Dipper Pines: A Short Story

William sighed happily at the solitude he greatly enjoyed in the mindscape. He quietly hummed to himself. Ever since his brother was busy tormenting some new puppet of his named Dipper Pines, (or as he called him, Pinetree) it has been quiet. The silence never tore into him. In fact, talking tore into the young demon more than the silence. His thoughts were interrupted by black void surrounding him. He looks around, startled. He had no idea what was going on and this had never happened before. He saw a flash of pale yellow light, almost white and felt himself being pulled towards it. He heard voices the more he was pulled.

"Can this damned demon hurry up?" he heard a female voice say. He heard a sullen male voice reply in an annoyed manner. "Dear sister..." He sneered, sarcastic. "Patience is key." Will just heard her scoff and mutter hatred towards the boy. Will appeared, his eye closed. There was laughing. He opened it and saw two twins laughing. One was in a skimpy outfit and she had long brown hair. The other was in a suit and had short curly hair with a big dipper birthmark being proudly shown off. William teared up and sunk lower to face them. The skimpy looking one caught her breath.

"Mason I do believe you summoned a wimpy little blue pyramid instead of a demon!"
He stabbed his end table, about half an inch deep then yanked it out as if he hadn't had it deeply embedded in the small end table. He then took out a sharpening stone and violently sharpened his knife as his sister silently watched him, leaning on their locked door. He glared at her, icy as she acted like he did nothing. He muttered, "Dearest sister..." She smirked as if she knew what he was going to say. He put the stone down and traced his finger with it, drawing blood at the slightest touch. He walked over to her and placed the flat side of the blade against her cheek and pinned her against the