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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Dipper_Pines/The_Author_|_Original_Stanford_Pines
  Character:
      Dipper_Pines, The_Author_|_Original_Stanford_Pines, Bill_Cipher
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Uncle/Nephew_Incest, Partial_Mind_Control, Possession,
      Camping, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Underage_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-27 Completed: 2018-03-18 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 4889
****** Don't Slide ******
by anysin
Summary
     In an universe where Ford fixed the Rift and Dipper became his
     apprentice, Bill has his revenge on them. DipFord.
Notes
     Commission for the wonderful FocusOnScience! Warning, this will get..
     dubious, but this chapter is relatively safe.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Bill will never forgive Ford for taking his apocalypse away from him.
Not that it’s all lost. The rift is still in Ford’s possession, safely tucked
away in the basement of the Shack; soon, when Gideon will be paroled by the
new, soft-hearted Mayor of Gravity Falls, Bill will have a competent minion in
his hands who will be able to fetch the rift for him. But the fact Bill’s long
wait for apocalypse turned out to be longer still is just unforgivable. He will
have to put Ford into his place.
Luckily, he has just the right tool for that.
Watching though the birches, Bill observes as Ford and Pine Tree make their way
back to their camp in the forest, both looking exhausted. Pine Tree is limping
a little, his shorts slightly torn from the right leg; a goodbye gift from some
critter that Bill couldn’t care less about, if not for the fact that Pine Tree
is injured, and that means Ford will have to get a little physical with him.
That gives Bill the perfect opportunity to take advantage of his and Pine
Tree’s still active deal.
*
“Grand Uncle Ford, I’m fine,” Dipper says.
That’s such an obvious lie that it makes Ford raise his eyebrow at him, which
makes Dipper look away, abashed. Not that he is seriously injured; his knee is
covered in slime and there is heavy bruising forming on his thigh and calf
both, but he’s not bleeding and nothing is broken. It’s his pride that is most
hurt, and that’s the thing that he’s most desperate to soothe right now, but of
course his great uncle sees right through that.
“Dipper, you just got attacked by an adolescent Kraken. It’s all right not to
be fine.” Ford gestures to the stone that stands near their fireplace while
heading for the tent himself, and Dipper obediently walks over to the stone,
wiping it clean from twigs and other dirt before sitting on top of it. As he
stretches his leg out before him, he hears Ford talk some more: “We’re lucky it
was on its own! Lake Krakens are small but you still don’t want to deal one’s
angry mother!”
“Of course,” Dipper agrees, frowning at the rips in shorts. He lifts his eyes
upon hearing Ford approach, but lowers them again a second later when Ford
kneels down before him, opening up the medicine bag.
“I will take a sample first,” Ford says. With a swab, he gathers up some of the
slime and seals it away into a small plastic bag, tucking it away into the
medicine bag. Ford then lifts out a rag, and grasps Dipper carefully from the
back of his knee as he starts to wipe the slime off.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he says, not noticing the way Dipper has gone completely
speechless.
Dipper can’t say he has ever given men’s hands much thought before, but then
again no one he has known before has had special hands like Ford’s. All six
fingers have a firm hold on him, and there is no ignoring the strength of those
fingers; yet they are gentle on him, keeping him steady as Ford cleans up his
knee. Ford puts the rag away and moves his other hand to Dipper’s knee as well,
surrounding it from both sides.
“Is it swollen?” Dipper doesn’t think it is, but Ford probably knows more about
medical things than he does; he is probably able to tell.
“I don’t think so, but we could use an ice pack on it just in case.” Dipper
swallows a yelp when Ford’s hands move upwards, grabbing the hem of the torn
leg of the shorts. “I’ll take a closer look.”
Ford rolls up the leg up to the thigh joint, exposing the full extent of the
bruising on Dipper’s thigh. Ford takes Dipper’s thigh into his hands, cradling
it like it’s a small animal as he rotates it a bit; Dipper feels sore, but to
his relief it doesn’t really hurt. Obviously it’s just bruises, nothing is
swollen or broken, or even strained; obviously he hasn’t been hurt seriously.
He probably could have made it to the camp without limping at all, but now he
acted all delicate about it and Ford is going to remember that.
