【Billdip】Restart

Tooth does not cry out a little sound.

Yes, PacificaNorthwest, you killed DipperPines.

You are a murderer.

She didn't know how long she had been crying, and by the time Pacifica came to her senses, she had already sat on the cold floor for a long time.

Then she slowly, slowly got up from the ground; because her legs were numb after kneeling for too long, she lost her foothold and fell down again, scattering dust in all directions.The crumbling picture frame in the distance couldn't bear it any longer, and fell down with a "bang", falling apart.But Pacifica is like a puppet, as if it wasn't her who fell.She just scrambled up again—in an awkward position, pulling herself up on all fours like a wild dog—and limped out of the room.

When she walked to the door, she thought of something, put her hand on the doorknob, turned her head, as if she was afraid of waking someone up, her voice was soft, like running water stroking the back of a fish, or the evening wind blowing over cloves.

"Good night, Dipper."

She never looked back.

Not long after Pacifica left, there was a sudden rustling sound from the stone pile in the corner, and the sound became louder and louder.A hand smashed through the masonry and the boy emerged from it.

There was a tearing sound from behind him, and the uncamouflaged bat wings covered the sky and the sun, and all the stones on his body shook off.The boy looks up—

Show the devil's eyes.

To be honest, Bill hadn't expected that damned ghost to have fire resistance at all - well, well, he should have thought of it, the first time he saw that beard made of fire. Bill was too arrogant and didn't pay attention to this guy at all; he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't take it to heart, and habitually hit him with flames...

As a result, the ship capsized.

Bill Cipher is indeed very powerful. He believes that no one in the universe is his opponent except the salamander.If he used some other method to beat the ghost, the other party would definitely not be his opponent.

He is stupid to use fire.

Now Bill was lying on the white ground in the consciousness space, wanting to die.The ghost will only become stronger after absorbing the blue flame. No one knows how strong the flame is than the demon. He was once a demon who snapped his fingers and burned the space-time army...

Think more angry.

Now Dipper is manipulating the body, the kid is still too young to manipulate the body reflexively. Bill wasn't going to fight with him, although he wasn't too weak to grab the kid, but he and Dipper were going crazy because of this kind of thing and hurt their souls - it was only a few days ago.

Bill thinks he's calmed down, he thinks he has to fight back.Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to spread the news, and the majestic demon was blown up by the ghost or something.

【Hello, PineTree? 】

No one answered.

The devil raised his eyebrows, his face is indeed pretty, even if he does rude actions, it is hard to be annoying.

[Let's change it,] he lay on the ground and shouted, anyway, there were only the two of them in this place, [I have to get the place back. 】

Still no one answered.

Bill slowly put away his hippie smile, stood up, and pushed open the door of consciousness space.

The present is very different from the past. Professor Pines' obsessive-compulsive-style thinking palace is no longer bright and clean, as if a switch has tripped, and is gloomy; the doors of other rooms are closed or even locked, and countless black torrents rush past. Bill was expressionless, and he stretched out his hand, letting the black slip through his fingertips.

The waves were much rougher than Bill thought, and he was even staggered.But he was not displeased, instead he pulled out a smile.

... To take back what I said before, it's useless for him to be good-looking, a neuropathy is a neuropathy, and his smile is distorted.

He withdrew his hand, which was still stained with black unknown liquid. Bill licked his fingers, as intoxicated as if he had drunk some precious red wine.

It's not something that tastes like red wine.

The moment the tip of the tongue touches the liquid, a familiar feeling is transmitted from the tongue to the stomach pouch.The whites of the golden devil's eyes went black for a moment, and then changed back to normal in the blink of an eye. Bill's eyes are different from Alcor's, his sclera is white all the way, what they resemble is only the golden animal pupil.

Bill licked his fingers clean, his slender fingers were covered with transparent saliva.The devil didn't care, he waved his hand, and the grand piano appeared out of thin air.He walked towards the piano, and the clothes on his body changed with each step.When he stood at the piano, the melton coat had turned into a tuxedo.

Although the door to the consciousness space was open, the black water did not splash into the room at all.

Bill bowed towards the empty audience area.

"Hmm——" he cleared his throat, "Next, I invite the greatest pianist in the universe, Bill Cipher, to play a song for everyone!"

He sat down in front of the piano.

"The name of this song is—" Fingers pressed hard, and the keys made a mournful sound, "'Hunger'."

A human being named Freud divided the personality into three parts: the superego, the ego, and the id.The id is the instinct and the deepest desire of people's soul; the superego is the morality and the shackles.The ego regulates the balance between the two.

