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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines
  Character:
      Bill_Cipher, Dipper_Pines, The_Stans, Mabel_Pines, Bill's_Dad, Basically
      the_whole_gang
  Additional Tags:
      Oral, Anal, Fingering, sad_Bill, Bill_is_very_sad, Bill's_Dad_is_a_jerk,
      Child_Abuse, Human_bill, Highschool_AU, Suicidal_Bill, they_hate_each
      other_at_first, then_they_fall_in_love, Physical_Abuse, Insane_Bill
      Cipher, Kid_Bill_Cipher, Feels, but_also_sex, may_add_more_tags_later
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      Published: 2017-03-28 Updated: 2017-11-28 Chapters: 8/? Words: 7312
****** I Fell In Love With A Fucking Asshole..... ******
by Mr_Suicidal_Sheep
Summary
     One day, a strange kid shows up at Dipper's school and turns his
     whole life upside down, but there's more to this kid than meets the
     eye. What will happen when Dipper finds out some interesting things
     about the kid?
      
     I'm terrible at summeries and this is my first story on here.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** First Encounter *****
Let it be known that Dipper Pines hated Bill Cipher. He loathed the blonde's
existence since the day they met. Not only was the guy insanely attractive, but
what's worst is that he knew he was.
Curly, poofy blonde hair that dropped down and covered his right eye. His lips
looked soft, kissable even. His one visible eyes was molten gold in color and
was accented by long lashes. Dark freckles dotted his cheeks and up to the tips
of his ears. His skin, the color of fresh honey, was smooth as silk. A slender
frame and a well shaped ass completed him. The teen was drop dead gorgeous and
Dipper hated it.
Bill was actually pretty short compared to most juniors in high school, he was
a whole head shorter than Dipper himself, then again Dipper had grown pretty
tall after his growth spurt. The first day he saw the other, Bill was being
picked on for his height by some of their peers. Dipper was about to step in
when the blonde started talking about "Reality being an illusion" and "You only
insult me because you're inferior in some way, most likely intelligence wise."
He then proceeded to shove past them in favor of speaking to a teacher.
They didn't officially meet until three days after the incident, in their
advanced English class. Their teacher seated Bill next to the brunette after he
made a girl cry by telling her that her life was meaningless and that she
didn't have anything to look forward to. After twenty five minutes of silence,
Dipper decided to introduce himself. The other just stared at him before
beginning to mutter something about "Ursha Major...." Other than that, the
blonde completely ignored him, even when he tried to start a conversation.
"So, you just moved here? That's cool. Where from?"
He was answered with silence. He swallowed nervously.
"U-um, okay. Uh, how do you like Gravity Falls so far? I know it's a lot to
take in, but this town's actually pretty amazing"
More silence. Dipper was starting to get irritated.
"It's kinda rude to ignore someone when they're trying to have a conversation
with you"
The blonde sighed and set down his pencil that he was taking notes with,
turning to face the other.
"Look, I get that you're trying to be all buddy buddy with me, but just stop. I
don't need a friend and I certainly don't need you as one. If you just shut up
and leave me alone, then we will never have a problem."
Dipper did a double take. The hell was that supposed to mean?! Did this new,
short, blonde guy just insult him?! HIs cheeks flushed red with anger.
"Excuse me? Who do you think you are? You come in here and waltz around like
you own the place, when you clearly don't"
This response caused the shorter to smirk, showing off a row of perfect white
teeth that were slightly sharper than average.
"Give it a week, kid and I'll be running this school. No matter who stands in
my way, I always end up on top, so just get use to it kiddo"
That shut Dipper up pretty quick. He started down at his notes angrily, wanting
nothing more that to put the shorty in his place, but he couldn't. He wasn't as
strong as the other guys, his twin sister got all the brawn where as he got the
brains. He also couldn't afford a detention for harming another student.
A week passed and, just as Bill had said, the school was practically
worshipping him. The teachers adored him for his intelligence and politeness.
Girls swooned whenever he walked by, due to that fact they thought he was
handsome and acted like a gentleman for them. The guys thought he was a pretty
cool kid, making perverted jokes and helping them with homework. Dipper was
probably the only person who didn't think of Bill as some kind of god, besides
his sister, Mabel.
