He was suspended into the air by a regular rope in the forest on a crisp Summer afternoon with a slight breeze ruffling his hair about. It was nothing special which was unusual for Bill's tastes, not that any of that mattered because he was still being suspended in the air by a bloody rope and as Dipper squirmed for dear life, trying desperately to somehow miraculously free himself from the chafing, old material that rubbed against his skin as it got tighter and tighter and tighter, until only his neck and legs could move, Bill just floated there with his hands behind his back and one knee crossed over the other, lightly kicking away at the air as he watched the boy's pitiful struggle in such amusement. Then, finally, Dipper breathed out, exhausted; his face red with heat and sweat beading on his forehead. He was even panting lightly. Amazing how something so simple, like a rope, could be his downfall. He screamed out in frustration, squirming one last time with the little energy he had left before he just stopped altogether and just hang there. At least he wasn't suffocated or completely crushed by a freakin rope
"Are you done, Pinetree?" Bill asked.
Dipper looked up at him. Exhausted, scared, upset and angry was all scrunched up into a single face. "Go to hell."
"I'm already there, Dipper, but you however are currently eleven feet up in the air. A fall like that could kill someone of your age and frame. Be a real, damn shame." He said sarcastically.
Dipper looked down to see the potential ground awaiting him. Falling to death was a frightening thought, but one he couldn't keep out. And it was a lot higher than 11 feet. "So why don't you just drop me, Bill?" He asked back up.
"Where's the fun in that?" Bill asked, as if it was the most obvious question in the world, while spawning his cane and leaning on it despite there being nothing there, but air. Dipper took the time to analyse Bill's human form. It was...normal, what he expected a human Bill to look like... Some would call it attractive.
"What do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Dipper sighed and looked away. "Journal." He muttered to himself; answering his own question. Obviously that'd be it.
"Oh no, boy." Bill whispered soothingly.
Dipper looked up surprisingly to see Bill was mere inches away from his face.
"Wha-" But he was interrupted when Bill put a velvet gloved finger to his chin. All he did was blush.
"Isn't it obvious?" Bill asked again, lightly and slowly grasping the boy's head in his hands. He held him so gently and softly, like a mother cradling it's child.
"Bill?" Dipper asked, nervous now-no, utterly terrified. What was he doing?... Then the dream demon leaned in ever so slowly and graciously kissed him hard on the mouth.
Dipper screamed, but no sound came out other than muffled wails. He squirmed again, fought it as best he could, but to no avail, and even felt tears burn up in his eyes. He felt like he was going to throw up, but what Bill could do if he did that was worse so...he did the only other option, after considering literally everything in his head as first as possible, he slowly fluttered his eyes shut and accepted this sick and twisted fate.
But they both enjoyed it.
Then Bill pulled away and rested his forehead on Dipper's, ignoring the cap, still holding him. "That is what I want... You can wake up now."
And Dipper did so, sweating profusely.