Trying to keep awake, Dipper sat up on his bed. He knew that if he slept he would have to face the dreaded dream demon, who had been hanging out in his dreams for a whole year after weirdmaggedon. The visits actually were quite decent, since Bill was powerless  trapped in that statue, Dipper had been able to have weirdly normal conversations with him...

which begs the question, why was he so afraid to sleep all of a sudden? the talks he had been having with Cipher were fun even, so why was he so unwilling all of a sudden? Dipper could only guess, but his tired mind had other ideas. Feeling himself being dragged into the dark abyss of unconsciousness-in other words feeling his eyes droop after three straight days of staying awake, his panic was dulled over by the sleepy haze of the dreamworld.

hearing the snap of some fingers, Dipper opened his eyes to a white backdrop. no grass, no animals, no other life except-

"Cipher." Dipper gasped, eyes widening at the demon.

"pinetree, I already told ya a hundred times, call me Bill! We're friends, aren't we?"

Dipper shouldnt have been surprised. He had been hanging out with Bill for quite a while, but some weird feeling inside him made him want to stay his distance.

Dipper decides to ignore those weird fluttery feelings in his gut. "ill call you Bill if you stop calling me pinetree,"

he added with a playful smirk. Bill only sighed exasperatedly, as if dipper had just asked him to give up the world for him. however, he bounced right back and began shooting questions like a bullet train.

"so where have ya been pinetree? you havent been here for three days you know, three days are a lot! do you know how lonely it gets trapped in that statue? man what have you been so busy doing lately though, you haven't been speaking too much to me lately, why's that? hey did you know-"

overwhelmed by the demons enthusiasm, an occurance that was not uncommon, dipper held up his finger to shush him. Bill stopped in his tracks (he had been pacing from his excitement) and stared vividly at dipper, waiting for his response.

dipper chuckled, for after getting to know bill normally, he seemed more like a puppy than a god of chaos. he smirked, for which bill took as a sign that dipper was not gonna say. immediately pouting, bill crossed his arms, and sat down crossed legged in midair. "woah, hes cute" dipper thought, and immediately blushed furiously. bill perked up a bit and saw dipper blushing like there was no tommorow, and a smug grin popped up on his face. he floated over, laying sideways. "whats wrong pinetree? like what you see? " he teased, causing dipper to blush harder, as impossible as it may have been. holy fuck, he thought. dipper was mesmorised by those eyes. and his study chest and his dumb body and - dipper stopped right there.

bill usually teased him like this, and usually dipper would slap him, then yell at him playfully. however, this time, his head felt awkward and stuffy, and his stomach like it was churning - definitely not normal. oddly, bill cipher did not notice this unusual turn.

as per usual, Bill used hai magic to plaster a big signboard above the both of you, to point out tonights topic: hamsters. you had earlier created this system so that you could discuss one thing a night and bill usually chose the topics. and, as usual, bill jumped right into his fully planned ramble.

dipper inwardly sighed in relief, because when bill got in his speeches, he wont notice anything until 15 minutes after the speech ends. which gave supper some time to think. what the hell is going on with me? god, why am I so awkward around him, we've been speaking for a year and oh man now I look at him while he's talking he's so cute, and look at those lips haha they are so good I wanna- "dipper are you listening???? I swear hamsters are the cUTEST. you better be listening."

pulled out of his thoughts, dippers face instantly turned red. he felt weird, something in his crotch. OH FUC- and he woke up. from a boner.

he could never face bill again.

authors note: fuck you this story is great fight me