Dipper's POV

"Pine Tree please wake up! Please be okay!" I heard suddenly.

Everything came swirling back to me in increments, the fox, Bill, and the fact that I thought I died. But I wasn't dead. I could feel my toes and I could feel my fingers. Oh how I missed actual hands and feet.

Slowly the feeling in the rest of my body came to me. And soon enough I thought I was ready to open my eyes, or well eye, but I was worried what I would find on the other side. Every time I opened my eyes, eye, bad things greeted me.

I forced my eye open, and I was nearly blinded by all the light, but I could see his silhouette against it.

"Pine Tree you're alive!" He yelled, smothering me.

His arms wrapped around me so tightly, I thought he was trying to kill me, but I then realized that he was just trying to hug me. 

"How am I not dead?" I asked, trying to sit up against his hug.

"I healed you," he said, untangling me from his death hug.

"For free?" I asked, questioning his motives.

"For free," he said, smiling. It was odd seeing a real smile on his face.

"Of course you wanted to keep your meat sack alive. Who else would let you run around in their body?" I asked, rolling my eyes. Of course he only wanted to keep me alive to use me.

"N-No," he stammered suddenly. "I didn't save you. . . only for that reason."

"Then why Bill? Because one second you want to kill me, the next you don't and then it starts all over again. Just pick one! I can't understand how your mind works!"

"And you probably never will," he sighed before smashing his lips on mine.

I didn't know how to react to that at all. I only sat frozen like a statue, not kissing him back. He pulled away from me, a little embarrassed and confused with himself.

"Why the fuck did you just kiss me!?" I yelled, clearly tempered by his strange mood swings.

"I. . . I don't know. I–"

"Yeah of course you don't know! You never know, Bill you're just impulsive and–"

My airway has suddenly tightened and I couldn't breathe. Bill was glaring at me angrily, but I could see the conflict in his eyes.

Making a split decision to save my life, I grabbed the collar of his tailcoat and pulled his lips onto mine. They were surprisingly warm for a demon. And no matter how much I didn't want to admit it, I liked it.

Bill's telepathic hold on my windpipe released instantly, except my mouth was covered by his lips as he continued to kiss me. I then remembered I could breathe through my nose too.

Bill finally released me, letting me suck in more air. I tried to look away in embarrassment that I had done that, but I could feel his glowing eyes on me.

"Do. . . Do you really feel that way, or did you just do that so I wouldn't kill you?"

"I. . . Don't know," I said, quietly. Truthfully I didn't. Part of my brain was screaming "of-fucking-course, you were going to kill me!" while the other half was yelling "I do like you".

"I see," Bill said, standing from the bed I was in. I realized then I was at home. And as soon as I had looked away to look at the familiar attic room, Bill was gone.

Was it safe for me to be here? After everything that happened with Great Uncle Ford, would I be welcome here?

"Dipper!?" I suddenly saw Mabel, her heading peaking around the attic door. "Oh my gosh!"

She charged towards me, her arms open wide. For once I didn't wince in pain as her arms wrapped around me. I pulled her close, recognizing her familiar scent of sprinkles and lemons.

"You look. . . Actually okay," she said almost crying. "Except for. . . For your eye. But Dipper where have you been!? Grunkle Stan and I have been looking for you forever!"

"Bill had me, but it was only a couple of days," I said, finding myself defending him. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Dipper he was torturing you! He stole your eye!" She yelled.

I couldn't argue with what she was saying, but for some reason I felt the need to. After a while she wrapped her arms around me again.

"Grunkle Ford isn't here anymore," Mabel said suddenly.

"What?" I gasped.

"Grunkle Stan kicked him out after what he did to you. So he took some of his research and just left. So you're safe here now."

"What about everyone else's. Grunkle Stan doesn't want to kill me?"

"Dipper!" Mabel yelled, swatting at my hand. "How could you say that!? Of course he doesn't want to kill you!"

"Sorry, I just don't know how I can trust anyone anymore! Great Uncle Ford literally was going to kill me! I don't know who to trust."

"You can trust me!"

"Can I?" I asked suddenly, my tone dark.

Mabel's eyes widened and I swear she looked like she was going to cry. I hadn't meant to say that. It just accidentally slipped out.

"Mabel, wait!" I yelled after her as she ran away.

I was such a fuck up. I couldn't make anyone stay or wish they didn't have to kill me. I could imagine Bill choking in with "oh I don't want to kill you, Pine Tree", but that wouldn't really be true, as he'd tried to kill me several times already.

I found that once I started thinking about Bill I couldn't really stop. My whole head was swirling with thoughts of him now, especially the lingering thought of our kiss that we had earlier. I felt the sudden urge to talk to him, to find him. Why the hell was I feeling this way about someone who had tried to kill me, a demon nonetheless?

Sorry this chapter is so short guys. I just felt it was a good stopping point. Hopefully, I'll have another chapter up soon!