Waiting. There wasn't much else the captive teen could so. He laid there, every breath baited in anticipation, unable to do anything. His safety, and the safety of his entire family, rested in the hands of a demon. Dipper had lost the only thing that made him feel like he could actually help. Now...he felt useless. He never said a word. He just sat there. He did as he was told, whenever Dr. Carson instructed him to sit up, or open his mouth, or breathe in and breathe out, whatever she needed to keep tabs on his health, he did. He was a puppet, his strings being pulled by the threat of the death of everyone he cares for. Every once in a while, an agent would come in with some sort of wound, wether it be a bruised bone, or a bad scratch, the agents came in and out.

One day, however, two agents were wheeled in on gurneys, another covered by a black tarp, followed by multiple battered scientists, doctors, and agents. Some were bleeding, some were limping, but only one looked about ready to kill, and that was Agent Moore. He had a bandage wrapped around his head, covering one of his eyes, the white cloth stained with blood. Dr. Carson came over to ask what had happened, but the agent brushed past her, setting destination for Dipper's hospital bed.

"Agent Moore, you can't..." Dr. Carson grabbed the advancing man's arm, and he pushed her away. She stumbled backwards, tripping over the edge of the cot and falling to the floor. She sat on the ground, unhurt but utterly shocked.

"That demon is killing my agents!" Agent Moore snarled, jabbing a finger at the gurney covered in the tarp. Dipper's stomach churned slightly. Killing...? Oh, Bill...what have you done? Dipper Pines was torn from his thoughts when the enraged agent snatched up his arm, practically dragging him off the cot. Dipper tripped, but was unable to fall, the agent's grip too tight on his wrist. The teen attempted to wrench himself free, but Agent Moore held fast. He twisted the boy's arm behind his back harshly, which received a small yelp of pain.

"Let's see how he likes it on the other end." Agent Moore growled before shoving Dipper forward, leading him out of the room. Dipper looked over his shoulder in fear, and his eyes met Dr. Carson's. She was watching in horror as everything fell apart, unable to do anything about it. Then they rounded the corner. Agent Moore was anything but kind in his movements, shoving the teen forward anytime he stumbled or slowed. Dipper's arm was beginning to hurt from being pinned against his back, and he still felt a bit sick, so the pushing and rough treatment took its toll, making his head feel light, his movements unsure. Finally, they reached the door. Agent Moore input the code, then knocked Dipper inside, letting him go so that he fell forwards into the room.

"Pine Tree?" Bill's voice was surprisingly strong, considering the torment he had been put through for the past few weeks. Dipper shakily got to his feet again, looking up at Bill with a small smile. Then he remembered that Bill took away his magic, and anger flared up inside him. Still, the sight of the dream demon strapped to the table, covered in various IV needles that were drawing blood, and others that were injecting strange liquids and substances. He was bruised and beaten, but he still grinned in his annoyingly cocky way. His eyes found the mark on Dipper's arm and he smirked.

"Like my little addition?" He teased. Dipper rolled his eyes, and might have even laughed if it weren't for the fact that, just then, Agent Moore kicked him in the back, and he was sent sprawling again. Dipper could almost feel the tense anger in the air and he gasped, trembling, pushing himself to his hands and knees. The agent grabbed Dipper by the back of the neck and dragged him to his feet. Dipper Pines froze when he heard a gun cock and felt the cold tip of the barrel press up against his head.

"You've toyed with us, you've destroyed equipment, you've hurt my men, you've killed us." Agent Moore growled. The gun started trembling in his hand, which made Dipper tense up even more. If he flinched on the trigger... "Y-You...you murdered my son!" Agent Moore howled, tears forming in the eye not covered by the bloodstained bandage. "He was all I had left!" Bill Cipher said nothing. He just stared at the agent, his eyes narrowed, burning with an intense hatred unlike anything Dipper had ever seen. The teen would have felt a bit bad for the man, had it not been for the horrid treatment, the threats, and the gun pressed up against his head.

"So now...now..." The agent was falling apart. Tears streamed down his face and Dipper began to tremble in fear. Emotional people were dangerous people. "Now I'm going to...take everything from you..." Agent Moore pressed the gun harder into Dipper's temple, and the teen squeezed his eyes closed, expecting the end. Nothing happened. He opened an eye, apprehensive. Bill was standing up, the needles and other equipment he had been hooked up to torn away and tossed aside. He had taken off his eyepatch, his eyes glowing intensely, especially the one that always remained hidden. The agent's gun began to tremble again, and the tears fell faster as he realized what was happening. The demon's eyes shone so brightly that it lit up the whole room. There was a flash and a glowing triangle formed in front of Bill's eye, the one that was usually covered.

