Dipper lay on his back flat, staring at the wooden ceiling above him. He sighed, his exhaustion and loneliness seemingly the only two things he could feel. He's been laying like this for a half an hour at the least, just as he is now. Silent, unmoving, upset. No one could tell, really, what the boy was feeling, that's how he intended it, even if he were the only one in the room.  He eventually turned his head to the side, a sad laziness overthrowing his will to remain with his head up straight like that. He now stared at the wall, which was made of the same molding wood as the ceiling. He examined it, just as he was to the roof above him. On this wall, though, was a small drawing of a triangle with an eye. He didn't explain to anyone why he had it, he kept his reasons a secret. But it was for times of need, times of which he hoped Bill could possibly be helpful for once, which was doubtful, he was an antagonist. Dipper lifted his fingers up to the drawing pinned to the wall and tapped on the center.  "Bill." He muttered. "Bill." He sighed. "Triangulum entangulum...blah blah blah." His sarcasm shuttered, not remembering the rest. He sighed. Stupid idea, right? Trying to summon a nihilistic demon for random purposes.  "That is not how it goes." A voice echoed, quite literally. A smoke arose from the drawing and the triangle vanished, instead the smoke drew it's way to the center of the room and formed the figure of a man. He wore a black dress shirt with a yellow vest over it that resembled that of the triangle's rendition. It had a small cape hanging off the back. "But good effort, kid. Seriously though, next time you try to summon me, do it correctly."  Dipper stared. The man still caught his interest every time he appeared. Despite the hatred he felt towards the man, he couldn't really explain how he felt about him. He hated him, granted he did trick him into letting him control his body, then stab him with forks and try to kill his sister. And he did try to mess with Stan's mind in the most literal of senses. And he was a demon monster that he utterly despised. But he was also charming. He had golden hair, that was less than half black, and was the most shiny thing he's ever seen, he had dazzling blue eyes that could literally hypnotize, and the basic personality of a pure dork when you looked past the fact he was an utter monster. His body moved in a way Dipper had never seen anything move, so fluid and flamboyant, all the while still intimidating and chilling. The cane in his hand and the hat on his head seemed to be parts of his body themselves, the way they floated off his body whilst not touching them and how they made him all the more attractive in some odd, sick way. Whatever it was that made this horrible, despicable, sadistic monster attractive was past him, but whatever it was, had secretly caught him.  Dipper was still stubborn about it though, constantly ranting towards the demon about his lies and horrible doings. "Oh..that worked? I didn't think you were watching." Dipper admitted, not breaking his stare on the man. He leant forward, with the swagger of the devil and smirked.  "I'm always watching." His voice spiraled into it's high pitched and monstrously echoing mess. His voice was weird, such a distinct sound to it. It was kind of high pitched and it naturally echoed, not because it was loud, no, it legitimately echoes.  Dipper scoffed. "Yeah, sure. Of course you are." He sat up on the bed silently, messing with his hair, looking for a way to fix it from it's shaggy problematic mess.  "So-" Bill plopped down on the bed in front of Dipper, crossing his legs and leaning his elbows on his knees. "What'ya want?" Dipper froze.  "Uh.." His face flushed slightly and he stayed silent. "Well..um..." Bill waited. "I.." Minutes passed. Still nothing.  Bill reached out and grabbed the boy's cheek's, pushing them together and pulling him close to his face. "For crying out loud, kid! Spit it out." He shook him gently.  "Okay, okay!" Dipper shouted and pressed his eyes shut. "I had a bad day and Mabel's out with her friends so I have no one to talk to and I thought of you." He stated, quickly, and blushed. Bill's grip loosened and so did his slight glare. He looked at him kind of confused, but it was affectionate. At least, that's what Dipper wanted to think.  He was speechless for a few minutes. "...oh." He let go of the boy's face and sat back. He tried to pull himself back together. He fixed the yellow vest on his chest and stood up, slightly editing the posture of his triangular eyepatch. He hopped off the bed, his finesse recollected and his emotions once again pushed back to the farthest parts of his personality. "And what am I supposed to do about it? I'm not Santa." Dipper just looked at him with his wide brown eyes. "He's dead by the way." Bill added, spinning on his heels to face the other wall. "You want soup? I know a recipe with maggots. Oh! I know, I'll sing you my favorite song!"  Bill turned back to face Dipper, his visible eye closed and his mouth open. "No, it's alright Bill." Dipper put his hands up in defense before he started singing obnoxiously. Bill's eye opened and his face fell flat back to it's neutral, yet interested look. "Just..come here"  Dipper swung his legs over the side of his bed and waited. Bill took a step forward, closer to the boy. The kid took hold of his arms with his hands and tugged him closer. The demon allowed him to pull him close to him and in a matter of seconds, Dipper had both arms wrapped around him tightly, nuzzling his face into the yellow-clad man's shoulder. He was stunned, he couldn't do anything for a moment but to stare at whatever in confusion. He slowly put his arms on the boy's back, wrapping him gently.  Dipper squeezed, silent and holding onto him. "Can we stop this now? This is really gross." Bill faked, sounding more awkward than anything. Dipper chuckled half-heartedly, squeezing tighter. "Do you want to talk about it?" Bill didn't know what to do. This was new. Weird. He was a demon for hell's sake, a nihilistic, sadistic, monster. How could he be in this position?  "No." Dipper said, falling down into a laying position, dragging Bill with him.  "Whoa, kid!" He backed himself up a little, still holding him tightly, but just enough to see his face. The boy looked upset, on the verge of tears.in fact, he began to tear a little, his lip quivering. Bill tapped his cheep with his nearest hand. "There there."  The boy tried to stop himself from bursting into tears, he sniffed
and sobbed and hid in the larger man's shoulder.  "Don't worry, Pine Tree. I'm here

Author note
So I don't own this all the credit goes to the author idk who dat is