【Billdip】Restart

He stared intently at the scope.

Bill didn't turn around, probably unaware of Dipper's little move.No, he shouldn't know.How could he know?

They had just finished off their greatest enemy.The most relaxed after the war, everyone is carnival, they move back and forth beer they don't know where to get, the stars are singing above their heads.

Who would shoot coldly at this time?

What kind of person would shoot at this time?

The cold light was shining in the eyepiece, flickering in the gold; his fingertips were rubbing back and forth on the ban machine, even covering the originally warm engineering plastic to freezing cold.

As long as he presses the ban button, everything will be over.The demon is gone, never to be seen again.He's the last demon, the one who stabbed through some kind of forbidden transformation.As long as he doesn't use that magic, no new demons will be born.

The life of monsters is indeed long enough, but everything has an end.

What a bargain to exchange the death of a demon for world peace.

A figure suddenly flashed in my mind—she was wearing a dirty dress at the end of the day, with the blade clinging to her throat, and Mrs. Cipher smiled and cried and said please.

But what does it matter to him?Ah, he did say yes, and nodded.But so what?He is a devil, his inconsistency is his nature, and empty promises are his tricks.He has a silver tongue that can make Turandot laugh, and it's no big deal to fool a dead man.

Besides, he's for cosmic peace, isn't he?

Throughout the ages, demons have been compared with liars, who would give their sincerity to liars?That's stupid and deserves it.

It's not his fault.

Press down with your fingertips.

He could even imagine what it would be like after he shot—the blue beam would shoot out from the muzzle, and the recoil would shock him hard.If in the past he could rely on his strong physical ability to take this hard, but now this tattered body would probably be so shaken that he would vomit blood, and even the wound that had healed with difficulty would burst open, and the blood would be splashed several meters away.When his wound re-opens, the quantum beam will shoot through Bill's back, and the heart will be pierced, leaving a scorched hole, and blood will spurt out from his chest.Then the blond fiend would fall down, and that handsome face would probably remain handsome until his death, because he wouldn't have expected Dipper to shoot.

Bill will pour in his own blood, and the dark red blood will swallow the demons, and the demons and gods of the old times will be buried together.

He will die in peace.

The young man thinks he should be banned, he should shoot, shoot DipperPines, it's time.

The bell of judgment has sounded.

……

…………

Why not shoot?

Why don't you shoot?

His arms were sore from holding one position for so long, and Ford stood beside him, not saying a word. Mabel supported Stan, and they approached the young man.Each of them was silent, out of place in the carnival crowd.

Suddenly, the blond demon turned around, so unexpectedly that Dipper didn't even have a chance to react.He hadn't expected Bill to turn around after being silent for so long.He saw the sight of the blond demon fall on the muzzle of his gun, on the breech of his gun, and finally on his hand holding the gun.

He had never felt the temperature of his gaze so intensely, his fingers were so hot that he shivered and hurt.The quantum disorder generator slipped in his hand, but he quickly grasped it tightly.

They stare at each other in the crowd.

The whole body is full of voices, only here is silence.

His heart has never been so peaceful, as if stepping into a land of no one.The stars are far away and faded, the world is covered in black and white, and they are the only colors.

Then, Bill Cipher spoke very softly.His voice is like the wind on the strings, not worth mentioning among the carnival crowd.

"You want to kill me?"

He didn't speak, and put down the gun in the silence that drove each other crazy.Then he raised his eyebrows suddenly, his handsome movements were not like DipperPines at all.

Alcor said, "Yeah."

Bill broke through the crowd, he shuttled through the crowd, and came against the waves.He walked obviously unhappy, and was seriously injured, his lips were blue and white.He is no better than a young man, as if he could be turned into ashes when the wind blows.

But Dipper stood there not daring to move.

He didn't know why, he just didn't dare to move, as if he was affected by the solemnity on the blond devil's face. Bill's walk was not easy at all, even pushing people who were in the way was not as rough as before.He probably didn't have much strength left.

Dipper could have left at this point, or shot.But he didn't do anything, he just stared blankly ahead, watching Bill come over.

The ghosts of this world parted from the crowd, and he stood before the young man.He lowered his head suddenly, his waist sank slightly, and two pairs of identical golden animal eyes met.

Bill bent his one eye, and the corners of his eyes were actually a little upturned, so he always seemed to be smiling.

It's just a look.

He just rolled his eyes, and there was nothing in the solidified gold.

He approaches Dipper, he advances, and Dipper backs.He was not in a hurry, the blond demon walked gracefully like a tango, he stared at Dipper, his eyes were as cold as a snake.