"Hey, Pinetree! Think fast!" An obnoxious voice brought the brunette out of his
thoughts, only to be hit in the face with a dodgeball and fall flat on his
rear. The voice belonged to none other than Bill Fucking Cipher and his group
of jocks, sluts, and other lackeys. The blonde started laughing, causing others
to join in on his mockery and point at the downed junior.
Dipper groaned and pushed himself up, grabbed his stuff of the concrete of the
parking lot and began to walk towards his car. Once he was safely inside his
vehicle, he slammed his head against the steering wheel a few times before just
laying it there.
He really hated the new, blonde, definitely not cute in anyway, kid that was
terrorizing his life.
***** What happened to him? *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Three months.
Three fucking months.
It's been three months since Bill Cipher arrived and everything had developed a
routine. Bill would show up and get pampered to his heart's content, being
praised for everything he does. He was just a bag of smiles, rude insults, and
perfect hair; until something weird happened.
The day started like any other day; Dipper would wake up, shower, get dressed,
and head to school. Then, Bill would torment him all day and there would be
nothing he could do about it. Today though, Bill came to school looking like
utter shit. His clothes were ragged and out of place, looking like he got
dressed in the dark. His usually tidy hair was unruly and messy, probably
because he had to leave his home in a hurry, but somehow managed to keep his
right eye covered. That wasn't even the worst of it. The blonde had a large
bruise on his freckled cheek, seemingly to have been done recently.
Some of the girls flocked to him, cooing and petting him like he was a stray
puppy or an upset child.
"Oh, Bill! What happened to you?"
"Are you alright? Do you need to sit down?"
"Did you get into a fight? Oh! Who in their right mind would hit someone so
sweet and kind?"
Dipper almost gagged at the last question as he listened to the girls treated
him like he was an injured patient and they were all nurses. Bill seemed to be
enjoying the attention though, leaning into their touches and making small
noises that sounded like he's in pain. The girls herded him over to one of the
tables and continued their care while Dipped just scoffed and went back to
reading his book.
 
“What do you think happened to him?” Mabel, Dipper’s twin sister, asked from
her seat next to her brother. Dipper sighed and looked over at the glittered,
sweater loving monstrosity that was Mabel Pines. They may be twins, but they
were polar opposites. The female was more outgoing and energetic whereas her
brother was a shut in and an awkward sweating machine.
“Don't know, don't care.”
“Dipper, don't be like that.” Mabel glanced up from the newest sweater she was
working on and smiled at her lookalike. “Bill’s not that bad.” Dipper scoffed
at that.
“Not that bad? Mabel, he's a menace! He torments me everyday!” How could his
own sister say that?! Bill was a monster and nothing could convince him
otherwise. The kid acted like a spoiled brat when he didn't get his way,
whining and throwing a fit. One time during gym class, the coach pulled Bill
off the team for using an illegal move and Bill being Bill flipped an entire
cart of basketballs; then started kicking the wall, shouting curses the whole
time. The blonde was escorted to the office after his little ‘tantrum’.
“You only say that because you're in denial about liking him.” She chuckled and
returned to her sweater, her smile even larger than before.
“I am not in denial and I do not like him.” He glared at his sister, which
caused her grin to widen. “What's there to like about him? He's arrogant. He's
stubborn. He's spoiled. He's a cheater. Not to mention he's probably sleeping
with most of the girls in the school!” Dipper was positive the blonde was a
manwhore.
Mabel rolled her eyes and flicked a pencil at the other, shaking her head
slightly. “I highly doubt he's sleeping with the girl. If anything, he's
sleeping with the Jocks.” When Dipper gave her a confused look, she sighed and
continued. “Don't tell me you haven't noticed that the Jocks practically drool
over him and are very content with walking behind him? Or that he almost always
walks with a limp? Or that he is always the last one out of the locker room,
most of the time accompanied by one of the Jocks? Really Dipper, and you call
yourself a detective.”
“But the Jocks are not gay”
“Dippin Dots, most of the Jocks are gay as hell. Their girlfriends are cover
ups, but everyone knows that they're not straight at all.”
