His breath condensates into the cold air. His bare body felt irritatingly cold. His legs were squeezing together while white liquid painted the floor near him. Tears drenched his cheeks and eye lids.

Milo panted a little and coldly kissed Bill's hair. "Was it fun, Bill? To be fucked by 'yourself'?" He grinned wickedly and kissed his cheek. With a growing smirk he added, "Sweet dreams...or should I say, Sweet nightmares?"

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Dipper leaned against the fence bars of his cabin's balcony. Milo quietly appeared behind him and walked over, wrapping his arms around Dipper's waist and hooking his chin over his shoulder. "Morning," he greeted.

Dipper smiled and his love rating elevated to 40 percent. "Morning, Mr. Decipher."

Milo grinned. "You might be a Decipher as well, Mr. Pines."

    "...Hmm," said Dipper oddly. He blushed lightly and then let out a giggle. "Maybe you will be a Pines one day..."

Just imagining the horror it would be for them to get married was scratching Bill's empty heart out from inside his cage. He could hear their conversation from a small tear Milo allowed him to have.

    "Maybe," Milo said and kissed Dipper's ear. He eyed the side of Dipper's face and chuckled. "That earring does make you look charming..."

Dipper laughed. "Really? My sister suggested it so I wouldn't be teased about looking like a nerd when we go back to university. She said it makes me look cooler."

Milo smiled warmly and let go of Dipper. "I'll just try to cook breakfast for you, okay?"

Dipper took a gallon of silence before nodding. "M'kay."

Milo fetched a glass before heading downstairs with creaky stairs. He grabbed some milk and a filter filled with water. He stacked two plates onto his hand and tugged the dishwasher with his foot.

Dipper looked out into the sun with his eyes scrunching out the pain of its light. He imagined bricks swirling around that straight thin line of Bill's eye. He felt a weird feeling of discomfort by the accompany of Milo. Sure he was a 'better' and sweet version of Bill, but Bill was more unique and a huge bit of a flirtatious guy. No...Milo is better...Bill is worse...but...

    "Dipper!" Milo called. Dipper sighed and returned inside. He opened the door that headed downstairs until a fully dressed and messy looking Bill popped up with a worried facial expression.

    "Don't go!" Bill warned and completely blocked Dipper's way.

Milo heard the ruckus upstairs and raised his brow. "Dipper? Is something wrong?"

Dipper began sweating and glared at the human devil in front of him. "YES! EVERYRHING'S TOTALLY FINE!" He leaned closer to Bill and tugged on his hair. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Bill bite his lip to cease his painful noises. "I'm here to warn you about him! Milo!"

Dipper tugged harder on his locks. "Get the fuck away from here!"

They began stumbling down the stairs while Milo stared at them with a blank stare. He looked at Bill and placed the plates down on the table, sauntering over. He gently pulled Dipper away and snagged Bill's hair, shaking him.

    "How'd you get out of your cage?" Milo whispered dangerously and shoved Bill to the wall. He raised his hand while a yellow blaze of fire surrounded his palm, making the knives clutter around him with their sharpo edges pointing to the victim.

Bill waved his hand and hauled some floating forks over. Dipper whipped his head back and forth, dodging the knives and forks that attacked each other. He threw himself into the bathroom and heard plates shattering and grunts of pain. As soon as the whooshing sound of flying weapons stopped he slowly opened the door and saw Milo with a fresh scar on his cheek, a dangerously huge gash down his arm, and blood slowly spilling out of his torn clothes. It was the same with Bill when Dipper wanted to know what happened to him.

    "What the hell? Milo. You know Bill?" Dipper asked while contemptuous disbelief broke through.

Milo chuckled and wiped the fresh blood from his cheek. "I haven't told you yet? Pardon me."

Bill growled while both of them pointed to each other, saying simultaneously, "He's basically the opposite of me."

Dipper shook his head. "Huh?"

Milo approached Bill and tugged on his arm, throwing him back into an open tear that appeared behind him. "See ya later, Bill!" he said joyful and waved.

"AGGH!" Bill yelled while his body faded into the blackness.

Dipper gulped and swung his head towards Milo, only to see a wide grin. "Y-You creep! V-Violence? Knives? Really?!"

Milo chuckled more and creepily placed his blood-covered finger over Dipper's mouth. "Taste all the victory I achieved for you...Bill is fine, and you have me!"

Dipper began feeling a huge galon of regret washing over him. "Wh-Where's Mabel? WHAT ABOUT STAN?"

    "Oh Pine Tree," Milo chirped. "You have me! You don't need them."

Dipper began sliding away from him and reached for the door. Suddenly the world around them turned blank and white with endless unseen walls. He could suddenly feel themselves squished in a box.

With Milo on top of him Dipper swung his arms into the enclosed space. "Get away from me!"

    "But Dipper! I though you loved me!" Milo let a creepy grin tug his lips while hungry saliva slipped down. Blood poured out of his gash while he cackled softly.

    "No! I don't! I was entirely dumb enough to be with you!"

    "Oh yeah? Then who would you prefer? Bill or me?"

Dipper frowned and swapped from decision to decision until he thought of an answer. "...You..."

    "Ah," said Milo with a soft smile. "I was only joking about all the murder effects and things..." He caressed Dipper's cheek with a hidden smirk. "I'll do something about Bill's attitude..."