William Rephic was immortal, yes, but he could still feel pain. He hated pain.

Master Mabel and Master Dipper exploited Will's weakness, the pain.

Mabel lived for pain, and Dipper went along with whatever.

Mabel had Will chained to a wall, currently. She had decided to try her hand at a new game. A painful game for the target.

Darts.

Mabel threw the first one, which landed an inch away from the bluenette's head. Will was already in tears, sobbing silently.

Dipper watched through a crystal upstairs, pitying the consciousness demon. He had to go through so much pain, daily. Dipper felt guilty knowing that for some of the pain, he was the cause.

Another dart thrown by the wicked twin.

Thwap.

It hit his shoulder.

The demon cried out in pain, and more and more tears trickled down his lightly freckled face.

"M-Mabel...p-please s-s-stop," Will pleaded.

"Did I say you could call me by my first name, without a title even?!" Mabel screamed at him, throwing another dart.

Thwap.

It hit his leg.

"I...I'm sorry..." Will said quietly.

Dipper stormed downstairs, feeling a rare feeling of confidence against his sister.

"Mabel! Don't hurt him."

"And why, should I do that?"

Thwap.

Dipper had jumped in the way, making the dart hit his hand.

He cringed in pain, and Mabel huffed away.

She missed her target.

Using his good hand, he approached and let Will out of the chains.

"M-master D-Dip-per...wh-why d-did-"

Will was cut off by a soft pair of lips on his.

A rare tear-not of sadness-fell down Will's face as he kissed back.

Dipper broke the kiss and half-hugged the demon, smiling.

"Stop crying, Will."

All the while, Mabel was watching from the crystal. Stupid brother! Stupid demon! They...they will PAY!