The female Pines twin wasn't stupid, despite common belief. Once you got past
the googly eyes and craziness, she was actually pretty smart and incredibly
observant. Dipper felt his cheeks heat up as his brain played out a couple of
scenarios involving the blonde being pressed up against a shower wall by a guy
bigger than him. He imagined the Bill would look over his shoulder and tease
the male behind him, a large smirk plastered on his face. That smirk would melt
away when the one behind him thrusted his hips and-
“So, you're saying that you think he's gay?”
Mabel nodded. “Yes, yes I do. Now, there is a slim chance he's not, but I'm
usually not wrong about these type of things.” She paused to chuckle. “I mean,
I was right about you after all.”
The male twin groaned and held his head in his hands. “Ugh, don't remind me.”
His sister had insisted that he liked guys ever since they had found out what
being gay was. No matter how hard he tried to convince her that he was
straight, she always kept insisting. She turned out to be right, though. When
he finally came out of the closet, she had spent a whole week saying ‘I told
you so!’
“Wait, what does him being gay have to do with anything?”
“If he is gay, then that means you have a chance.”
Dipper was about to tell her that he didn't want a chance when the bell rang,
signaling it was time for class. The teenage boy sighed and decided to drop the
matter for now. He gathered up his stuff, said goodbye to his sister, and
headed off to his first class of the day. Unfortunately, he shared his first
class with Bill.
Upon arriving, Dipper noticed that Bill was already in his seat next to the
brunette’s, holding an ice pack against his injured cheek. He looked tired,
like it was struggle to keep his eyes open, well the visible one. He blinked
slowly when he saw the other take his seat, but didn't say anything. That's
weird. Dipper thought to himself. Usually he's greets me with an insult or
something. He must not be feeling very well at all.
“Mr. Pines. The second bell has rung and I've already started class. Would you
kindly pay attention?”
Dipper’s cheeks flushed red as he smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Mrs. Jones” Some
of the other kids chuckled at his embarrassment, but Bill didn't. He didn't
even glance at him! He just kept gazing forward; his eye looking distant, like
he wasn't even here mentally. Something's definitely wrong with him. I've never
seen him like this…..wait, why do I care? I hate him and I'm glad I don't have
to hear his annoying voice all d-
“Mr. Pines! Do you need to be escorted to the office?”
“N-no, Mrs. Jones! I'll pay attention!”
-------------------
The day flew by quickly, it was almost the end of school and Bill still hadn't
said a word to him. Dipper was starting to get wor- paranoid! Yeah, paranoid.
He wasn't worried about that arrogant, blonde brat. Huh, Blonde Brat…..I like
it. Anyways, he was getting paranoid because he felt like something bad was
going to happen to him as soon as the final bell rang. Bill had probably been
storing his rage all day so he could finally take it out on the brunette after
school.
When the final bell did ring, Dipper practically ran out of the room to find
his sister. He found her at her locker; talking to her friend, Candy and
Grenda. Grenda! Perfect! The teenage girl was huge, built like a pro wrestler,
and was very protective of her friends. It was a fact that Bill wasn't
necessarily scared of her, he wasn't really scared of anything, but he
preferred to keep his distance with her. Every time she got within five feet of
him, he would back away and mutter “You monster” under his breath.
“Hey guys!” Dipper said breathlessly, hunching over to catch his breath from
his running. Mabel smiled, Grenda nodded, and Candy blushed slightly; a shy
grin on her face. She had had a tiny crush on Dipper since he went through
puberty. He was less awkward and more smooth, but not perfectly. He was taller
and had began to grow peach fuzz on his chin. It made the dark haired girl like
him even more and Dipper was completely oblivious, as per usual.
They all talked for a few minutes before heading out to the car the twins
shared. Dipper was honestly surprised they convinced their Grunkles to buy a
decent vehicle, though it was mostly likely Mabel using her ‘piggy eyes’ on
their great uncle Stan; he did have a soft spot for the girl even though he
would deny it.
Just when Dipper was about to get in, he noticed something yellow out of the
corner of his eye. Bill was walking, alone, with his hands in his pockets. The
blonde was never alone after school, so this was strange. He kept his head low,
eyes seeming to be glued to the ground. Dipper couldn't deny that he felt a
little bit sorry for him. For what? He didn't know.
