Hello my little demons! You're all in for a treat. I did my homework super fast today and I was able to finish yet another chapter. This will probably be the last for a little while, but I promise this fan fiction is going somewhere. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Dipper's POV

The endless pain woke me from my sleep. I could barely breathe and it felt as if someone had run over me with a truck. Five times.

I realized I was in a hospital again, but this time Grunkle Ford was nowhere to be seen.

Strangely enough it didn't smell like a hospital, nor was there a window on any of the walls. If anything the room was a little bare. Maybe even too bare.

A doctor entered the room, bright blonde hair strewn over half of his face, black boots clicking on the floor, and cane in hand. Wait a minute. . .

"Bill!?" I shrieked, backing up in the hospital bed. This caused me great pain, and I fell back, unable to move.

"The one and only!" He chirped, posing in his doctors coat, clearly excited at his accomplishment. He was really strange.

"Why the hell are you playing doctor?" I asked, trying not to move or cry from the pain of both taking and living.

"Oh you know, boredom," he laughed, walking closer to me. "That and I can't resist having an excuse to see the blood and gore hospitals have to offer. Not that this is one," he trailed off, barely murmuring the last part.

I was about to ask him what he meant when his hand landed on my leg. I winced as he rested his hand on my leg. Even from above the covers it was beyond painful.

"Relax Pine Tree," Bill said, patting my leg.

I bit my lip trying not to scream, but then it slipped out, and Bill was staring at me confused.

"What!?" He yelled, getting even closer to me. It almost seemed like he was genuinely worried about why I had screamed.

"B-Bill it really hurts," I croaked. Trying to bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my cries.

"That bad? Humans are so weak."

I could barely nod without my head throbbing. I briefly recalled hitting it harshly on the floor before I thought I Ford killed me.

Bill pretended to flip through his long list of papers, taking his doctor role way too seriously.

"Can you please heal me?" I begged. Seeing the odd look upon his face I added, "or kill me. Whatever you want, I don't care. Just stop the pain, please!"

I closed my eyes waiting for the incoming pain, but I felt nothing. When I opened them I saw Bill, still watching me closely. I could tell he was thinking deeply.

"Alright Pine Tree, I'll heal you, but I have two conditions."

Of course he did.

"One, you have to stay with me. I don't think you should be staying with Sixer, not while he's all revengeful. And two, you have to let me use your body as I wish."

"Okay. . . Wait, what do you mean use my body?" I asked, still biting the inside of my cheek.

Breathing was becoming harder, so I had to breathe through my mouth instead of my nose. But I felt like I was losing air by the minute. There was something really wrong with my wounds.

"Oh, just possession and stuff," Bill grinned.

I wanted to ask him what "and stuff" meant, but as soon as I tried to talk I felt like I was choking. I couldn't get any air to my lungs.

"Bill!" I gasped, reaching for my throat. My chest felt tight and was growing tighter. I couldn't breathe.

"Gotta shake my hand Pine Tree," Bill said, standing there and watching me choke to death.

Everything around me started to blur and I felt like my chest was burning.

The only thing I could still see was Bill's glowing palm, and so I thrust my arm into his with all my might, hoping I hadn't missed in my last chance aim.

The familiar tingle of his fire etched its way up my arm, and slowly my vision returned along with my ability to breathe.

I inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"Are you fucking kidding me!? I was going to shake your hand, you didn't have to try and choke me to death!" I yelled, pulling my arm away from his grasp.

"Actually I didn't do that. Your lungs were filling with fluid. You have, well, you had, a lot of internal bleeding. Guess I saved you just in time." Bill grinned his usual grin and bounced on his feet.

"Why do you want to possess my body anyways? You have a body of your own!"

"Because feeling pain is one of the only ways I can feel human, especially with you meatsacks. I mean you are all so weak and vulnerable and–"

He finally stopped seeing the glare I sent him. Bill really didn't like humans apparently, unless it was for their pain.

"At least we're smart. I'm not the one who left someone tied up to a wheelchair to be attacked by giant, ugh, whatever they were!"

"Yeah, that was an accident. I got a little distracted."

"Distracted? You were on a murderous rampage! You do realize there are other ways to feel human, right?" I asked, anticipating for him to be relatively interested and ask me more. Apparently he had never experienced an adrenaline rush.

But the infamous Bill Cipher had other plans.

"Like. . . This?" He asked, suddenly holding me back against the hospital bed and thrusting his lips onto mine.

I didn't know how to feel at first. My heart felt like it skipped a beat and my stomach was filled with butterflies. But more than anything I realized I was confused.

Bill pulled back, mad grin still complacent upon his features. His eyes were bright and devious as he twirled around and stalked out the door without another word.

I sat there with my mouth hanging open. I was beyond confused. I was flabbergasted.

The king of the nightmare realm, a demon, a fucking isosceles triangle just kissed me.

Why the hell did he just kiss me!?