For humans, all three are indispensable.

For the devil, there may also be "superego" and "ego", but these things are not worth mentioning in front of "instinct".

Why limit yourself?Is it bad to indulge?Why talk about spiritual satisfaction when you can't even satisfy your instincts?

Demons sneered, demons scorned.

Demons don't need that.

Sometimes, Bill thought, demons were closer to animals.For all creatures in this world, eating is the greatest instinct.Only eating can provide the energy they need to survive.Animals eat whatever they want, but only humans pay attention to a nutritious diet with three meals a day.

That way the devil won't be able to fill his stomach.

The black water is rushing, and Bill Cipher is intoxicated in the music.He was flying his fingers, and the song sounded majestic and powerful.

There is no way to satisfy the devil with human food, the energy is too little.Over time, the demon will be dominated by this primitive impulse.

They get hungry.

Young demons want to eat, and they want good-tasting food, preferably magical ones.One is not enough.That is not a physical hunger, but a deep hunger in the soul, which cannot be satisfied by ordinary eating.

For the newly born demons, they have tasted the flesh and blood full of magic, but they are not satisfied...

Bill shook his head, and the keys slammed as he smashed them.

They will be ruled by instinct.

Finally he smashed the lid of the piano and laughed loudly at the roaring black water.It's been a long time since he laughed so wildly and recklessly, as if he wanted to pour out all his unwillingness.

The black water rose higher and higher, and had already passed the door frame.

"Hahahahahahahahaha—my great Professor Pines, after you know that your human tongue has tasted the flesh and blood of monsters, can you still maintain your sanity?"

"I can't wait to see you ugly."

who are you?

You are PacificaNorthwest, heir to the noble Northwest family.You are descended from the town's founder, and your blood is ancient and noble.

Pacifica smiled contemptuously. She lifted her skirt and stepped over the dilapidated marble statue on the ground.What Bernini sculpture did she remember?Her mother's favorite.who cares.

What ancient blood, what descendants of the town's founder. DipperPines flung the ironclad proof in her face that her ancestor was just a lucky idiot.

How did her parents react when they found out?Oh, by the way, they pretended not to know, and still regarded themselves as noble blood.

Why didn't she think her parents were so stupid before, she even continued to do those stupid things with them.

Stopping this lumberjack is just a matter of opening the gate and letting the townsfolk in.Her ancestors wrote the incident on parchment, telling their descendants that the loggers would have their revenge 150 years later.They already knew who did it and the solution.But they didn't want to give up "nobility's honor", so she proposed to find Dipper to solve this matter.

Dipper was really good, she never thought that nerd could be so handsome.She thought he looked like a magician who came out of a legend when he was wearing a shirt and waving flames.

So handsome, isn't it?

What girl hasn't had magical dreams?

But the one who slays the dragon is never a magician, the one who slays the dragon is a knight with thick blood and high defense.The eternal protagonist in the legend, wearing a hard and heavy armor, foolishly raised an epee.

It's time to wake up from the dream.

Pacifica's steps became brisk, and she even started humming, humming as she walked.What she hummed was not the piano pieces her mother asked her to practice, but pop songs that her "noble parents" sneered at.

What is the name of this song? Godisa Girl?

She was standing in front of the auditorium door. The door was cracked open, and the upper part was cut. The light came in, and what fell on her was a cross.

Pacifica was in a trance.

Then she looked down and smiled.She opened the heavy wooden door, and the light was shining in an instant.The wind picked up decorative petals and they blew across her face.At that moment she heard an angel singing in her ear.

He doesn't know anything now.who is he?Where is he from?Where is he going?He didn't know all of this.

He just felt very hungry, very hungry.He felt his mouth open wide, and the saliva kept flowing down the fangs.He smelled a very special smell. It wasn't a pleasant smell, but it was very attractive to him.As cheese is to mice, carrion is to hyenas.

He wanted to pounce on the thing, tear it with his sharp nails, and bite it with his sharp teeth.

So hungry.

Sometimes he'd bump into a wall or something, and the sudden pain would make him feel like he didn't look right for a split second...but then he felt hands over his eyes, and someone whispered in his ear:

[Give up thinking. 】

[Is there anything wrong with following instinct? 】

He slowly relaxed in the man's arms.

Yeah, is there anything wrong with following your instincts?

He's just... hungry, he just wants to eat.What's wrong with this?

Nearly.

He sniffled.He could smell the strong smell from the food, which was indeed not very good.but……

I want to eat.I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat.