He has an expression called "laughing" and his eyes are golden cups, empty cups filled with malice.He leaned close to the tip of the young man's ear, grinding his fangs on the temple. Bill caressed Dipper's back, waist, and his movements looked tender and lingering.They are like two snakes sleeping with each other, inseparable and inseparable.

Bill held the young man in his arms, and he slowly put his hand into the wound on his waist and abdomen.

A muffled groan escaped Dipper's throat.

Bill laughed and twitched his fingers, and Dipper could clearly hear the sound of his own flesh being twitched.He smiled at Dipper's trembling, "Why?"

Dipper felt his own flesh and blood being ruffled by slightly callused fingers, his muscles being cut off by the blond demon, and his flesh and blood being pushed away. Bill's fingers danced on his nerves, and blood spurted from the wound, encrusted with bits of flesh.

"Why do you want to kill me, PineTree?" He hugged Dipper tighter, the snake wrapped around his prey. "I'm so sad, honey. We're so, so, so close."

With each "so" Bill said, the arm went deeper, and half of his arm was already inside Dipper.

Dipper's eyes were black with pain, and he opened his mouth so wide that he didn't even know if he was breathing. Bill chose a very good angle, even if someone saw them, they would never imagine how bloody their intimate embrace was.

They hugged each other so close, giving pain, giving blood.

Dipper finally managed to sort out Bill's words with his brain that was on standby, and he suddenly laughed after hearing it.

He laughed very nervously, his voice was intermittent and broken, his breath was sharp and sharp, it sounded like a reed whistle.He made a high-pitched voice, and said in Bill's ear:

"Why should I kill you...you...don't...very clear..."

He felt Bill stop and the blond fiend fell silent.

The nails swelled, and Dipper drove them hard into Bill's neck.He was quick enough to move and quick enough to pull out. Dipper pushed Bill away, and they staggered, the younger demon bent slightly to cover his stomach, and the older demon raised his hand to cover the blood hole in his neck, red constantly splashing from his closed fingers.

They were dripping with blood in the carnival sea of ​​people.

"D..."

"Don't come Mabel," Dipper gasped sharply, "don't come, you're all standing there, don't anyone come."

The girl trembled and withdrew her outstretched hand.

Bill moved his hand away from the cut, the bleeding had stopped quite a bit, it just looked scary.Half of his shirt was stained red with his own blood, as if he had just come out of a murder scene.

Dipper's abdomen was a horrible sight, and he casually wrapped the roll of bandage Ford gave him to stop the things inside his body from sliding out.

They looked more embarrassed than ever, tattered and covered in blood.The magic power in the body is about to dry up, only the point used to maintain life is still functioning.

Obviously just now they were still fighting side by side, grabbing each other's hands and roaring at the enemy;

Dipper saw Bill shake off his hand, and a few drops of blood dripped on the road to the stars.His hands were drenched in blood, his own and Dipper's.

The young man still remembered the feeling of that hand stirring inside his body, the muscles and bones were invaded by others, the flesh and internal organs were touched by other people, that feeling was really disgusting.

This guy Bill is a perfect example of a disgusting person.

Dipper thought about it, and suddenly laughed.

He kicked the Quantum Disorder Maker, and the gun spun around, aiming the muzzle at his chin.

Bill was taken aback.

Dipper smiled and stood under the stars, the Milky Way flowing above his head, his clothes were torn, his face was whiter than snow, and the bandages were wrapped in a senseless beauty.But he looks great when he smiles.

In fact, young people can be said to have delicate features, with soft but sharp features.But few people noticed.

Because he always frowns, always expressionless, and looks like a stranger.His peers can't keep up with him, and the elders are always condescending.Then he became a professor, and he could count on one hand the number of people who could talk to each other without any grievances.

He is lonely.

But now his smile is brighter than ever, and his golden eyes are full of emotions that others don't understand. Those emotions are as dark as sclera, and the silt that has been deposited in the pond for many years can finally see the light.

He smiled so...relieved.

Dipper smiled and said, "I can't do it."

"I should have killed you, Bill Cipher, you're the devil, and you and I are kings of the world after the salamander dies. You want the power of the salamander, am I right? You've always been a guy who climbed to the top."

With his free hand he made a movement that Bill remembered.The young demon had done that in the pyramid palace, his fingers running over his fangs.The difference is that what he touched in the pyramid was Bill's fang.

They are demons, monsters that feed on the flesh and blood of other people.

The ghost's heart can make Alcor no longer hungry, the ⑧ ball can restore Bill's spirit, and the flesh and blood of the salamander?

He knows, knows very well.He knew a lot more than Bill thought.

