Sick Day [Billdip Oneshot]

“We’ll be back in a few hours, Dipper!” I heard my sister Mabel call out. “I hope you feel better!”

Probably guessing I heard her, she, Candy, and Grenda were out the door.

I smiled to myself as I laid in bed. At least now it’ll be quiet enough to get some rest. It sucks being sick, but I’ll at least have time to myself.

I heard footsteps and looked towards the door to see Grunkle Stan peeking in through the door. He waved half heartedly as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

“Hey kiddo,” He greeted with a small smile. “Feelin’ any better yet?”

I shook my head and put a thumbs down, since talking would hurt my sore throat.

“Still hurts too much to talk, eh?” He asked. I nodded. He looked at me sympathetically.

“Sorry to hear that...wish I had something here for ya to take, but I don’t at the moment.”

I smiled slightly, hopefully letting him know that it was okay. He seemed to understand.

“Okay, now I to run out and do a few errands. Think you’ll be okay by yourself?”

I gave him an unamused look, to which he chuckled at.

“I know, I know. You’re old enough to take care of yourself, but I was only asking seeing as how you’re feeling the way you are…”

I waved my hands, motioning for him to stop. I gave a thumbs up and a small smile indicating that I’d be fine.

“Well, okay...hope you feel better, kid. I’ll be back in a little while.”

I nodded, watching as he closed the door on his way out.

All by myself…

I sighed softly in relief, enjoying the feeling of relaxation (which I don’t get often what with Mabel and her friends always coming over, and Grunkle Stan yelling at the TV every once in a while).

I closed my eyes, intent on trying to get some sleep for once. It seemed like only a few minutes before I heard a noise. Shaking it off as something unimportant, I tried dozing off again.

A minute or so later, it felt as if someone were watching me. I tensed slightly, mentally groaning. I opened my eyes slowly, and looked to see none other than the dream demon himself, except in his human form. I jumped, and a surprised yell came out. I then held my throat, it hurting now more than ever. He let out a laugh.

“Woah Pinetree, what’s got you so jumpy? It’s just me.” He said with a grin. I just glared, still holding my throat, rubbing it a little. He looked at me curiously.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked. I rolled my eyes a little. An idea popped into my head as I thought of a way to answer him.

‘I’m sick’ I thought, hoping he got it.

“Sick?” He asked. I nodded. “Why can’t you just tell me yourself instead of thinking it?”

I let out a quiet but frustrated sigh. ‘My throat hurts too much to talk. You scaring me like that and making me yell didn’t help either.’

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re so jumpy.”

I growled mentally, which he must have gotten because he laughed again.

‘Why are you here?’ I asked (thought) tiredly.

“Just thought I’d check in and see what my favorite person’s been up to.” He said with a smile.

‘I’m not yours,’ I told him, annoyed. ‘And I haven’t been up to anything, as you can tell. I’ve been in bed for a few days, bored out of my mind.’

“Oh contraire, my little Pinetree,” He said with a smirk. “I do believe you are mine, whether you like it or not. And as for you being bored- I can help!” He said with excitement. “I myself have also been bored, which is the reason I came here in the first place.”

‘Sorry to disappoint, but there’s not much I can do with me being sick and all. So it looks like you can leave now since you won’t find anything exciting here.’ I thought rather quickly.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” He said while shaking his head, a smile on his face. “Sounds like somebody doesn’t want me here.”

‘What was your first clue?’ I thought sarcastically.

“I’m sure we could think of something!” He said, brushing off my answer.

‘Can I just go back to sleep please?’ I tried.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asked somewhat teasingly.

‘If it means I don’t have to deal with you right now, then it’s fun for me.’ I thought, smirking weakly.

“Well sorry to tell you this, but I’m not going anywhere.” He said, crossing his arms, a mischievous grin on his face. “It’s not like you can get me to leave in your condition.”

I glared, and spoke without thinking.

“Wanna bet?” I dared, my voice quiet and hoarse. I then wrapped my hand around my throat again, closing my eyes in pain as it seemed to burn at the attempt of speaking.

‘Ow…’

He let out an amused laugh. “Okay. Think you can get me to leave? Go ahead, try to do something.”