He tried to push the wooden door.

Can't push.

He growled, the food was right behind the door, and his hunger made him extremely violent.The demon puts his hands on the door, and flames start to appear from his palms and gradually spread to the entire door.The six-centimeter-thick wooden door was burned to ashes by him in the blink of an eye.

"Didn't I already do what you said! Why don't you restore them to their original state!"

Pacifica stood in front of the gate, she wiped away tears and growled at the ghost.

Rewind time to 15 minutes ago.

When Pacifica came in, he saw the wood carvings in the room and the ghost standing in the middle of the stairs.The appearance of the ghost is quite different from the original one. After absorbing the flames of the demon, he has become very huge, with arms as thick as adults.When he first came out of the fireplace, he was still translucent, but now he has a solid body.The ghost's hollow eye sockets burn with demonic fire.

She took a quick look—the attendees had basically been reduced to woodcarvings.What athletes, European nobles, town mayors and the like.There are still branches and leaves stretching on the edge of the wood carving, as if alive.

alive, the same.

Her footsteps stopped for a moment in front of a wooden sculpture, and Mabel Pines tried to reach out her hand. The girl probably wanted to ask for help, but she still couldn't escape the lumberjack's curse.

Pacifica's eyelashes droop.

"Feel sorry."

She gritted her teeth and walked past Mabel; Pacifica's pace was getting faster and faster, and she started to trot, her high heels kicked somewhere.She ran to the gate, her hand reaching for the lever!

"Pacifica!"

She froze and almost fell down.I looked back and saw my parents hiding under the floorboards. Mr. Northwest was mad with rage.

"What are you doing! You, you, are you going to let those poor people come in and pollute our noble Northwest manor!"

"Noble?" Pacifica seems to have heard some big joke, "What are you talking about? This manor was cheated, and the title of nobility was picked up. Father, how noble is our family?"

What she said was an understatement, but it sounded like thunder to Mr. Northwest's ears.He was shocked and angry, and the bell rang loudly.

"Pacifica Elise Northwest! Are you talking to your father! I order you now, close the door!"

Ah, here we go again.

This bell was a "gift" given to her by her parents when she was five years old.They used this bell to train her how to be a qualified nobleman. When the bell rings, it means that her parents are dissatisfied with her behavior. She should shut up and salute obediently when she hears the bell.

Pacifica chuckled lowly.

"...Like training a dog."

Mrs. Northwest put her hand over her mouth in shock.

"Pacifica, you, how can you say such rude words!"

"Did I say something wrong?" She tilted her head slightly, strands of blond hair sticking to her face.The bell was still ringing, but she felt casual.Obviously, he couldn't help standing at attention when he heard the bell.Now that I think about it, it was really stupid.

Pacifica pulls down on the joystick!

Thunder roared, and lightning tore through the deep night.The wind was carrying the torrential rain, and he brought his army and horses to attack the head of the family. Mr. Northwest was blinded by the blowing, and the bell fell from his fingertips.

It made a final crisp sound.

"Our family has long been ruined."

Pacifica stood in the wind and rain, with her hair dancing wildly and her skirt fluttering, but she was as motionless as a mountain.She ignored the shivering parents hiding below.

"Ghost! I did as the curse said, now it's time for you to keep your promise!"

Ghost nods.

"Yes, yes, you are indeed different from your ancestors. But..." the ghost grinned, and under Pacifica's terrified eyes, the candles that were blown out by the wind burned again, "Who told you that I would lift the curse!"

"you……"

She could hear the commotion outside, the townspeople pouring into the manor and soon into the building. No matter how calm Pacifica is, she is still just a little girl in her teens. The negative emotions that were suppressed by her finally broke through the embankment, her throat seemed to be caught by something, and her heart was sore; her eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse.

She wiped away a tear hard.

"Didn't I already do what you said! Why don't you restore them to their original state!"

"You think this is the end? Stupid! Have you forgotten how your ancestors lied to me?" Ghost sneered, "I'm going to lie to you now, what can you do to me?"

What can she do? Pacifica thought blankly.Yes, what can she do?She is not like Dipper, who knows so much supernatural knowledge.If Dipper is still there, he must have a way.

But she's not Dipper, she can't help it.

The noise outside came closer.

It's over, Pacifica Northwest, it's over.She hugged her arms tightly, only in this way can she slightly relieve the coldness spreading from the bottom of her heart.You killed the whole town, and the ghost will turn everyone into wood carvings.