Shaking his head to clear his head, he got in the driver side of the car. After
everyone piled in, they drove off to enjoy the weekend as today was Friday. It
was finally the weekend! Dipper could finally relax, but……...something was
bugging him, making his gut turn. He knew he shouldn't be so worried about it,
but he couldn't help it.
What exactly had happened to Bill?
Chapter End Notes
     I'm so sorry this took so long. I got busy with school and other
     stuff. But yeah, here it is. I'm also sorry for grammar mistakes and
     speeding errors.
***** Mr. Cipher? *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It was Saturday and the entire Pines family were at Greasy’s Diner, eating
pancakes. Everything was going perfect. They had managed to get Ford out of his
lab and to join them for breakfast. Stan was attempting to get Lazy Susan to
let them eat for free, failing miserably. Mabel was talking about her latest
boy crush in school, making everyone groan and rub their foreheads. Ford and
Dipper were talking about conspiracy and supernatural things. They were having
a great time, until the doorbell rang when someone walked in.
Two people were standing, one was a tall man in business suit, the other was a
bit in the short side and was wearing a dark hoodie to hide their face. The man
had black hair and piercing green eyes. He half a phone up to his ear as he
placed an arm around the smaller’s shoulders (the figure flinched strangely),
directing them to a booth not too far away from the Pines family.
Dipper couldn't deny his curiosity. He had seen the man around town, but he had
never seen him with, what he assumed was, a teenager. Dipper had never seen a
teen that look anything like the man, so he didn't know if they were his or
someone else's.
Lazy Susan moved away from Stan to take their order. The green eyed man put
down his phone and flashed a dashing smile at the owner before ordering.
“One order of pancakes and a black coffee, please” The man’s voice was smooth
and light, almost bubbly. Lazy Susan nodded and wrote the order on her notepad,
then looked over at the person in the hoodie, ready to take theirs. The man
shook his head and waved his hand. “No, nothing for him. He's not really
hungry”
Susan nodded. “Is that all, ya handsome fella? Name?” She asked with her usual
enthusiasm.
The man chuckled at the flattery. “It's David, madam. David Cipher” The owner
nodded and ran off to prepare the food. Dipper’s eyes widened. Cipher? As
in…..?
“Bill, sit up. And take off the damn hood! It's unattractive” David’s voice was
no longer warm and charming, but cold and stern. It was slightly hushed, but
Dipper could still hear. The hooded figure shifted to sit up straight and
slowly lowered his hood. A mop of floppy blonde hair poofed into place. Bill
had a blank look on his still bruised face, but something was different. His
usually covered right was visible and was an icy blue. Heterochromia, it
seemed.
Dipper couldn't believe it. That is Bill’s father?! He looks nothing like him!
He was right, David looked nothing like the blonde. The man was pale and
muscular while Bill was darker and bit more on the curvy side. Maybe he took
after his mother? Or maybe he's adopted. Hell, he could be his step dad for all
I know. Then, the brunette grinned. Let's hope I can get some blackmail on the
Blonde Brat.
~~~~~~~~~~
Bill kept his mismatched eyes glued to the table, hesitant to look up. He
wasn't necessarily afraid of his father, he just knew that if he did look up,
he ran the risk of getting yelled at or being disciplined at home. The teen
shivered. Discipline. That's what David called it where as others would call it
abuse.
“Here's your pancakes and coffee!” Lazy Susan came back over with David’s food
and set it in front of him before leaving again. Bill bit his lip as his
stomach growled, telling him that his body needed food. He squeezed his eyes
shut and tried to ignore the ache in his belly.
The dark haired man saw this and chuckled. “Are you hungry?” Bill didn't
answer, knowing that you don't answer this kinds of questions, especially with
his dad. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you kicked me
earlier. You know the consequences for being disobedient, William”
Bill winced and bit into his lip harder. He knows I hate it when he calls me
that………..Fucker. He took a deep breath and lifted his head up, deciding to take
a chance. He was going to be disciplined after this, but oh well. “Don't call
me that”
His father raised an eyebrow. “I'm sorry, but I don't believe I heard you
correctly. Mind repeating what you said”
Bill’s confidence faulted for a brief moment, but stood his ground. “Don't call
me that. Only Mom can call me that.” Oh, he's taking a huge risk mentioning his
mother. David’s eye twitched before he set his fork down and pushed his plate
to the side, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Struck a nerve there….
