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"Stop!"
Hmm, that cracking, pathetic excuse of a voice...it was...familiar. Turning quickly and with cruel excitement growing within, Cipher found that he couldn't be happier to see his old plaything.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my old meat puppet! Came back for an encore, did ya?"
Ah, there it was! That lovable, awkward mix of determination and fear that this little sapling here often face him with. Sure, in his presence fear was common, but not many expressed the determination or confidence to go against him.
Not many other than the Pine family, that is.
"Give my Uncle back, Bill! Or I'll...I-I'll hurt you with this journal!"
Why, how delightful! He supposed he can offer the boy one last play date. After all, he would sorely miss their fun little talks and how absolutely fun riling him up always was!
"Well then, show me what you got, Pine Tree!"
What he got, it seemed, was a pathetic attempt of a "punch."
He greatly enjoyed reaching out and wrapping his dark, gloved hand around the squirming fella, watching as that pale, lilth little form of his flailed about desperately. But he must admit, even as the pathetic- yet amusing- mortal squirmed about in a panic, the boy still open his eyes to petulantly glare at him.
Emerald green nearly glowed in their hatred, and Bill found himself strangely enticed by the deep pull of it. This boy really was quite interesting. There almost seemed to be something...different, about this particular mortal. And well...Bill was all seeing and all knowing, so not being able to know the mystery behind one little human..?
Why, he simply couldn't bare the thought.
"Don't be a hero, Pine Tree."
Tossing Sixer to his minions with little to no care, he smirked down at Dipper, bringing him closer to his giant eye as it narrowed at him in intrigue.
"This is what happens to heros in my world."
Forcing the boy to faint in his grasp, he snapped his fingers on his other hand, bringing the two of them to his fearamid.
"Well, I did always want a pet! Hahahah!"