How can you be so stupid Pacifica?This guy is obviously here for revenge.You... can you expect a guy who died for a lie to keep his word?

No.

It's over, she thought, and the ghost was still laughing, as if enjoying her despair.

It's over, it's over.

In the next second, she heard the ghost's laughter stop abruptly, and then the huge creature was slammed into the air.The ghost traversed half of the hall, and the lower half sank hard into the wall.

She stared blankly at the door, a little flustered. Pacifica hastily closed the hall door to prevent the townspeople from joining the supernatural battle.

"D, Dipper?!"

The boy stood at the door, his golden eyes were full of killing intent.

Is Dipper awake?No.He was still hungry, and instincts were screaming in the back of his brain, crying out for a lack of energy.

But he is not blind.

He saw Pacifica crying, she was so desperate, as if the whole world didn't want her, and she would collapse if the wind blows.Tears and snot were all over her face, but she just stared blankly at the ground with gray eyes.

He was struck by lightning.

so similar. Dipper thought, his sanity returned briefly, his fangs pierced his lower lip, and his mouth was filled with the salty taste of blood.

Pacifica is so much like him at that time.There is no color in what he sees, and there is no fluctuation in what he hears. His world stands still at that moment-it has not turned since then.

His anger peaked at the sight of Mabel's wooden carving.

He no longer needs reason.The instinct of hunger was overwhelmed by the instinct of anger, and Alcor didn't even think to slap a decorative stone pillar on the wall.A stone weighing half a ton was thrown directly at the ghost. In the past, this kind of physical attack might not be effective against the translucent body.But now that the ghost has stronger power and has an entity, the stone will naturally not ignore the laws of physics.

The ghost was smashed directly into the opposite wall.

Alcor is faster than ever. Pacifica couldn't see how he moved at all. In her eyes, "Dipper" seemed to use teleportation, jumping from the door to the opposite in one fell swoop.She blinked, gritted her teeth, got up from the ground, ran to the window, and drew curtains one after another.

Pacifica did not know when she sprained her ankle, her ankle was swollen, and she walked with a limp.

Suddenly someone grabbed her ankle, and she shuddered in pain; she turned to see Mr. Northwest lying on the ground, holding her tightly.

"……Father?"

"Pacifica, what are you doing outside? Come in quickly!" She could hear a bit of hatred from Mr. Northwest's tone, "Let these two monsters fight! Then we will leave the mistakes on them Come on, so our Northwest family is still clean. Come in quickly!"

She stared at Mr. Northwest for a long time.

Then shook his head and refused.

"PACIFICA!"

Her attitude was extremely firm. If Mr. Northwest didn't let go, he would definitely dislocate Pacifica's ankle.The man let go in fright.

"Sorry, Father, I can't do that."

Mr. Northwest was about to say something, when suddenly an ashtray was thrown from the battle center and hit him in the back of the head. Mr. Northwest fainted immediately, and Mrs. was shocked. She hurriedly dragged her husband back to the cellar, took the door panel with her, and hid in it shivering.

Pacifica turned her head, she staggered, and tried to close all the curtains, so as not to expose the scene in the house.

That was all she could do for Dipper.

Alcor ripped at the ghost's flesh, like a beast, with claws.But the ghost's self-healing was too fast, and soon Alcor was slapped on the ground by the ghost.He tried to struggle, but couldn't do it, he couldn't break free.

No, he can't lose.He had to... he had to... what did he have to do?

The ghost held the boy in his palm.His voice was as loud as a bell:

"Since I didn't kill you just now, I have no choice but to send you away again."

Bill walked through the black water—"hunger" had been controlled, and as an instinctive projection, it would naturally not be so violent. Bill always knows where to find his children, so he can be regarded as an "elder" in any way, isn't he?

... After all, there are only two demons left in this world.

He saw Dipper in the center of Blackwater.The young professor lay there with his eyes closed.The white coat was soaked in black water and stuck to him wetly. Bill held the young man's cold soul in his arms—his soul was also cold, without the warmth of a human being.He covered Dipper's eyes, and put his lips against Dipper's ears, their bodies were tightly pressed together, like two entangled snakes, looking so close.

The demon whispered in the young man's ear:

[Go and bite. 】

[Use your sharp claws, use your fangs. 】

【This world is a world where the weak prey on the strong.What's wrong with you? 】

[Follow your heart. 】

[Follow your original intention. 】

[Go, ALCOR. 】

The young man suddenly opened his eyes - gold was flowing inside.

Accidents happen in the blink of an eye.

