he said with a roll of his
eye. “Now out, out! Leave!”
Dipper watched them scurry away, some lumbering along, the majority grotesque
in their inhuman movements, like joints that bent at odd angles or a trail of
murky slime left in the wake of a creature that dragged itself by two small
arms.
He looked away, feeling a little ill.
“Y’know, PIne Tree, you did well today,” Bill said, sounding oddly wondrous.
Dipper steeled himself. “You deserve a reward for being so good during all that
boring hooplah. Don’t you think so?”
“Tell me about Stan and Ford.” Dipper said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“And Mabel.”
Bill seemed to think on his demand. Perhaps deciding what punishment best for
talking to rudely and ignoring the question given him, even if it was
rhetorical.
“Sure thing!” Bill exclaimed and swept behind Dipper in one easy movement. A
small hand tugged at Dipper’s ear. “I’ll tell you all about them, but only if
you do this for me.”
Dipper glanced over his shoulder at the demon. “Do what?” He asked. He worried
his bottom lip as Bill reached around.
“Nothing really, Pine Tree. You just need to hold nice and still for me.”
He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Hadn’t he endured enough
already? Being fed by hand and reduced to wearing a shirt and nothing else? His
backside hadn’t forgotten yesterdays debacle either, the skin still felt tight
with the swelling.
His eyes widened as Bill’s intention was made clear in the form of one
hellishly warm hand sinking between his legs, palming him through the shirts
fabric.
“S-Stan,” Dipper reminded, voice cracking as Bill pressed against his back; a
solid wall that prevented him from flinching away.
“Hmm, let’s see,” Bill mused out loud. “He’s fine, both of them are, one could
say they’re even happy! It’s hard to be sad when you don’t know which way is up
or down.”
Dipper pressed his chin to his chest, screwing his eyes shut. His legs trembled
and his mouth was dry. Worst of all his entire body was starting to feel warm,
his cheeks flushed and he opened his mouth to pant when Bill squeezed him
tight.
“You’ve done this before right, Pine Tree?” Bill asked, he blinked against
Dipper’s exposed shoulder and drew the shirt up with a mere suggestion of his
mind. "Course you have."
Dipper shook, his eyes opened to slits as he dared to look down to where the
cool air licked at his flesh. He groaned at what he saw. Bill’s hand was small
but curled snug around his cock, a few drops of pearly white precum already
flecked the black of the demons knuckles.
“What of Mabel?” He gasped as Bill palmed at his balls, pressing experimentally
to the space behind them.
Bill vibrated against him, his voice thrummed against his core and seemed to
rattle his bones. “She’s smarter than you, Pine Tree,” Bill laughed. Dipper
gasped as something stroked along the cleft of his ass. “She learned her place
right off the get go, in fact I think she enjoys it.”
“O-oh?” Dipper groaned a question as a finger probed at him, pushing dry to the
first knuckle then withdrawing. “N-not that!”
“She loves it, Pine Tree, she likes when Gideon does this exact thing to her.”
Bill hissed. He stroked the weeping flesh in his palm, twisting his hand around
it in a way that made Dipper scream and squirm violently against him. “She gets
wet for it,” Bill exclaimed, he pressed in finger inside the too-tight space
that was Dipper’s body. Perplexed he said: “You’re dry as a bone, kiddo, must
be a girl thing. No matter!”
Dipper blinked wildly as water morphed the edges of his vision. He didn’t want
to cry but the hands on him were too tight, and the digit that breached him
every second stroke scraped him raw as it stretched him open.
“Please!” He cried, clawing at Bill’s wrist with his hands. “Stop! Please,
you’re hurting me! Ah Bill!”
His body betrayed him.
Dipper couldn’t fathom it, he was groggy, his head full of cotton and eyes and
nose streaming. He was mumbling something. A mantra? No, a plead. God, he felt
dirty, sticky. He twitched to life and felt good. His balls tingled with his
release and his cock drooped unimpressively downwards to where Bill’s hand
hovered, cupped to catch every last drop of his cum - at least what hadn’t
already been lost to the throne beneath them.
Had he came?
“How disappointing,” Bill said sounding put-off.
Dipper’s stomach dropped.
“I’m sorry!” He stammered, regaining his bearings. “I didn’t mean to!”
Bill slipped around to face Dipper. He stared down at the ejaculate he cradled.
“Maybe I should send you to Gideon for some training,” Bill said, he sounded
detached and, if Dipper didn’t know any better, upset.
“I’m sorry, I’ll remember next time, I forgot to ask- you were hurting me,”
Dipper rambled desperately.
“I don’t think spanking you will fix this one, Pine Tree.”
Dipper clutched at his shirt anxiously, he shook as Bill wiped the few drops of
cum he had managed to save into his hair.
Working his hand against the back of Dipper’s skull, Bill pulled him close. “I
know just the thing for you. You said you wanted to see Stan again?” Bill all
but giggled. “I’ll let you see him alright. I’ll let you see all of him, Pine
Tree.”
Bill’s laughter echoed in the empty room.
“But for now I think I’ll leave you to think over the rules. In silence.”
A snap of Bill’s fingers and Dipper’s mouth was stretched open wide, a ball gag
of some kind that was wrapped snug around his head. Instinctively, he went to
reach for it but Bill chuckled.
“Nuh uh!” He chastised. “None of that now.”
Dipper whimpered from behind the gag as something slithered along his arms,
tightening at his wrists and extending to his legs. There was pressure, his
spine arched to accommodate it and he flopped onto his side as the bindings
settled.
Bill regarded Dipper for a moment before turning.
“I’ll be back later,” he said feigning an apologetic tone as he added: “It’s a
bit chilly today thanks to the west hall being exposed… You’ll be fine right,
Pine Tree?”
Dipper stared up at the demon with glassy eyes.
“Wonderful!” Bill exclaimed and he vanished with a loud pop.
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