âWhy do you even like, WANT to go to the ball?â
âTo meet my TRUE LOVE, of course~â
âUgh.â
Pacifica was quickly realizing that she wasnât going to get a straight answer from Bill about his condition for not tearing the house apart while she was gone, even if she couldnât fathom why heâd want to come with her. And this WOULD make it easier to keep on eye on him, she supposed.
âMy parents are going to be suspicious if I bring some random guy to the masked ball thoughâ she pointed out, still not quite done trying to talk him out of it. Itâs not like he could change that fact, after all.
âThen donât. Bring one of your totally platonic girlfriends.â
âWha....?â
âGive me a dress, Northwest. Females of your species are shorter anyway, arenât they?â
This alone didnât convince her, of course; Bill still had to answer a slew of questions to put Pacificaâs concerns at ease. While it was easy enough to assure her heâd clean himself up, brush his hair, make her dress as long as it was a smaller one from when she was a bit younger, etc, but the issue of the mask did stump him for a moment. And then it came to him: sheer black fabric.
âYou can fit it behind the eyeholes...that way, I can see out of the mask, but people canât see into it.â
âHuh...I guess that works.â She paused. âHey, what about your voice?â
âIâll use a different voice.â
âLike what?â
Unfortunately, Pacifca was less than impressed with Billâs attempt, and decided that she wasnât taking him unless he didnât talk at all. Bill tried to get her to reconsider, but she stood firm on the point, even in the face of threats to her cabin. At last, he gave in to the compromise, promising he wouldnât say a word. Whatever, heâd still find a way to entertain himself.Â
âAndâ she continued, âyou need a date.â
The argument that followed revealed a few things: Bill loathed the concept of compulsory dates, Pacifica already had a male one lined up to placate her parents, and she was not going to put forth much effort to find him one. By the end, Â it was made clear that this meant he needed to go with someone who was already desperate enough to get a date to attend to not ask too many questions.
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The night of the ball, Bill arrived at Toby Determinedâs side in a light yellow dress he picked out from the choices Pacifica gave him, a little bit of padding built in as a bonus. His golden hair cascading down his shoulders uncharacteristically elegantly, cleaner and more well-groomed than it had ever been before. His face was covered with a white mask, one that was given something of an eerie look with the solid black âeyesâ. Pacifica tried to mitigate this with an accessory that âdidnât really match but would be fine maybeâ, but the effect still had his date looking confused at first.  Toby didnât ask about it though (probably because Pacifica already made it clear that âNorahâ didnât talk long before that night).Â
Bill remained at Tobyâs side only as long as he needed to before slipping away when he went to get them drinks. After making his way as far through the crowd as possible, he looked around to try and find something to occupy his time with. Desperate as he had been to get here, his reasons did not include dancing with THAT man, even if they were âlike, basically the same heightâ. Fuck her, he was taller. A little.Â
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He pulls out two brightly colored boxes with a sheepish smile.Â
âI wasnât ah, sure what to get at first, and Stan and I didnât have much time to shop, but I hope you like these!â
Inside the boxes were a pair of earrings fashioned from what Ford thought was a pearl sub species that sang when the light hit them for Mabel, and a book on the worldâs most unsolveable puzzles for Dipper.
@awkwardpines here is your BillDip drabble. Itâs less of a shippy thing and more of a âBill and Dipper interact in an arguably intimate way while still staying IC and not being inherently abusive to each otherâ. Â In order to meet these stipulations, I had to make it take place in my LTOLOXA AU, most closely related to the version Iâm doing with @flannelandchill. So shoutout to you for inspiring the setting in this.
And Iâm calling it a drabble because I feel like there is no real sense of closure in it, no good âendingâ. So yeah, have your 2,388 word drabble.Â
It hadnât been easy to convince Wendy to let him see Bill in the old abandoned cabin, but this was something Dipper needed. He simply couldnât accept that Bill had returned, human or not, without seeing it with his own two eyes. So, after taking one last deep breath, he finally pushed open the door and let himself in.
