Breaking point

Shakily holding out his hand, Dipper stares at the dream demon. His heavy heart sinking further into his stomach as the cries of his loved ones beg him not to, only to have their pleas fall on deaf ears. Chuckling Bill tightly grasps the frail boy's hand.

"Good decision, Pine tree."

And with that they disappear in a cloud of raging blue flames.

Dipper groans, and pushes himself up onto his elbows. The cold brick floor doing him no favors as he grunts, realizing his arms and legs are cut, covered in dry blood and bound by glowing blue chains, his only source of light.

"Well, look who finally decided to wake up."

Fear immediately filled the young boy's body causing him to quiver against his will. The voice echoing of the walls of his cell like a twisted game of 'Where's Waldo'. If only this 'Waldo' didn't have the ability to end his life with just a snap of his fingers. Scanning the area, Dipper silently prays Bill will simply be hovering in the usual corner against the wall. He's thanked his luck that, according to Bill, he's been a 'good boy' and done all that was asked of him, satisfied  with the random smack to the head, slap across the face, or even an occasional shove if he walked too slow or stuttered, tripped or simply missed a spot when told to clean. He always reminded himself that it could be worse. Much...much...much worse...

A slave to the demon of chaos and the most he has is a few cuts and bruises, but of course the shame of calling the tyrant 'Master' makes him sick to his stomach even after three months of being here.

"Get up, Pine tree, you've got work to do." Bill huffs, snapping his fingers to remove the illuminating bindings that hold him down. After he watches the thirteen year old get to his feet, he silently floats out of the cell, careful to keep a slow pace until the boy catches up before picking up his pace to a normal stride.

Swallowing the dry feeling in the back of his throat, Dipper gathers his words in a perfect order to prevent stuttering, therefore preventing any type of punishment. "How am I serving you today, Master?"

Holding back an annoyed grunt, Bill shoves open the door to the main house, not caring if the knob busted a hole in the wall behind it. "Paper work."

Dipper stop short in the entree way, but quickly jogs to catch back up with the demon. This time not stopping to gather himself before the words slip out of his mouth. "I-I'm sorry. I don't understand, I thought you were technically the only one in this dimension, why do you have to do paper work?" Instantly, Dipper regrets his question when he notices  the faint red glow around the floating triangle. "Ah! Please, just ignore me. It's none of my business." He mutters, rubbing his arm and lowering his gaze to the floor, his voice getting quieter as he finishes off the last of his statement.

Cautious of getting left behind and irritating the yellow demon anymore than he obviously was, Dipper takes long strides in an attempt  to make himself faster as Bill leads him through the living area and up the stairs where his home office was located. A simple room painted a soothing shade of forest green with white trim, there was a triangular window but for some reason it was always drawn shut with deep blue curtains. Dipper made the mistake of opening them once and got smacked on the head with a ruler. In the center of the room sits a sturdy oak desk with lots of hidden drawers that can only be opened by a single key that Dipper doesn't even care to find where is kept. Despite being held captive, Dipper actually enjoyed getting to come into this room, yes the study was his favorite, but this one certainly gave all those books a running for their money. The reason he loves it so much is that the chair that sits behind the desk is a handcrafted wooden chair with a red cushion that is almost as soft and comfy as velvet, it's got wheels on the bottom and spins which really reminds him of Mable, but what really  makes him love it most is the small signature carved into the side.

.....Stanford Pines..... 

His grungle had made it when he was stuck here for all those years. He's not sure if Ford's time here had been as easy as his has been so far and personally he didn't want to know. Dipper is content feeling like his great uncle lived some what peacefully while he was here.

Without warning, Bill lifts Dipper off his feet and into the air by the back of his shirt and drops him into the chair, eager to begin the day's work and get it out of the way as soon as possible.

The contents of information that Bill begins spouting out bewilders Dipper to say the least but wanting to avoid punishment, he quickly writes down the words as quickly as he can. He'd re-write it later in neater handwriting, however for now chicken-scratch will have to do.

"Um, Master. Could you slow down? I can't keep up." Once more, Dipper bite his tongue for even bothering to open his mouth after he receives a menacing glare from his captor.

With a heavy sigh and roll of his single eye, Bill folds his arms over where his chest would be. "I will slow down a little but only this once. Do not ask again!"

Flinching slightly, Dipper nods and readies himself to continue with the work.

After a few hours, Bill takes a moment to glance at the clock and realize he hasn't fed his human yet and probably should soon if he wants to avoid listening to Dipper's stomach growl at him.

"Transfer what you have, then come to the dining room." He huffs as he floats out of the room, but not without noticing Dipper attempt to stifle a yawn for the hundredth time since this morning. He woke up at seven and was perfectly lively. Once the hour hand landed on the ten, however, he began yawning and pinching himself to keep his head from bobbing. It is now one O'clock and Bill had sent his Pine tree to bed at nine thirty last night. By human standards he should still be alert and ready for any task, especially since all they've done today is sit in the office with paperwork. 

Perhaps sleeping on the floor in a cell each night is draining his energy... Bill ponders as he reaches the kitchen and begins preparing a simple meal consisting of a ham and cheese sandwich along with potato chips and glass of grape juice. Using his powers would be easier but when keeping Sixer here, Bill learned that feeding a human food made from magic causes some rather unpleasant side effects. Ford was lucky all his puking didn't kill him, though it probably felt like it would.

Bill snaps out of his thoughts when he hears Dipper come in. The boy was trying so hard to be quiet that Bill almost didn't catch the near silent patter of his feet against the white and black checkered tile.

Without a word between them Bill places the plate of food and beverage in front of the teen. After letting him know that he'd wait for him in the living room, Bill makes his way to leave the kitchen but is cut short by the faint whisper of his name.

He doesn't bother turning to face the source of the call.

"Why did you want to conquer the world?"

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"It's none of your concern."