It should be the main concern in his mind, that Ford has seen him act all weak,
more like a burden than a partner in crime. But what he thinks about is Ford’s
hands instead, the way they seem to enfold his whole thigh, their warm grip.
"Yes, I think ice packs should help you feel better,” Ford says. “Or do you
disagree? Is there something you need to tell me?”
Dipper chuckles. “Nah, I think ice packs should be good.” He puts on his most
carefree smile. “Thanks for taking such good care of me, Grunkle Ford.”
Ford blinks at him, and Dipper wants to die. But soon Ford is smiling, looking
a little confused - or is that sheepish? - and saying: “Of course I do, Dipper,
that’s my duty.”
The warm hands leave him, and Ford starts rummaging around the medicine bag
again. Dipper tries to think of how soothing ice will feel on his sore leg
soon, but instead he keeps wondering just what the hell in the world compelled
him to say that.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     It's time to go to bed.
The trip to the lake hasn’t gone according to Ford’s plans at all. He had been
hoping for a light-hearted adventure between himself and Dipper, where they
could explore the north-most beach of the lake and the forest surrounding it
and collect samples, and it’s quite shameful how their setbacks have taken him
by surprise. It’s inexcusable that Dipper got attacked by a lake Kraken, even
by an under-grown one, on his watch; Stan would have his head for that if he
was still around. It doesn’t matter if Dipper wasn’t seriously hurt or got over
it very fast. Ford should be better than this.
Then again, Ford should have known better than to bring Dipper into this part
of Gravity Falls in the first place.
It’s not that he thinks missions like these are too much for Dipper, or that
Dipper getting injured is a sign of any weakness. On the contrary; Dipper had
dealt with his incident in a calm, mature manner and seems to have forgotten
about it altogether now. Earlier he was even leaning his journal against his
hurt leg as he wrote down his observations of the day. Dipper clearly has the
right mindset and attitude for this kind of work, meaning that Ford’s instincts
have served him correctly for once.
No, all in all Ford and Dipper couldn’t be more perfectly matched to each
other. Their temperaments and intellects align; all Dipper needs is more age
and experience and Ford can be sure that his life’s work will eventually pass
into capable hands. Dipper is everything he has ever wanted out of a partner
and that what makes it dangerous for Ford to be around him.
Especially in a forest, in one that is a body of water away from the nearest
human settlement. Where they’re isolated, alone.
“Great Uncle Ford?”
Where Ford could do anything to Dipper.
*
The rest of the day had actually gone pretty nicely. Dipper and Ford had gone
through the samples they had collected from the beach together and examined the
maps to determine which islands of the lake they should go exploring tomorrow;
Dipper looks forward to showing Ford the island where he, Mabel and Soos had
gone to look for the Gobblewonker. Now they’re getting ready to go to sleep,
with Ford writing down his final notes of the day into his journal while Dipper
is trying to open up his sleeping bag. Which isn’t happening.
“Great Uncle Ford?” He sighs as he lets go of the stuck zipper, glancing over
to Ford who has been watching him in silence, probably to check that Dipper
isn’t showing any signs of pain. Dipper hopes he isn’t. “The zipper is jammed,”
he says, tugging on the zipper in question for emphasis.
“Let me take a look.” Ford puts his journal away and crawls over to Dipper,
taking a look at the bag. There isn’t much to see. the zipper is jammed, plain
and simple, and while Dipper could probably still crawl inside it, it would be
letting warmth out all night long. It’s an inconvenience, but Dipper isn’t
worried yet; there is an easy solution to it.
“It’s all right,” Ford says, confirming his thoughts. But only partially, as he
immediately adds: “You can have my bag, I’ll try to sleep in this one.”
“Oh.” Dipper swallows his disappointment. “Won’t you be cold?”
Ford laughs. “Don’t worry about me, I have plenty of experience about sleeping
in less than ideal circumstances.” He looks down at Dipper’s bag again,
examining the zipper for a moment. “I took some extra blankets with us so I
can-”
“Can’t we share a bag?”
*
Ford halts. Dipper is looking at him, hesitant; he’s bare-headed and without
his vest, which makes him look smaller and younger. Dipper speaks up again: “I
mean, we can sleep back to back to each other. It’s no problem for me.”
“I can handle the cold,” Ford says.