Though it wasnât that big of a place, it did take Dipper a second to spot the strange man huddled up in a corner, looking decidedly uncomfortable. Could this really beâŠ?
âCipher?â
A hauntingly familiar eye shifted up to look at him from beneath the mess of blonde hair. When it was accompanied by a small laugh â one that still haunted his nightmares â he found himself taking a step back.
âPine Tree.â
Well, the voice was unmistakable, thatâs for sure. But after the initial shock wore off, he noticed something off about it. It wasnâtâŠhappy. It was a bitter laugh, even if it was in his voice, and it felt more and more out of place as he contemplated it further.  Furrowing his brow, Dipper took a step forward again, trying to stand tall. He wasnât sure what to say though â what did you say at a time like this? There were a million things he wanted to ask, but right now the strange, almost out of character demeanor of the man before him was too distracting to parse them out. What was going on?
âWhatâs your problem?â he blurted out at last, coming off far more callous than heâd meant to. He didnât bother to correct that though, not with Bill. The initial response was another laugh, much louder and colder than before, one that made the small manâs entire body shake. Just as he was second guessing all of this (maybe there was no conversation to be had?), Billâs expression changed to a scowl.
âMy PROBLEM is Iâm stuck in this STUPID body!â he snapped, so sharply that it almost made Dipper jump. âDo you have any IDEA whatâs it like to be so limited? Itâs SUFFOCATING, itâs ââ After cutting himself off, and pausing a moment, Bill sighed and shook his head.
âForget it. You wouldnât understand anyway.â
Dipper wanted to say âfineâ and leave that be, but his curiosity was piqued now. Certainly, he could think of reasons why Bill would say that, not being able to jump into the mindscape anymore or whatever it was he liked to do butâŠ.was that REALLY what he liked to do?
âI mean, I dunno man, I remember you really liking being in a human body before. You know, when it was mine.â Dipper made no effort to hide the animosity in his voice here, nor the sarcasm. âActually I seem to recall you leaving a note for my sister talking about how you missed burning, and drowning, and other weird shITâ"
His voice cracked a little there, and Dipper could already feel the color rising in his cheeks as Bill smirked about it. Ugh, he told himself he would play it cool, he told WENDY that he wouldnât freak out! Sheâd warned him Bill would do this, and he knew it too. Ugh. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should justâŠ
âYouâre right.â
That grating voice immediately changed Dipperâs irritated expression to one of confusion.
âWhat?â
âI did miss all those things. Those were things I couldnât really feel in my true form. I can now.â
âSo youâre justâŠoverstimulated?â
âUnderstimulated.â
âThat doesnât make any sense. How can you be understimulated if your senses are heightened?â
This was met with another small laugh from Bill, and a wide, toothy grin. Actually, what was up with his teeth? They looked inhumanly sharp, almost like a sharks. What the heck�
âI canât really explain it to you, kid.â
Dipper sighed, and rolled his eyes. He should have expected that, this guy lived to play games. Whatever, it wasnât like he wanted to know anyway. Itâs not like he was curious what the stupid demon of a man meant. It wasnât like he was going to lie awake thinking about this for the next few nights.
âBut I can show you.â
Immediately, Dipper went on the defensive, giving Bill a cold scowl. He could see where this was going a mile away, and he was NOT falling for it. Bill was probably going to try and get him back into the mindscape or something, to âshowâ him what it felt like toâŠtoâŠ.actually no, that still didnât make sense. Sure, he was relatively impervious to injury when there, but that didnât help Billâs point at all. If anything, it helped his own. What the heck was Bill trying to pull now?!
âIâm sureâ he quipped icily, earning him another laugh from the demon. But surprisingly, he didnât SAY anything else â Bill just continued staring at Dipper, as if waiting for something. It started to make him uneasy. He really shouldnât ask, he shouldnât humor this, butâŠ
âAnd how exactly do you plan to do that?â
Bill glanced around thoughtfully, eyeing some clothes that had been tossed into a messy pile at the corner of the room.