Bill has always had the temperament of being unprofitable and early.

"I thought I could be ruthless, but I can't."

He should have killed him, for world peace.

But when he put his hand on the ban machine, Bill was all in front of his eyes.Those bloody or warm times gathered in front of his eyes, the blond demon fought and hugged him, the most vicious words turned into knives, stabbed hard and accurately; but also exchanged a kiss that only each other knew in the depths of loneliness .

Those icy wounds were nothing to mention in the apocalypse, he had suffered enough pain, and it would be nothing if he had more.

But those few tenderness turned out to be one of the few warmth.On those nights that are enough to drive people crazy, the only thing that can make him feel at ease is the shadow of the guy playing chess deep in his consciousness.

He only needs to take one look, just one look, and if he's lucky, Bill will look up and meet each other's eyes, and then they know each other's eyes will stagger.

He can be at ease.

So be it, he thought, I fell.

Fuck world peace.

Fuck it... love.

"In this story, neither you nor I will have a happy ending."

Under Bill's gaze, he pulled the ban trigger with a smile.

The neck was suddenly tightened by something, and for a moment he couldn't even breathe, as if the head was separated from the body, and he couldn't feel the existence of the limbs.

Then there was a burning sensation on the side of the face.

Dipper had no idea what was going on, his eyes were black from lack of oxygen.He heard something break, and turned over—

When he returned to the light, the first thing he saw was the half-dismantled quantum disorder maker. Bill flung the defunct weapon out of his hand, and it clanged to the ground.

Dipper finally sensed some kind of crisis dully.

But at this moment, his mind is full of thoughts: the wound is split open again.

Bill grabbed Dipper by the collar as he threw off the Quantum Disorder Maker - with that bloody hand.He clenched his molars tightly, his face twitched, and his voice was forced out of his throat:

"You're promising, huh? Great Professor Pines?"

The Road to the Stars beside Dipper's ear was smashed to pieces by Bill.

"You want to commit suicide? You actually want to commit suicide?!"

Dipper was still a little dazed, he was clearly intimidated by Bill.The last time the blond demon was so angry was because he wanted to fuck him, and he ended up being beaten out of shape.It's not too bad now, getting beaten into a cake has been done in advance - he does the last step for Bill himself.It was real that he raised the gun, and it was real that he wanted to kill Bill.

He did not hide his killing intent, nor did he intend to justify himself.

So why is Bill angry?

Oh my god.

Dipper twitched the corner of his mouth.

"forgive me."

He said.

The fist wind stopped suddenly.

He squinted his one eye, and Bill regarded the young man critically.He withdrew his hand suddenly and slowly moved his fist away.He knelt down beside Dipper, stared at the young man for a moment, and suddenly sneered.

Bill's use of taunting is a masterful skill.

The blond demon looked at people with more disdain, and even the arc of his eyelashes was ironic.

"Well."

He knelt down beside Dipper slowly.

"Well, well."

He lowered his eyebrows and looked gentle, but there were needles hidden in every word.

"Demon, don't you think you're great, Alcor? What are you doing, saving the world? And you're being spared?"

Bill grabbed him by the collar, his pupils constricted into lines, and the edges were as sharp as knives.

"Stop acting like a saint, DipperPines, it makes me sick. What salvation are you praying for? Do you think you can go to heaven without killing the devil? Ha!"

Bill's voice was full of solid sarcasm.

"Isn't your Christian teaching that suicides can't go to heaven? Who will you show a tired look? Alcor. Let me tell you, I left you with this life, I don't care if you are tired or world-weary, no With my BillCipher's permission—"

He pulls Dipper in front of him so hard that he snorts into each other's faces.

"You are not allowed to die."

Gold ignites again in the muck.

Anger broke out in Dipper's eyes, his pupils were as bright as day, and the young demon suddenly gained strength. He also grabbed Bill's collar and pulled the blond demon closer to him.

"It's none of your business! Who do you think you are. You know, I saved your life. I didn't press the ban button. I lost. I admit it, what do you want from me!"

Professor Pines was known to be a bad-tempered grown man who punched Bill straight in the face.

"I'm so tired you know! Lied to you, lied to Mabel, lied to uncles, and this hopeless battle with the newt! Do you think I'll be relieved when it's over, shit. Put it Half a year ago, I would definitely kill you without hesitation, now? My brain is about to explode!"

How could he shoot!How dare he shoot? !

After their relationship has been cut and messed up, how can he still be as hard-hearted as it was at the beginning!

...But what would the world do if he didn't shoot?

Who can guarantee that BillCipher will become the second AXOLOTL?