Dipper sighs. “I’m sure you can, Great Uncle Ford, but do you have to? You
might get sick. This way we’ll both stay warm for sure.”
Ford should say no. First of all, it will be more comfortable for Dipper to
sleep in the bag on his own; both of them will probably fit in, but it might
also be a little too tight. Second, Ford is a light sleeper; he hasn’t shared a
bed with anyone in a long time and he is unsure about his ability to sleep at
all tonight if he shares the bag with Dipper. He also doesn’t want to maul the
boy accidentally in his sleep.
On the other hand, Dipper has been hurt, and while he hasn’t showed any signs
of getting worse, that could still easily happen. It will be impossible for
Ford to miss any unfortunate changes if they sleep side by side, and like
Dipper said, they can be back to back to each other. That way if Ford has a
restless night, he won’t be immediately going for Dipper’s unsuspecting throat.
“All right,” he says.
Dipper’s eyes go wide with surprise over his agreement, but it doesn’t take
long for him to smile and nod, and they start to prepare Ford’s sleeping bag
for both of them. Ford smiles to Dipper when their eyes meet, but doesn’t try
to talk to him. The quicker they settle down and fall asleep, the better.
Ford hopes it will be quick, at least. It won’t do him good if his thoughts
start wandering.
*
Dipper can’t believe he’s sleeping next to Ford.
In fact, he can’t believe he managed to make this happen in the first place. He
has no idea where his words had come from, not to mention the nerve to say them
out loud, but Dipper is glad for both; he hates the idea of his uncle spending
a night in a broken sleeping bag while he gets to sleep in comfort. This way
they both get to survive the night without getting a cold, close to each other.
Not that Ford cares about that last part, but it’s something Dipper is secretly
grateful for.
They are pressed back to back against each other; Ford’s back is broad enough
to encompass the entire width of Dipper’s body into its frame, and he can feel
Ford’s muscles shift against him as Ford breathes in and out. Their legs aren’t
entangled together, but it would be easy for Dipper to make that happen; all he
needs is to shuffle a little backwards, push one of his own slender legs
between Ford’s large, solid ones, hook his feet around Ford’s calves-
Man, I’m just determined to sleep as badly as possible, aren’t I?
His prick is hard inside his shorts, and he can’t resist bringing his hands
between his legs to feel its shape through the fabric, biting his lip at the
contact. Of course, he can’t start- he wraps his fingers around the bulge in
his groin, kneading it lightly with the tips as he squeezes his eyes shut,
listens to Ford’s soft, even breathing. He presses backward with his body, just
a little bit, so he can feel his uncle more, his fingers moving faster against
his-
“Dipper,” Ford says. “What do you think you’re doing?”
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Ford tries to deal with Dipper after catching him in the act.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Uncle and nephew get it on, underage and dubcon. Not too
     explicit yet but will be in the last chapter.
It’s not easy, slipping into Pine Tree without the boy noticing and taking all
his reservations and restraints away, but the results are so worth it. Little
Dipper is so excited about being close to Ford that he can hardly stay in his
pants, while Ford is hyper-aware of everything his nephew does; of course
Dipper’s attempt to play with himself doesn’t go unnoticed.
What Ford decides to do about that, it all depends on what Dipper does;
fortunately Bill is right here to help Dipper make the right decisions.
*
“Dipper,” Ford says. Considering how much his heart is racing, it’s a small
miracle that he sounds as calm as he does. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He had been ready to ignore Dipper shifting against his body, the feeling of
his smaller frame pressing against his own back. When he had felt Dipper move
his arm, heard his hand brush against the fabric of his shorts, he had been
willing to ignore that too; masturbation is perfectly normal for boys of
Dipper’s age, after all, and they had an exciting day behind themselves. What
he hadn’t been able to ignore was Dipper’s healthy leg slipping between his
own, rubbing against his thighs.
“Great Uncle Ford,” Dipper says now, in a breathless voice; when Ford starts to
turn around onto his other side, Dipper rolls over to his back, his hand still
between his thighs as he stares up at Ford with wide eyes. He isn’t touching
himself otherwise, but Ford can clearly see the outline of his small cock
through his shorts, his flushed cheeks. It makes the blood run between Ford’s
own legs, but he ignores it; he can’t be focusing on physical reactions right
now.