Now feeling extremely annoyed, I got up out of bed and stood, looking up at him.

“Hey, look! I got you out of bed.” He said happily. I reached forward to grab him, but he disappeared before I could, making me fall to the ground with a ‘thud’. He then showed up again on the other side of the room. I stood up steadily, and turned to him with a scowl.

“That was a good attempt, but you need to try harder than that if you want me to leave.” He said with a knowing smile.

I let out a huff of air, and walked towards him.

‘I. said. leave.’ I thought angrily. He chuckled.

“I’m only leaving if you can get me to, kid. Telling me to leave directly won’t make me leave, just so you know.”

I tried grabbing for him again, but he disappeared again before I could. I stumbled, catching myself before looking around the room to find him sitting by the window, humming contentedly before turning to look at me.

“Trying to grab ahold of me won’t work either, as you can see.” He said with a smirk. “Didn’t you learn that the first time?”

‘Please leave?’ I asked hopefully. He shook his head.

“Nah, I’m good.” He answered, getting up from the window sill and stood facing me.

I sighed, shoulders slumping defeatedly. “Fine.” I whispered. ‘You can stay I guess…’

He grinned triumphantly. “Great! I figured you would need the company.”

I rolled my eyes, trudging over to my bed, sitting on it. He walked over to me and sat on the edge of my bed. “Look,” He started. “What if I told you I could help you?”

‘I’m not making a deal with you.’ I thought strictly.

“But what if I could help you feel better?”

‘...How?’ I asked cautiously. He smiled, holding up a hand, showing glowing blue fingertips. I looked at him, confused.

‘Magic?’ I asked. ‘How would that make me feel better again?’

He rolled his eyes. “I could heal you.”

Feeling more confused, I spoke.

‘But I’m not hurt.’

“Well, your throat hurts doesn’t it? I don’t just fix injuries, y’know.”

‘Why should I trust you?’ I asked. He sighed.

“Do you really think I would try and do something to hurt you, Dipper? I’m trying to be nice here.”

My eyes widened slightly. “Y-you just said my name…” I whispered hoarsely.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m not trying to make a deal with you. I’m just trying to help, so long as you let me.”

I sat there in thought. Bill...wanting to help? Never thought I’d hear that. I looked at him warily, coming to a conclusion.

‘Okay...I guess I could trust you…’

He smiled genuinely. “Okay. Just stay still and let me work my magic, so to say.”

I nodded vaguely as I sat still, still looking at him. He placed his fingers on my neck, once again glowing a bright blue.

I felt my face grow slightly warm as I looked at him.

Maybe he isn’t so bad after all…

Wait, am I...blushing? Why am I blushing? Do I have a fever too?

I felt a tingling sensation where he placed his fingers before he stopped.

“You should be okay now. Can you try and talk for me?” He asked.

“Okay.” I said, voice sounding perfectly normal. I gasped quietly. “I can talk again!” I said with a smile on my face. “How did you do that?”

He just shrugged. “It’s not that hard, really.”

“Well, um...thanks...Bill.” I said quietly, feeling my face grow warmer as I looked down to try and hide it. “For helping me.”

“Well, would you look at that? The infamous Dipper Pines thanking his arch enemy.” He said, amused. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

I looked back up at him with a small smile. “No really Bill, I appreciate it.”

He gave me a slightly confused look. “It’s...not that big a deal, really...I just made you healthy again.”

“Did you still want to do something fun?” I asked with a grin. His slightly confused expression slowly turned to a small smirk.

“Oh, now you want to do something with me. What happened to hating me and wanting me to leave?”

I looked away, blush now more evident on my face.

“I never said I hated you.” I told him. “Sure, you can be extremely annoying at times, but that doesn’t mean I hate you for it.”

“Oh, so...you like me then?” He asked teasingly. “An evil, insane, dream demon who does nothing but cause trouble for people?”

“You’re not always bad.” I said quietly. “If you were, you wouldn’t have helped me.”

“That’s because you’re my favorite person, like I said earlier.” He said with a sly smile. “I don’t help just anyone. You’re special, Pinetree.”

So are you…   I wanted to say, but didn’t.

Is it bad that I just might have a tiny little crush on a demon? Probably, but I don’t really care.