Cutting the weeds and rooting out the roots is the optimal solution, but it also depends on whether the solver is willing or not.

He doesn't want to, he's had enough, he doesn't want to be tortured by choices anymore.

He thought then aim the gun at himself, he didn't want to continue anymore. Bill didn't need to know what he was thinking, it was real that he wanted to kill him, he deserved it.

As a result, what is this called now!

I made up my mind to die, but you still don't allow it? !You also destroyed the quantum disorder generator? !

Then no one wants to die!

Dipper got more and more angry as he thought about it, and he threw a combination punch at Bill's handsome face.

...However, in fact, no matter how weak Bill is now, no matter how weak his body is, his skin cannot be...broken by Dipper's weak fist.

In other words, other than causing some pain to Bill, the beating was... completely useless.

The reaction of a normal person should be to stabilize the other party, no matter what method you use, please calm down and guess right.But is Bill a normal person?

Dipper was defeated by the familiar feeling of suffocation again, and the collar tightened. Bill took advantage of Dipper's strangulation and reached out to tug at the young man's cheek.

"How fierce are you?"

Bill pulled Dipper's face out of shape.

"Speak, PineTree."

Dipper was teared up by him.

By the time Bill released his hands and collar together, Dipper's face had already turned purple, and he was lying on the ground coughing wildly, almost coughing out his lungs.The blond demon put his hands in his pockets, looking calm and breezy.As if he didn't do it.

Stan's face was full of vicissitudes, and he took the cigarette offered by Ford.

"Don't worry about it?" his brother asked with a cigarette in his mouth.

Stan nodded to himself.

"I don't want to worry about elementary school kids fighting."

Dipper coughed out of breath, and he could only complain with his eyes.

shameless.

Bill guessed that there were only a few words he repeated over and over again, so he simply blocked him with a smile: "I'm shameless, you hit me."

Ford complained: "What is he proud of?"

Bill kicked Dipper.

"I said I wanted you to listen to me like a dog, and remember Alcor for me. It's an outrageous thing for a dog to bite its owner."

Dipper was still coughing, and he suddenly laughed when he heard this.

"Cough... What are you who was a dog that day? Cough cough..."

Bill: "..."

The cigarettes in Stan's and Ford's mouths fell to the floor.

Even if Dipper died from coughing to death today, he would finish this sentence.

The Pines man never gave up.

"Cough...I have to say," Dipper opened his eyes, "your technique... sucks! It's amazing!"

Bill: "..."

Bill: "I won't beat you to death today."

Stan crushed the cigarette butt with the toe of his shoe, and he rolled up his sleeves.

"I'm not going to kill that cornflakes today."

Soos hugged Stan tightly.

"Calm down, Mr. Pines!"

Mabel and Pacifica hold Ford together.

"Calm down, Ford!"

"I'm cool Mabel, Pacifica," Ford wrenched himself free, "I know I can't beat Bill. But fuck him! I'm going to beat him today!"

Pacifica: "...how are you calm down?"

Wendy desperately fanned the wind with her hands, she persuaded Stan: "Dipper is an adult, think about it, isn't it normal for adults to have sex?"

Stan spat.

"I do not care!"

Wendy: "..." It's hopeless.

It's going crazy over there, but it's not much better here.Two demons with exhausted mana beat each other, you beat my head and I scratched your face, but because the skin defense is relatively high and the two of them have no strength, beating each other is useless.

Pacifica took a moment to take a look, then turned to Mabel and said, "It's like two teddy barks are more fierce than which one."

Mabel nodded, and she firmly grasped the hem of the Ford trench coat, expressing her deep agreement.

Grenda, who passed by, summed up loudly: "Isn't it just pecking at each other."

There was a loud noise over there, and rookie Bill finally managed to win by beating Dipper's wound in such a nasty way.

Bill's face was still scratched by Dipper, and it was fresh; his hair was also scratched by Dipper, and now the blond devil looks like a housewife who just got out of a big Christmas sale.

Bill, whose method was no different from a woman's fight, dragged Dipper's hair on the ground—yes, that's right, really dragged, the one who mopped the floor—and walked.

The winner threw the loser into the flesh and blood of the salamander. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength after doing this. The blond demon leaned on the mountain of bones and slowly slid down.

He heard rolling and cursing from inside the body.After a few seconds, the cursing stopped, and those voices came from my head, endlessly.

Endless.

Bill was so annoyed that he smashed the inside hard.

"Honestly," Bill said rather roughly, "can't you trust me just once?"

That end was finally quiet.