“Dipper, I-” If he’s honest with himself, he doesn’t actually know what to say.
He should probably scold Dipper for trying to jerk off when there is someome
trying to sleep right beside him, but it’s not that Dipper was doing it to
disturb Ford; he’s just a boy, in the end, with boyish urges. Maybe some words
about privacy would be better, and Ford is about to speak when Dipper sits up
suddenly, throwing his arms around Ford’s neck and pulling him down into a
kiss.
*
Dipper has no idea what’s going on.
He had been so relieved to see that there had been no anger on Ford’s face,
just confusion; confusion Dipper had easily empathized with, in fact. He wants
to apologize, tell Ford that he didn’t mean to, that he’d never normally do
this and he has no idea what’s happening- but instead he finds himself sitting
up, hooking his arms around Ford’s neck and yanking him down, smashing their
mouths together.
Ford tastes- clean, in a way Dipper can’t quite describe. Not that he expected
Ford to taste like liquor or cigarettes or teeth that haven’t been brushed, but
it’s like there are no artificial scents or tastes in between them and Dipper
really likes that. He licks the tight line of Ford’s mouth with his tongue,
trying to get it to relax, to open up. When it doesn’t, he starts feeling cold
all over, from skin to insides. Has he just-
-and then Ford is kissing him back, opening his mouth so forcefully that
Dipper’s mouth moves along with it, and soon a thick, warm tongue passes
between Dipper’s lips and starts to explore him. Dipper tries to touch it back,
suck on it, do something and not just gape there like some idiot, but it’s like
the latter is all he can do. Ford is kissing him. Ford is kissing him.
It’s amazing. It’s terrifying. He wants it to stop. He never wants it to stop.
Unsure of what he should do, he keeps hanging onto Ford.
*
When Ford pulls away from Dipper, he can barely breathe; he feels light-headed,
his ears buzz, he can’t stop blinking. He gets a little comfort from the fact
that Dipper is similarly dazed, his lips shining wet after the kiss. Ford
stares at them for a moment, at Dipper’s delicate cupid’s bow and the lush
curve of his lower lip. Dipper’s tongue sneaks out to lick at his lips, making
them even wetter; that invites Ford to lean in to kiss him again.
Dipper is responsive, wrapping his arms tight around Ford’s neck to hold him as
near as possible; he keeps pulling Ford down, to the top of him, but Ford
resists that, not wanting to squish Dipper when his leg is still so sore. But
he lets Dipper nip at his lips, wrap his healthy leg around the backs of Ford’s
knees.
“Great Uncle Ford,” Dipper gasps when they pull apart again, pressing his mouth
tight against Ford’s cheek, “do you want to fuck me?”
Moan escapes from Ford before he can hold it back; his cock is hot and thick
between his thighs, despairing for contact, and Dipper’s more slender erection
keeps poking against Ford when their bodies bump close enough to each other.
Their bodies obviously want this. But does Dipper?
“Are you sure about this?” He drops his hand down to Dipper’s chest, feeling
his pecs and sternum through his shirt before seeking out his nipples, which
are hard beneath the thin fabric of the garment, poking against Ford’s palm. He
moves his hand down lower, to Dipper’s flat stomach that is heaving hard and
fast, his skin hot to Ford’s cool hand. “Because if we start-”
He licks his lips, his mouth very dry all of the sudden.
“If we start, I don’t know if I can stop.” He lets his hand inch lower,
reaching out with his index finger to run the tip along the edge of Dipper’s
shorts. “I need to know right now, Dipper. Are you ready for this?”
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Dipper says yes.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: NSFW, underage, dub-con.
No.
“Yes.”
It’s all lost after that.
*
The moment that word is out of Dipper’s mouth, Ford proceeds.
He gets them both out of the sleeping bag, first; it’s going to restrict their
actions. After he has laid Dipper carefully down on top of the bag, he takes
his hands to the front of Dipper’s shorts, pulling the button open. He takes
his time pulling the zipper down, biting at the inside of his cheek at the
sight of Dipper’s groin. Dipper is still wearing his boxers, but the fabric is
bulging, an obvious sign that the flesh beneath is swollen. Dipper wants this.
Dipper wants this.