"Vita tua est nihil, deditionem mentem tuam ad me. Cor tuum, et anima, mea sunt ad imperium," the dream demon began to chant. The agent was now shaking uncontrollably, and the gun turned away from Dipper's head. "Vita tua est nihil, deditionem mentem tuam ad me. Cor tuum, et anima, mea sunt ad imperium." Both of Agent Moore's hands gripped the handle, and he turned it around to face himself. Dipper's stomach dropped, his chest turning cold as he realized what was happening. He recognized the Latin Bill was chanting... It was a mind control spell. The caster controls the victims every movement. They can make them do anything they wish. It was powerful magic, only accomplishable after many many years of practice, and it required an element of darkness, an evil the likes of which was rarely found in the living world.

"Vita tua est nihil, deditionem mentem tuam ad me. Cor tuum, et anima, mea sunt ad imperium." Dipper's eyes locked with Agent Moore's, the gun pressed up against his forehead. The man's dark brown eyes were filled with pain and sadness, pleading, desperate, yet also hopeless, as though he knew no help would come to him, and he was about to join his son in the afterlife...

BANG!

Dipper turned away, but he wasn't fast enough. He saw the bullet go through one end and go out the other, saw the blood and heard the body hit the floor. He gagged, stumbling away, grabbing the nearest object to keep himself steady. His eyes drifted over to the dead man, the inside of his head splattered on the wall, and Dipper Pines retched. He felt a hand on his back and flinched away. He looked up and saw that Bill had put the eyepatch back on, and had taken a shirt from one of the extras tucked away in the closet meant for the scientists and nurses. It was white and tight fitting, and it made the yellow parts of his hair look more gold than blonde. His eye had returned to a blue color, as opposed to the shining gold, and they were filled with concern.

"Pine Tree, are you okay?" He wondered, reaching out for him again. Dipper stepped back, unable to get the terrifying image of the demon's rage out of his head, the sound of the gun, the sound of the blood hitting the wall... Dipper shuddered and refused to meet the gaze of the dream demon. "Kid, I..." Bill glanced at the dead man before looking back at Dipper. "That other stuff I did, it was... I don't..." He struggled to explain himself, the look in Dipper's eyes paining him more than he'd like to let on. "Look at me...please..." He asked quietly. The teen turned farther away. "Dipper, can you at least look at me? Please! I...I..." Dipper's heart broke slightly and he slowly looked up at the demon. There were tears in Bill's eyes.

"I'm a monster, I know it, but... He was going to kill you..." Bill insisted, his voice quiet and desperate. The tear fell down and Dipper couldn't help it. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled the demon into a hug. After a brief moment of shock, Bill returned the hug. They held each other tightly, as though they were scared at any minute, the other would fade away.

"You're not a monster, Bill..." Dipper began, pulling out of the hug to look at the brown and blonde haired teen in front of him. He scanned his eyes, their faces inches apart. "You're a demon. You're my demon." With a small smile, they closed the gap between their lips.

A/N: That's right guys, I'm not dead!!! Sorry for the short chapter, but hey! We got some drama, some demonic-ness, and to top it off, the first BillDip kiss of this story!!!! Haha! So...yeah. I wanted to thank you all for your patience and support. I know how annoying it is to have an author that doesn't update much. I try to, but... I get distracted with other things, plus school and other books I want to write, and I'm even working on an Undertale comic for a book that's currently in the works, and....yeah. A lot is going on in life. HOWEVER... I am currently on Spring Break. SO... I am going to try and maybe just MAYBE... we'll finish this book off? There's not much more to go, and I've already got the cover ready for the next book! So... Yeah! Thanks for all your support and patience, it really means a lot. You all get a gold sticker! :D Except... I don't have any gold stickers...so sorry. On another note... LOOK HOW MANY READS THIS BOOK HAS GOTTEN!?!?!? THAT'S INSANE!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! Not in the murdery way... The actual love, not LV. Haha! Sorry, I've been drowning in Undertale lately... Haha! ANYWAY... Literally thanks for everything. My books are nothing without you guys. :) I'll howl to you later!