He took a long breath, and every time he took a breath, it was so difficult.Reluctantly, he stretched out his hand, plunged into the corpse of the salamander that had lost its defensive magic, pulled out a piece of flesh from it, and chewed it slowly.

This scene was so bloody that even those who were messing around stopped.It was the first time they had such an intuitive and cruel scene. Bill noticed their expressions—the disgust and fear of civilized society facing primitive society's blood and blood.

He sees this look often.

Bill smiled slightly.

Yes, that fear suited him.

He was originally a monster standing at the top of the universe.Imitating the appearance of PineTree and fighting with the Pines family, making peace and harmony-this is the scene that is not suitable for him.

He felt the power coming from the flesh and blood of the salamander while chewing. It repaired its damaged body, and its magic power was almost dried up.He felt that the power that was hollowed out by Dipper was gradually being filled with flesh and blood of the newt, and the magic power was rushing in the blood.

Clothes were torn, bat wings ripped his back, Bill raised his head, he had never felt so good, he was full of inexhaustible magic power.

...Even before the destruction of the hometown, there was no such abundant magic power.

Bill waved his hand, and a deep hole exploded in the ground instantly.

"very nice."

He leaned back comfortably.

"very nice."

He said it again.

"This reward is really good. Sure enough, I promised PineTree to kill Axolotl with him." He smiled, and Xingchen collected all the golden beast eyes. "I really can't kill it by myself."

"So, should I wish you your wish?"

The young man crawled out of the hell of flesh and blood. Even his hair was covered with blood, and there was not a single inch of blood and flesh that did not flow from the salamander. Dipper snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye he returned to his well-dressed appearance.

He is now in much better spirits than before, and all the bandages around his waist have been taken off. Alcor stuck out his forked tongue and licked his lips.

There is still flesh and blood on the tip of his tongue that he will not be able to swallow in the future.

His appearance and behavior are all from civilized society, but the blood between his lips and teeth is eye-catching.

Bill looked up halfway.

"How does it feel?"

"Very good," said Dipper, who also spread his wings, looking quite content. "It's better to say that it's never been better. But the salamander doesn't taste very good."

Bill laughed.

Dipper approached the blond devil, and the sound of leather shoes falling on the Road of Stars was quite crisp.He finally stood beside Bill, and the older demon never took his eyes off him.

Alcor held out his hand to Bill.

Bill looked at him, the blond demon's hand was still stained with blood, and he placed the dirty hand in Dipper's palm.And the latter didn't feel disgusted either, he grabbed Bill's hand and pulled him up from the ground.

He fixed his eyes on Bill.

"...Why are you doing this?"

"What did you do?"

"Why did you share your power with me?" asked the young demon, earnestly as he asked.

Bill Cipher is not a generous temperament, he should monopolize this power is.

Bill responded with a mere shrug.

"Because it makes me happy."

Dipper froze for a moment, then he laughed, tears in his eyes.

Good, what a rich word.

He thought I was a complete failure.

The young man laughed tremblingly, and he laughed for a long time before he stopped.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, "but if I had another chance, I still wouldn't believe you."

"If you don't do that, I'll feel like hell freezes over." Bill had Dipper's familiar smile on his face, "That's how we were meant to be."

Dipper shook his head.

"Ah, yes."

They are intimate, drinking a glass of wine together, and throwing a glass as a sign in a blink of an eye, facing each other with swords and swords.

Bill moved closer to him, and they clung to each other like Latin dancers.

"You never actually believed me," he whispered in his ear, "what a coincidence, me too."

I don't know when the other party will turn against me, and I don't know when the other party will slash me.Their ears rubbed against each other, and their lips were painted with bright poison.

For them, trust is the hardest thing to give.

Dipper suddenly held Bill's face in his hands, and he kissed it under the slightly astonished gaze of the latter.He kissed fiercely, but the lips that fell on the tip of Bill's tongue were very hot, and there was still the smell of flesh and blood in his mouth. Professor Pines has never had such a ferocious side, he kissed in a disorderly and plundering manner, his fangs pierced each other's lips, and blood was exchanged between the lips and teeth with saliva.

Bill turned his back on the guest only after the initial daze, and he never lost in kissing skills.He hugged the young man's neck back, and the forked snake letter shuttled between his lips and teeth. Bill was already taller than Dipper, bloodstains grazed the young professor's neck and face, and there was a sound of tsk tsk.There was nothing romantic about their kiss, full of unrestrained violence, gore, and no-lose.

Over there, Mabel was pinching his watch, and several girls got together to call out the seconds, yelling loudly, cheering up.The scene is comparable to the opening of the World Cup.

Just when no one was having a serious carnival, the absentees finally arrived late.

TBC