He pulls Dipper’s shorts down to his knees, taking care to help Dipper’s hurt
leg out of the garment before taking them all the way off. When he reaches up
for the waistband of Dipper’s boxers, Dipper lifts his hips a little so Ford
can drag the cloth easier over the curve of his ass. Dipper’s cock is stiff and
flushed when it’s finally revealed, peeking out from between his slim thighs as
Dipper allows them to fall open, exposing himself further to Ford.
Dipper pulls his healthy leg out of his boxers on his own accord but whimpers
when Ford takes the garment off for good, which Ford understands to mean he’s
in pain first. But when he looks at Dipper’s face, he starts getting other
ideas.
“What’s wrong?” He moves over to loom over Dipper, reaching out to cup his
cheek. “Are you having second thoughts?”
*
Dipper is very confused.
He is just- he can’t even find words for it. The fact Ford is touching him,
stripping him, that Ford is not going to stop, it’s all too much for him. He
wants to tell Ford to take it slowly, or maybe even stop.
Yet he also doesn’t. Part of him is thrilled that Ford wants him this much,
when he could have just easily ignored Dipper for whole night. That’s why he
lets his thighs spread before Ford, why he thrusts just a little forward with
his hips. It’s all going so fast, but he doesn’t want it to end. He doesn’t
want Ford to walk away from him.
And that seals it, doesn’t it?
“No.” He licks his lips, pushing at his thighs so they’re more open, so Ford
can see him. “Please.”
*
That’s enough for Ford.
He lowers himself on top of the sleeping bag and leans between Dipper’s legs.
Carefully, he slides his hand to the back of Dipper’s healthy knee and pushes
Dipper’s leg up a little, to have a better access to Dipper’s groin. He looks
at Dipper’s hard little cock, descending to hover his mouth over its wet head.
He exhales on it, listening as Dipper whimpers before moving his head down.
Dipper’s cock throbs softly against Ford’s tongue as he wraps his lips around
the slender length, just holding it in his mouth for a moment. He tenses when
he feels Dipper push his hands into his hair, but Dipper doesn’t try to pull
it; instead, he just runs his fingers through Ford’s curls, rubbing Ford’s
scalp with his fingertips every now and then. It’s all good. Ford hollows his
cheeks around Dipper’s cock, smiling as his great nephew moans.
It doesn’t take him long to settle into a rhythm after that, moving his mouth
up and down along Dipper’s cock as Dipper holds onto his hair, firmly now but
not gripping. He takes Dipper’s balls into one hand and rolls them around on
his palm, squeezing them lightly and feeling their silky skin. He strokes
Dipper’s thigh with his other hand for a while before moving his hand down to
Dipper’s ass, running a fingertip down the crevice between the buttocks before
he finds Dipper’s hole. He presses the tip of his index finger against it,
stroking the rim.
*
“Ford!”
It’s meant to be a shout, but it comes out as a breathy whisper. Dipper wants
to clench his fingers, his whole body, but instead he remains pliant on top of
the sleeping bag, merely breathing heavily as Ford’s lips and tongue continue
to work on his cock. That would be enough for now, he thinks. Anything further,
it has to end.
I won’t be able to stop, Ford had said, but Dipper wonders if it’s true; even
now, as Ford sucks his cock with obvious pleasure, he is calm, collected in his
movements, and is making no effort to pleasure himself. If Dipper speaks up,
Ford will surely listen.
All he needs to do is open his mouth.
He lets his eyes slide shut instead.
*
Ford’s cock is thick between his legs, throbbing in steady rhythm. That rhythm
picks up when he hears Dipper whisper his name in awe. Taking Dipper’s cock all
the way into his mouth, he pushes his fingertip inside Dipper’s ass.
Dipper’s inner flesh is just as soft and smooth as Ford has imagined it being.
He holds his fingertip there for a moment, just feeling the velvety warmth
around it, before pulling it out, making sure to move as slowly as possible.
Dipper is panting now, his legs trembling slightly; yet his cock throbs harder
between Ford’s lips, dripping pre-come on his tongue. His fingers remain in
Ford’s hair, still not gripping.
Ford takes that as a permission to go on.
For that, however, he needs to pull away from Dipper’s cock for a moment,
reluctantly allowing it to slip out of his mouth. Dipper groans in protest, his
eyes, closed before, opening up again. “Wha-?” he starts to ask, only to fall
silent as Ford takes his fingers into his mouth.
