The Hanging Tree BillDip Oneshot

This is the version of the song all of it plays.

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If Mabel could feel the cold she was not showing it at all. Dipper on the other hand felt chilled to the bone. It felt like negative a million degrees he could barely feel his nose. The silver band on his left hand felt as if it was glued to him. Metal again skin...in the middle of winter, walking at night in a creepy dark forest to who knows where? Nope! Worst. Idea. Ever. Why was he even dragged into this in the first place? Well the past few days Mabel had been rambling on and on about how he was the reincarnated lover of Bill Cipher. The whole ordeal had left him screaming at his sister at more than one point. She had dropped it today and Dipper hoped he could finally get some peace from the whole ordeal when Mabel insisted on taking a walk in the familiar forest beside their cabin to make up for his "unreasonable temper". Dipper swore she was possessed by the demon but her puppy dog look spoke for her. So he reluctantly grabbed his nearest sweater and followed her on this walk to no where.

"Where are we going?" Dipper asked words turning into fog as soon as they left his mouth. Teeth chattering. feet aching, absoultly freezing Dipper would rather do anything ANYTHING than walking around. "You'll see bro bro," Mabel hummed mostly to herself. That had been her only answer for the past 30 minutes. Dipper held himself tighter in a futile effort to prevent hsi body heat from escaping. Mabel was unfazed wearing one of the classic sparkly pink sweaters of her own making. Odd was the fact that it was the one with the shooting star she had not worn in months. Several times Dipper thought he heard a rustling that gave him chills worse than the winter wind. He franticlly shook his head. It was all in his his head. Then again when you just KNOW something is right behind you have to spin 360 to catch it...in vain. The faint silver glow of the lone moon gave nothing away. Mabel seemed to be heading to no particualr location so how she did not feel the strange sense of foreboding he did was beyond his surely icicled brain. Every twig he stepped on made him jump. Every howl made him want to run back to his home as fast as his chilled to the bone legs could take him. Then every step he took his prized ring felt heavier and heavier just making him want to trhow it into the dark abyss no matter how what value it had for his great ancester and never see it again.

Dipper took a quick glance at Mabel's right hand and saw a flash of gold. She was not wearing the ring just rolling the delicate band between her thumb and pointer finger. It was possible the ring was magic explaining how he could see it in the despite the darkness and Mabel walking a few steps ahead of him but she refused to explain where she aqquired such an object. He just knew that ever since she had shown him that ring a persistant throb in his head was present even now when he was convinced his insides had frozen over.

"Hmhm. Hmhm. Hmhmhmhmhm," out of nowhere Mabel hummed. As random as the timing, location and circumstance Dipper swore she was signaling someone...or something. She continued humming the same melody for a couple of minutes those couple of minutes where the most agonizing silence Dipper had ever expereinced in his life. It was as if the entire shadow forest had shut down. No trees rustled, no animals or creatures of the sort howled or shrieked. The ground they where stepping on, littered with sticks, broke but not snap echoed. If it wasn't for Mabel's tune Dipper could have swore he had gone deaf right then and there. The whole world had turned dwon it's volume the sec ond Mabel had began humming, which Dipper now recognized as The Hanging Tree. A powerful song they had heared in a movie once. It gave Dipper an uncomfortable twinge in his head that replace the pain as if she was humming it incorrectly. Right on cue she began singing.

"Are you? Are you?" slowly at first just like the movie "Comming to the tree? Where they strung up a man say he murdered three?" The latter line made Dipper think of his old enemy. That's when he noticed the glow. Just a few feet ahead of them a tree they so happen to call the Hanging Tree (to the point they tied a noose to it) was outlined in a faint blue glow. In the many shades of black they had been wandering through for the past hour the blue almost seemed comforting...almost. "Are you? Are you? Comming to the tree? Where a dead man called for his love to flee. Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be if we met at midnight in the hanging tree. Mabel sang the second verse as if he only spaced out for a few seconds rather than a few minutes. Mabel signaled him to stop a few inches away from the tree and took her place a few from him. If Dipper was crazy and would connect his postion, the tree's and Mabel's he would see a triangle but something cut him short of doing so. A new voice heart poundlingly familiar but surprisingly timid sang the third verse. "Are you? Are you?" A slight shake was heared from said voice but Dipper still froze on the spot chest aching, head pounding. "Comming to the tree?" Bill Cipher devil in form of a human tux and all sand the same melody as Mabel slowly making his way from behind the tree.

If Mabel's singning made the song powerful Bill's made it mournful, yearning almost desperate. "Where I told you to run where I told you to run so we'd both be. Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be if we met at midnight in the hanging tree," he bowed and held a hand out to Dipper. The latter wanting nothing more than to bolt. He looked up the pale moon gave Bill's a soft sparkle. His gloved right hand he wore a gold ring. Dipper shot a look at Mable who in turn pleaded with her eyes for him to take Bill's hand. Suddenly it dawned on him that all of this must have been planned by the duo which would explain their annoyingly odd behavior. Mabel insiting that one way or another she would get her "OTP back together" and Bill talking in unusual hushed tones, strained even. Dipper glared at his twin and she simply nodded encourigingly. Summoning all his willpower and fearing the worst he took the demons hand only to please his sister. Bill raised himself placed his free hand on Dipper's waist and gave him a weak smile, eyes glazed over, an expression Dipper had never seen on his human face before.

"Are you?" back step.

"Are you?" forward step.
"comming to the tree?" left step.

"Wear a necklace of hope side by side with me." right step then twirl.

"Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be if we met" back step, "at mid" forward step, "night in the hanging tree" left setp, right step, twirl. Took that long for Dipper to realize that he Dipper Pines and Bill, Bill demonic golden dream triangle now human Cipher were dancing...to The Hanging Tree by a tree with a noose on it. In the cold, incredibly darl forest and for some strange reason...he did not care. The simple dance and Mabel's calming voice now repeating the song made him feel at ease and thawed some of the cold. Now for awhile this kept going the steps the singing but at one point in time it began to blur. Gradually Mabel's voice faded into the background as he consentrated on the dance and the man leading it. Then the flashes! Back step the forest, forward step a golden ball room. Left step dark forest right step twirl ballroom. How the two visions meshed so perfectly Dipper did not understand but it felt like magic as if the song and dance were trggering memories of him and Bill dancing this before. As Bill twirled him once again he took notes of the ballroom. Golden walls sparkled gleefully, the perfect creamy dance floor and the delicate taps their feet made, the velevety red curtains pulled ever so slighty to show it was also night there. The OTHER PEOPLE or Dipper thought they where people those images where unfocused as if the only thing that mattered was them dancing.

Their blurred blurred states did not stop them from singing though, "Are you? Are you? comming to the tree? Where a dead man called out for his love to flee. Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be if we met at midnight in the hanging tree." For some reason or another Bill increased his speed twirling Dipper for a longer period of time. He saw the dark forest and the ballroom and never felt happier. The backgrounds still interchanging. Dipper looked up at Bill and smiled. The demon gave a wary smile back. It did not matter if Dipper had never danced this before right now with no effort on either parties it all came back to him. The past few days, Mabel's pleading, Bill's depressed presence finally clicked. Their rings brushed and Dipper halted the dance to embrace the man he knew he loved. At midnight. In the hanging tree. Strange things did happen no strangeer was this..pressing his lips to the man he remembered.

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Not to satisfied with that ending but meh I'll take it. I own nothing. Thanks for reading and please leave a review.