“William, what have I told you about mentioning that woman? I believe that I
told you that you are forbidden from mentioning her.” Bill held back a scoff,
of course he'd bring that up.
“You can't ‘forbid’ me from talking about my mom, you have no right to. Just
like you have no right to call me William.” The blonde’s voice was sharp, laced
with venom and malice. The man was about to open his mouth to respond, but was
cut off by Susan.
“Here's your check, Mr. Cipher!” She set the check down, then scurried off
again. David grumbled and fished the money out of his pocket, placing it down
on top of the bill.
“Get up. We're leaving”
Bill put his head down and slowly got out of the booth, his confidence having
completely disappeared. “Where are we going?” He asked quietly, even though he
knew the answer and dreaded it.
“We're going home” His father got out of the booth and grabbed the teen’s arm;
gently at first, but then it got tighter. He lead the smaller outside of the
restaurant, Bill keeping his head down the entire time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dipper
sat in the booth he shared with his family, who took no notice of the scene not
too far away from them, awestruck. He had no idea what to think after hearing
something like that. The brunette glanced down at his plate and poked at the
food on it, suddenly having lost his appetite. Huh, William…
Chapter End Notes
     Yay! Another chapter! And yay again! We get to see Bill's side for
     the first time! Also, I love reading the comments you guys leave,
     thank you for commenting and even reading my story. It means a lot.
     Anyways, hopefully will update in a couple of days.
***** Not an update...... *****
I'm sorry guys, but the story's going to be on hold for a while. Some things
have come up and my attention has shifted for now. School and home are
stressing me out and I have to focus on other things for now. I will continue
the story, I promis, but not right now. I'm not in the right mindset to write
at the moment. I'm really sorry guys, bug I have to work some things out before
I continue. Thank you so much for listening and once again, I will continue,
just not right now. Thanks guys! Okay, I'm going to go eat some cheesecake and
hopefully feel better about everything. Bye bye!
***** William *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Bill was roughly shoved into the passenger seat and his father slammed the door
once he was inside, walking around to get in the driver’s side. The blonde
pulled his legs onto the seat and drew them close to his chest, hiding his face
in his knees. He messed up, he messed up big time. He should have just kept his
mouth shut, but his fucking pride got in the way. David got in and started the
car with a huff, driving out of the parking lot angrily.
They were quiet for a few moments before Bill decided to speak up. “Dad, I-”
“Not a word until we get home. Then, you have permission to speak.”
“Plea-”
“Not a word!” The man was fuming, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Bill
nodded and curled back in on himself, trying to keep from crying. He was in so
much trouble.
They sat in silence for the rest of the ride. One didn't speak out of fear, the
other out of anger. To Bill, the ride seemed to end way too quickly when they
arrived to their home. The adult parked the car and ordered the blonde to head
inside without him.
Bill did as he was told and got out of the vehicle and scurried off into the
house, leaving his father to gather himself. The teen knew what he had to do,
he had to sit in the chair with his hands in his lap and his head down, years
of previous punishments having drilled this into the adolescent. It always
pleased his father when he was waiting for him in his chair, instead of running
off to his room and trying to escape discipline like he had when he was
younger.
Running and resisting only makes it worse…. Bill thought bitterly as he heard
the door open, indicating that David entering the household. The green eyed
human walked towards the younger and lifted his head up, then slapped him hard
across the cheek. Before the other could recover, he gripped his chin tightly
and forced his child to look at him.