The ghost stared blankly at his arm.His arm was cut off by Qi Gen.The ghost froze for a few seconds before reacting, but it was too late, and when he turned his head, Alcor had already detoured behind him.The ghost's body is too large, and its flexibility is greatly reduced.He only had time to see Alcor wave his hand, and silver light fell from the sky...

Then he felt the flesh being cut open, and a few seconds later the severe pain spread to every corner of his body—his spine was split in two, lying on both sides like a cut back of a cow.

This is also the disadvantage of the entity.

The lumberjack struggled to get up from the ground, howling like a herd of cattle crossing a border, he seemed to be able to continue...

He froze.

Alcor stepped on his back, sinking his whole arm into his back - where the heart was in the front.Then the devil used force, and he pulled out a bloody piece of flesh from the ghost's chest, and the blood splashed with his movements. Pacifica hid under a broad-leaved potted plant in the corner to "shelter from the rain", shivering.

The whites of Alcor's eyes were black as night, and he sniffled, seemingly unable to hold back his gulp anymore.He swallowed blood and flesh in a big mouth, and the blood overflowed every crevice of his teeth.

Pacifica was too busy sheltering from the rain to look this way.

The satisfaction of instinct awakened the demon's long-sleeping consciousness. When he opened his human eyes, he was stunned to see the blood on his hands.The memory of the period of loss of sanity is also gradually restored.Before he could ask anything, he saw the "corpse" on the ground slowly disappearing.Not only corpses, but also blood and flesh.He noticed that the blood on his hands was also fading.

The ghost is gone, and it's time for the curse to be lifted.

Pacifica drags its injured leg.

"There is a hidden room on the left side of the corridor over there, behind the decorative carpet." The girl spoke quickly, and she pushed Dipper, "Hurry up and tidy yourself up. Don't worry, I won't say anything."

The boy gave her a deep look and left the hall.

Pacifica took a deep breath, and she opened the auditorium door.

"Welcome to Northwest Manor."

The rain finally stopped.

When they left, the distance was dim and the sun was rising. Mabel and her mates chirp up front, praising Pacifica for her generosity. Stan followed them, turning his head now and then to listen to what the girls were saying.

He came here specially to pick them up, and the banquet at the Northwest's house actually lasted all night.

Dipper was last, and he heard the girls discussing Pacifica, saying she wasn't as mean as they thought she was.Said that she was actually quite cute, and would give Grenda ideas on how to flirt with Baron Marius - yes, after going around, Grenda and Marius still saw eye to eye.

For him, this is probably the only good news.

He stopped and looked back. Pacifica is standing in front of the second floor window.She froze for a moment, smiled and waved her hands.

He remembered a private conversation they had had in the middle of the party, away from the others.

"I owe you a favor. Tell me, what do you want?" Pacifica said. She changed into a water-green dress, and her makeup was retouched. Although her legs were bandaged, she looked more energetic than before.She faintly resembled the Pacifica in Professor Pines' impression.

Dipper wasn't polite to her either.He did have a thing to tap into the Northwest family connections.

"There's some special investigators in town, they're from Washington, you know what I mean."

The girl raised her eyebrows.

"You want me to help you find and monitor them? Absolutely."

She is indeed a good girl. Dipper thought, and he smiled back.If placed in the past, they are likely to become friends.only……

He turned around, all expressions restrained.

There will be no chance of that.

【Bill, what did you do last night? 】ProfessorPines sounds casual.

BillCipher is playing with a Rubik's cube of order 24.His answers were also rather casual.

【Did not do anything. 】

[When I brush my teeth in the morning, I feel sticky and fishy in my mouth. 】

[Wow, didn't you clean it up last night? 】

[The vegetable salad I ate last night. 】

【…】The golden demon threw the Rubik's Cube aside, 【Nothing. 】

[I just ate a shapeshifter. 】

He closes his eyes.The rising sun hit his face, and half of his face was covered by shadows; his facial features looked particularly three-dimensional, and he was unbelievably mature.The morning sun is often bright but not warm, and it coats the face of Professor Pines with a dazzling gold.He just closed his eyes, in the cold light, in the deep darkness.

He thought: I am already in hell.

TBC

Notes:

①Darwin: I know it even if I don’t explain it.Schleiden: One of the founders of cell theory, the other being Schwann

②: Salt is said to have the effect of exorcising ghosts.Guidance SPN Crew

③: Bernini: Famous Baroque artist, sculpture occupies an important position in art history.Representative work "Apollo and Daphne"