Dipper stares at him with wide eyes as Ford sucks on his fingers, wetting them
thoroughly. When he has prepared them, he leans down between Dipper’s legs
again, kissing along the soft inside of the thigh of his healthy leg before
moving over to nuzzle his balls, covering them in soft, sucking kisses.
Dipper’s eyes close again as Ford takes his cock into his mouth again, and
that’s when Ford pushes his fingers to Dipper’s ass again.
It’s a tight fit, so one finger will have to do for now; they can do more in
the future. Ford lets Dipper adjust to its presence, moving it around slightly
to feel Dipper’s inner walls a bit, but he doesn’t start to thrust it until
he’s sure that Dipper can handle it. Even then he takes it slowly, rocking his
finger back and forth within Dipper.
Very soon, he’ll have Dipper seeing stars.
*
Ford’s finger is thick and long and it’s the weirdest feeling for Dipper to
have his body stretching around it the way it does. Still, having it in is less
painful than Dipper thought it would be. Having it move inside him is a little
more uncomfortable, but again, it’s something he can handle. He tries to rock
along the finger as it thrusts against his insides, to make its slide in and
out of him easier. It becomes increasingly less bad, but Dipper wonders when
it’s going to start feeling good.
It happens when Ford is holding just the head of Dipper’s cock in his mouth,
stroking his shaft with his free hand while his finger reaches deep inside
Dipper, rubbing against something that lights Dipper’s whole being on fire. He
can feel Ford smile around his cock, his tongue curling around the head for a
moment before he pulls away from it, looking up at Dipper.
“I see you felt that,” he says.
Dipper just moans in response, his whole body curving as he tries to thrust
down on Ford’s finger, take it that deep in again and- it touches that spot
again and Dipper cries, almost sobs at how good it feels. It gets better when
Ford takes him into his mouth again, swallowing Dipper all the way to the root
of his cock, nose pressing tight into the tender skin above the shaft. Dipper
bites his lip at the sensation, trying to keep his moans in, but he can’t. He’s
having hard time holding any of it in anymore.
How about you don’t?
He thrusts, although he’s not even sure where he wants to go. Deeper into
Ford’s mouth or down against his finger, it’s all the same for him now, it’s
all good. His hips agree, starting to rock on their own accord, both grinding
down against Ford’s knuckles and pushing up into the warm, wet heat of his
mouth, desperate to receive all the stimulation there is to get. He’s so close,
so close, so-
He comes with a choked shout, shooting his semen into Ford’s waiting mouth as
Ford’s finger curls up inside him for the final time, making the world go white
in Dipper’s eyes. Dipper keeps moving for a while after that before he finally
slumps down on the sleeping bag, panting, eyes wet. He is vaguely aware of Ford
lifting up from between his legs, letting Dipper’s cock slide out of his mouth
again, but there is one sound that he can’t help but pay attention to.
Ford swallows.
Dipper seeks him out with his eyes, seeing Ford loom over him up on his knees.
His eyes are closed, he is licking his lips in contemplation; it takes Dipper a
bit of squinting to see that Ford’s tongue is catching drops of fresh come,
Dipper’s come. The reality of that is just insane; Dipper finds himself whining
deep in his throat, almost wanting to-
That’s when Ford starts to back off from him, and before Dipper can say
anything more, Ford is out of the tent.
*
There is no need for Ford to go far; he puts ten feet of distance between him
and the tent before falling down to his knees on the ground, his hands shaking
as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out.
He jerks off, hard and fast and rough until he’s spilling his seed on the
ground, groaning deep in his throat before he slumps over, finding himself on
his hands and knees. He pants there for a while, trying to catch his breath,
the various trails of thought in his head.
Ford just fucked Dipper. Maybe not with his cock, but he fucked Dipper
nevertheless. His great nephew, his partner in crime. He should be vomiting, he
should be ready to cut his own throat for having done this, he should-
-he should not be thinking about how he wants to do this all over again, do
things different, do things better, take it all further-
“What have I done?”
*
“What have I done?”
In the Nightmare Realm, Bill can’t help but laugh. Always a drama queen, that
Fordsy.
“Why, Fordsy, you’ve done art.” He raises his martini glass. “Can’t wait for
the sequel."
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