“How dare you? Not only did you mention that fucking bitch, but the way you
spoke to me, in public might I remind you, was just unacceptable. You're going
to be punished for humiliating me, but first take of the damn hoodie and your
shirt along with it”
Bill sniffed as tears gathered in his strange eyes. He attempted to blink them
away, but all he succeeded in doing was causing them to cascade down his
cheeks. He was more upset about his dad calling his mom a bitch. His mother
wasn't a bitch, she was beautiful and kind and she always put Bill before
herself, always protected him. She wasn't here to protect him now though……
The blonde hastily did as directed, taking off his hoodie and shirt, revealing
proof of the previous beatings the teen had received. Scars and bruises
littered the child's dark, freckled body. His father only really beat him when
Bill misbehaved or when he was drunk. Bill would take his father’s harsh
beating over what he did when he was drunk any day.
“Turn around, hands on the wall.” David commanded as he freed his belt from his
pants, folding it in half. Bill held his breath as he heard his parent lift his
arm over his head and took the first swing.
~~~~~~~~~~~
After breakfast, the Pines family headed home to relax for a bit. Mabel
immediately greeted her pet pig, Waddles, and started making some more sweaters
for her and her friends, even her very picky girlfriend.
Pacifica was…..an interesting person, to say the least. She was cruel, stuck
up, and never cared too much for Dipper, but his sister loved her so they
tolerated each other. The blonde girl treated Mabel very good and that's all
that mattered. As long as Mabel wasn't hurt in anyway, he didn't care who she
dated. As long as she didn't date Bill.
Dipper sighed, he just couldn't keep the asshole out of his mind for very long.
At least now he got some new information on the other. Strict father, mother
isn't around for whatever reason, real name is William, and heterochromia. One
yellow and one blue, and interesting combination.
“Monday should be fun…..”
“What?”
“Nothing, Mabel!”
Chapter End Notes
     I'm back! Sorry for the long wait! Also sorry for it being short.
     Hope you like it!
***** Home is where the heart is, they say. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Bill cried out as his father landed the last blow on his lower back, the metal
piece tearing into his flesh. By the time the man was done, the blonde was
shaking and had blood running down his back in thin lines. Thirty two angry,
red lashes marked up the boy’s back, five of them bleeding. Once he realized no
more hits were coming, Bill fell to his knees and rested his forehead against
the wall, trying to level his breathing.
David took a deep breath himself and set the belt on a nearby table, then
clapped his hands together which caused the younger to flinch at the sudden
noise. “Alright, now that that is taken care of, Wil-...Bill, go to your room.
You're going to bed without lunch or supper tonight.” He sighed and walked into
the kitchen, searching for something to eat.
The child slowly pulled himself up and inched his way up the stairs to his
room. Unlike most teenagers, Bill kept his room very clean, due to his mild
OCD. He couldn't stand something being out of place, if his dad came in and
moved something, he would start glaring at the object until his dad realized
his mistake and put it back. The room was pretty spacious and had bright yellow
walls covered in drawings or paintings the blonde had done. Most were more on
the gory and scary side, but they were very well drawn. He did draw happy and
‘normal’ stuff though, he just kept those in a sketchbook no one was allowed to
look at.
Bill walked towards his bed and collapsed on it face first to avoid causing
more pain to his back. His tears had dried up on his way up the stairs, like
they always do. He may cry before and during the punishments, but never after.
After was his time to think, so he never wasted that time on crying. So there
he laid, thinking for hours and hours before a gentle knock brought him back to
reality. He already knew who it was though, so he didn't turn around to look.
He didn't even move.
Mr. Cipher opened the door to his son’s room, holding a cup of water and small
dish of brightly colored pills of all different shapes and sizes. “Son” He
spoke without emotion. “It's time to take your medicine.” He watched the boy
slowly sit up, being very mindful of his back.
The adult slowly made his way over to Bill’s bed, different colored eyes
watching him the whole way. He sat down and handed the blonde the cup of water,
then one pill at a time. Bill didn't fight or argue like he usually did, he
took his medications willingly. He hated his medicine, they made his head hurt
and his eyes feel heavy. After he took all of his medicine, he just stared at
the ground and held the half empty glass of water. His father sighed and got
up, walking out of his child's room.
Bill laid back down and curled up on his side. He had about tenminutes until
the melatonin knocked him out.
Ten.
Ten…..
Ten year old Bill Cipher was hell on wheels. Running around, getting dirty,
breaking things, climbing trees, jumping out of said trees, all those crazy
shenanigans that kids do. A lot of things happened to Bill when he was ten. He
lost his last baby tooth. He started fifth grade. He learned how to play
basketball. His mom left him…..