âDo you trust me?â
Dipper blinked. Was this a trick question? How could he possibly trust Bill after all that had happened? This guy was probably the least trust-worthy person he knew!
âNoâŠ.?â
To his further puzzlement, this almost seemed to be the answer Bill wanted. With a bigger grin, Â he muttered a quick âgoodâ, before moving over to the corner and grabbing one of the shirts off the floor.
âYou donât have any scissors, do you? A knife, maybe?â
Dipper gave him a look. Of course, why did he expect anything else?
âNo.â
Bill shrugged, and promptly took the shirt into his mouth and tore off a sizable piece of fabric from it with his own teeth. Needless to say, Dipper was even more lost now than he had been before, and it didnât help when Bill moved back toward him and held out the fabric.
âPut this over your eyes.â
OK, now he had to be joking, right? Dipper took the cloth, but he just stared down at it, and then back up at Bill, wearing the most unimpressed expression imaginable.
âI said I donât trust youâ he sighed, wondering if heâd somehow been misunderstood. Or maybe Bill just didnât care?
âI know. Thatâs why this will workâ Bill retorted, as if that somehow cleared up this bizarre and honestly worrying request. Dipper hesitated. He should just walk away right now. He should just turn around, head out the door, and just....just.....
âFine.â Dipper snatched the makeshift blindfold out of Billâs hands, getting one last glimpse of his super-satisfied grin before blocking out his vision. âBut if you do ANYTHING, Iâm gonna kill you.â
âUh-huhâ Bill replied distractedly. At this point Dipper couldnât see what Bill was doing, which was pretty unnerving in and of itself. He could hear Billâs footsteps though â they seemed to be moving away from him, first changing direction to beside him, then behind him, the growing fainter. After this he heard what sounded like a drawer opening, and then....nothing.
â...Cipher?â
âHm?â
Bill defintely sounded like he was at the other side of the room now, and Dipper slowly turned to face the direction he was fairly certain the voice was coming from.Â
âWhat are you doing?â
No answer.Â
âCipher??â
âCome over to me.â
âI canât see you.â
He waited a moment or two for a response, slowly listening more and more carefully to everything around him. He could hear a faint sort of something that he couldnât quite place, not in source or direction. Movement maybe?
Something brushed against him.Â
It was soft, gentle, but still so sudden that it made Dipper yelp and jump back away from it, nearly losing his balance in the process.Â
âB-Bill?!!â
Nothing.Â
After another several agonizing seconds, he began to reach up to take off the blindfold. This was getting ridiculous.Â
âDonât touch it.â
The voice was soft, almost a whisper right in his ear, but still unmistakably Billâs. It was indescribably uncomfortable to hear Bill Cipher whisper , and it sent a shiver up the teenâs spine. When did Bill get that close anyway?? He hadnât heard the footsteps come back. Feeling strangely frozen in place all of a sudden, he heard a low, breathy chuckle that made the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end.Â
âIâm...Iâm warning you...â Dipper began, trying (and failing) to sound more in-control than he felt right. No, he was in control, wasn't he? He could take the blindfold off right now, if he wanted.
âIf you take it off now you wonât understand.â
âUnderstand what?â
Again, no answer. With a frustrated sigh, Dipper returned his hand to his side, assuming that Bill was just being difficult until he got his way. He was right.
âListen, Pine Tree.â
âI am listening!â
âNo, I mean really LISTEN. And tell me what you hear.â
Well, he heard Billâs voice, but that probably wasnât the right answer. He could hear his breath too, actually, now that he listened a bit more closely. Billâs and his own. It was strangely unnerving, paying this much attention to your own breath â in a strange way, it almost made him feel self-conscious of it. Was that weird? That was probably weird. Itâs not like there was a WRONG way to  breathe.
