"The dead do not come back but I will still pray to the God I do not believe in to bring color to your grey lips again..."

[ Y/N ]

"And then he told me his life story and kissed me!" you exclaimed as you danced around in your dreamscape. You were super happy right now! Your date with Dipper was incredible!

But Bill seems to not care about it at all. He sits on a couch with a newspaper in his hands, flipping the pages ever so often. "Uhuh, yeah," he murmurs as he adjusts the reading glasses he has on. As he does so, he poofs up a glass of wine on his hand then takes a sip out of it. You glare at him with a sour face.

"Bill, isn't this great?! I finally have my first kiss! And with the guy I like!" you said to him as you marched over towards him and try your best to get his attention. But your antics seem to be all for naught for Bill didn't seem to care about you at the moment. Whatever was on that newspaper seemed really interesting for him than your love life.

Damn that newspaper.

"Bill~!" you say as you poke his cheek continuously and scan the newspaper he was reading.

'Burn the witch! Burn her to ashes for her crimes of sorcery!'

You're eyes widen slightly as you read the first sentence you see. 'What the heck is Bill reading?' you thought to yourself as you continued to read the paper.

'O lord God above, shall you vanquish this monster from existence and return her to the hell she belongs to!' 'We sacrifice this sinful creature to you o lord to praise and show our gratitude to you!'

A black and white picture of a young girl is printed onto the paper. 'Was this girl the witch? She doesn't seem to be one, especially with that bright innocent smile she has on her face.'

'The man protecting the witch is captured as well, and will be burned after the witch's screaming cease and until her ashes decorate the floor'

A man's picture is printed onto the paper as well. Like the so called witch, he is smiling with crinkled eyes that seem to gleam with color despite the picture being black and white. Just as you were about to continue reading the newspaper, Bill immediately poofs it away with a snap of his hand then faces you. You frown at him. "Hey, I was reading that."

You thought he would scold you for reading such a thing, or even ignore what you said completely and walk off, but neither of your conclusions was correct. Instead, Bill leans over with blank wet eyes then presses his lips onto yours.

It was a whisper of a kiss; brief, quiet and passing like the wind. It made your heart stutter for some odd reason, as if wanting more. You thought it was only your brain playing with you, an error that your mind made to confuse you. But that wasn't just a figment of your imagination, it was real. You knew for sure it was because of Bill's stupendous reaction to it.

He was now banging his head onto a wall he magically placed on your mind, silently muttering the word, "Shite" under his breath.

"Ugh Bill," you hesitatingly walk towards him, unsure if you want to help him or let him be. You reach for his right shoulder. "Are you-"

He scurries away from you right before your finger tips touch him. He has a wild look in his eye and he seems to be shaking. He looks scared but it's not you that is scaring him. Something beyond you, something that even when you turn you will not see.

"Bill I-" A bell, like one in a school rings, making you jump. You turned off your alarm clock so how come-

"Ohlookatthetime!Wellthiswasfunseeyouy/n!" Bill exclaims in a hurry then disappears from your sight, like a bird he leaves no traces behind.

You awaken from your slumber, confused. What was happening to Bill? Is he okay? And... You bring two fingers to your lips, blushing slightly.

What was that kiss all about? As you got out of bed, took a shower and ate breakfast, this question swam through your mind like fishes in a bowl. You didn't even understand what your mother was saying to you, only nodding as she talked to you.

You exited your house with the same blankness. You didn't know where the heck you were going but you didn't really care. Your feet just continued walking without a care in the world. A few minutes later, you find yourself standing in front of the Mystery Shack.

You walked towards the front porch, at the same moment the front door opens and reveals the worried face of Dipper Pines. "Y/n!" he exclaims then runs towards you. He wraps his warm arms around you tightly, as if he was scared you might disappear. "Dipper." you hear yourself say.

Dipper pulls back then carefully examines your face. "Did he do anything to you?! Did he hurt you or abuse you or torture you at all?!" Dipper asks you.

Did 'he' do anything to me? Who is 'he'?

Suddenly, everything made sense now. Bill's weird actions earlier, the crazed look the Dipper had yesterday as he stabbed himself with forks, and the Dipper now who is worried sick about me.

That sly bastard...

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Hey, I'm back. Welcome back to horrible writing with Kat~ Sorry for the (super) long wait ;-; I'll try to update early next time.

This chapter is dedicated to @bioseptic who is amazing by the way~! :3

Now to finish this, I present to you these pictures