The Puppet Strings In The Dark (3)

Chapter 13, Dipper

I'm laying in my bed. Bill is sitting nearby. My leg still hurts, even though it's healed, so I have to sty in bed today. Also, I'm a bit dizzy, we don't know why, but bill is keeping a close eye on me. I look up from the journal. I'm almost finished transferring information. Bill is floating around, obviously bored. I laugh.
"We could go somewhere." I say. He stops, and turns around so he can look at me.
"You want to go somewhere?" He asks. I nod. He chuckles.
"Okay." He picks me up, and we float downstairs. Something flies in front of my face. A fork impaled itself into the wall, along with my hat. The gold glow fades. I stare in shock.
"Will!" Bill yells. Will pokes his head out of the kitchen. I grab for my hat, but it's pinned pretty tightly. I tug hard. The fork comes with the hat.
"You just about hit him!" Bill yells.
"I didn't do it." Will exclaims.
"It was glowing gold! Your power color is gold!" Will throws his hands up in protest.
"It wasn't me!" Bill growls. I manage to pull the fork out if my hat. I put my hat back on. Bill takes the fork. Will stares at it. Bill throws it at the ground, impaling the wood floor. We teleport back to the bedroom.
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Well, I can finally get up and move around today. I might have a small limp, but I want to move around. I am tired of laying around all day. Bill follows me like a bodyguard. I am thankful, but he us always distracted. He rarely talks anymore. I look at him. He smiles. I sigh.
"Whats up pine tree?" He asks. I shrug. We are sitting in the steps outside, and a cool breeze blows by.
"You are always on high alert, always distracted. I miss the fun, bouncy you." He kisses my birthmark. I lean into him. There's a loud whine. The siren is back. Bill doubles over. I put my hands over his ears. He puts his hands on top of mine. I try to put my shoulders over my ears. Its a full minute before it stops. Bill is curled up on the ground. My hands are limp, but he holds them tightly to his ears. I groan his name. He stays in the dirt. Bill let's go of my hands and pushes his torso up. He is pale and extremely shaky. He gets on his hands and knees. I put a hand on his back. All of a sudden, his back arches, and he throws up what little he ate this morning. He falls back, horrified. I dash to his side.
"Whats going on. Whats wrong with me?" He yells. I turn him away from the mess he made.
"Its okay. It happens. No big deal." He calms down a little.
"Now let's get you inside huh?" I say. I help him stand, and we make our way into the house.