âWell?â
âI hear...you talking. And breathing. And me breathing.â
âAnything else?â
âWell....I guess I can hear the wind outside. Itâs not very loud, but...do you have a loose shutter, or something?â How had he not noticed that before? The more he strained his ears to zero in on it, the more sure he was that there was a faint sound coming from over by the window. At least, he was pretty sure that was where the window had been.Â
"Wondering why you didnât hear it before?â Bill asked, drawing Dipper back out of his thoughts once more. Before he could respond, he felt Billâs hands close around his wrist, nearly causing him to yelp in surprise again. Instinctively, Dipper tried to pull away, but Billâs grip was surprisingly firm. And the more he struggled, the tighter it seemed to get.
âLet go!â
âItâs because you couldnât hear it.â Bill continued, as if nothing out of the ordinarily was occurring. âWhen one of your senses is taken away, the others get more acute to make up for it. For humans, this is a literal, biological thing, but the principle still applies to me.â
âHow do you figure?â
âI could see EVERYTHING, Pine Treeâ he replied, sounding almost wistful now. âThe reason you didnât hear that stupid shutter earlier is because you werenât listening. You didnât HAVE to listen. When you can see things around, you, thereâs no need."
âOK...?â This was all facinating and everything, but he still didnât see how this applied to Bill. Was he saying his other senses were dulled when he could see so much?
âI could see everythingâ he repeated, further tightening his vice-like grip around Dipperâs poor wrist. âAnd when you can see EVERYTHING, whatâs the point of feeling ANYTHING?â In the silence that followed, Dipper let that sink in, trying to process the full implications of this. There were a lot of ways to take that last statement, and none of them were completely irrelevant to Bill. Unfortunately, he wasnât given a lot of time to think through them all before the lecture continued.
âI did enjoy being in a human body sometimes, yeah. Just like your kind enjoy using blindfolds to get their kicks. They get a thrill from being able to be so acutely aware of things they woudlnât otherwise, just like you are right now. The sound of that shutter, the smell of my laundry in the corner...â Actually, now that Bill mentioned it, something DID stink. Gross.Â
âAnd most of all, the feelings. What do you feel, Pine Tree?â
"Well, I think youâre starting to bruise my wrist, so thereâs that.â As soon as the words left Dipperâs mouth, Billâs grip finally let up a bit. Before he could be properly relieved about this though, he felt a new sensation: cold hard steal against his throat.Â
âWhat do you feel now?â
For the second time since they started this conversation, Billâs voice made a jarring deviation from his loud and obnoxious norm. It was a whisper, a genuine, dangerous whisper that sent chills through him that no scream could. Not even the demonâs laugh freaked him up quite this much.Â
Dipperâs mind raced â what was he supposed to do now? Ugh, how could he have been so stupid?! Of COURSE Bill was up to something, he was ALWAYS up to something! And now he could feel the cold chill of what was undoubtably a knife pressing against his jugular.
In something of a panic, Dipper made a quick, rash decision to shove Bill away, and by all accounts, it seemed to have worked. He felt the blade leave his skin, and heard the man holding it fall back to the ground with a small âoofâ. Wasting no time, Dipper took several steps back, and practically ripped off the blindfold to glare down at Bill.
"I knew it! Do you ever think about ANYTHING besides trying to killââ
 Bill was looking back up at him with a mildly curious, but largely bored look, making no attempt to get back to his feet. In his hand, he was clutching a single metal spoon.
"A...spoon??â
"You afraid of spoons, kid?â
âNo! I...I thought...â
âExactly.â
Now Dipper was just confused. What was even the point of all this? And how the hell had he mistook a spoon for a knife anyway? Sure, they were made of the same material, but the shape was completely different! Bill would have had to have been holding it at just the right angle...
"When you canât take the blindfold off, there is no spoon.â
âNo...spoon?â Was that a movie reference? Was this a bad dream?
âEverything is a knife.â With that, the smaller man finally got to his feet, dropped the spoon on the floor, and turned around to go back to his corner.Â