Mrs. Cipher, Hazel, meant the world to Bill. There was never a mother that
cared more about her child than how she did hers. That strong bond between
mother and son that only few understood. His mother was kind and gentle, never
yelled or hit her son, even when he was being difficult. Whenever he was sad,
she would always pet his hair and kiss his nose, making him giggle every time.
When Bill was smaller, Hazel would set his feet on top of hers and they would
dance around in the living room. When it was bedtime, she would tell him
everything she loved about him, then she would sing him to sleep, giving him a
goodnight kiss on his forehead. She loved him so much, more than anything in
the world.
Bill shook as a soft sob traveled through his body. He hated remembering, but
he also cherished the memories he had of his mom. No matter what his dad says,
his mom was the greatest mom to ever exist. With drowsiness pulling at his
eyelids, the blonde slipped off into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry I've been gone so long.
***** Monday *****
“It's Monday! Yay!” Said no one ever.
Dipper slammed his head down on the cafeteria table and let out a loud, draw
out groan. Mabel, who was sitting next to him, rolled her eyes and continued
flirting with Pacifica Northwest. Mabel was one of the few, very few, people
that were immune to the Monday's power and took Mondays in stride. Dipper on
the other hand….
“Ugh, fuck me!”
“Gladly~” Came a familiar purr.
The male twin slowly pulled his head up to glare at the smirking blonde that
had wiggled his way into the open seat next to him. His bruised cheek had faded
from a extremely dark spot to just some light discoloration. His blue eye was
also covered, as usual. The only thing different about Bill was a faded yellow
hoodie that look like it had been through a few years of abuse. Also the gold
triangle earrings.
“What do you want, Cipher? Mondays are bad enough as it is without you coming
along to bother me.”
The shorter male shrugged and just kept on grinning, like he always does. “My
purpose in life is to annoy you, Pinetree. If I didn't do that, what would I do
with my spare time?”
“I don't know, maybe go annoy someone else, William” Dipper spat his real name
like it was the most vile thing he had ever said. Bill went stiff and his fists
clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white, all the while his visible eye
twitching. He shot up and grabbed Dipper by the collar of his shirt, looking
ready to kill.
“I don't know how you know it, but don't say that name, ever. Or I will
personally rip out your insides and use them as Christmas decorations.” He
hissed, surprisingly calm, before he shoved the brunette away and stormed off
around the corner. Everyone watched him leave and then shifted to look at
Dipper, who felt very small all of a sudden. Bill had never done that before.
The blonde would playfully threaten him and shove him around a bit, but never
threaten his life so seriously and make it sound like a promise.
“What the heck just happened?” Mabel was just as stunned as her brother.
“I think I might have fucked up….”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dipper sighed as he walked down the sidewalk. Bill hadn't showed up for any of
his classes and was nowhere to be seen when school ended. After driving home,
he told his family that he was going for a walk, that he needed to clear his
head. So here he was, walking towards the playground. Why the playground? He
wanted to sit on the swings, plan and simple.
It was October and the temperature had begun to drop, the leaves turning into a
kaleidoscope of warm colors. Halloween was just around the corner, so there
were decorations everywhere. Dipper hated the cold, preferred the summer over
the harsh Oregon winter.
As the high schooler approached the playground, he noticed a figure in a yellow
hoodie sitting on the swing set, kicking his legs idly. It was Bill. Fuck.
Dipper had half a mind to turn a bolt, but his other half demanded that he go
over there and apologize to the blonde for this morning. He shouldn't have used
his birth name, he of all people should know what it's like to not want to be
called by your real name. Curse him being a nice person. So he trudged forward
and sat down right next to his bully. The scent of smoke assaulted his nose
before he could even look at the other.
“Hey” Dipper spoke softly, hoping to not upset Bill more that he already was.
Bill glanced at him for a second, a lit cigarette between his lips, and his
golden eye pierced through Dipper’s very soul. The blonde took a deep drag and
blew the smoke out slowly, not seeming to care that the Pines twin was right
next to him. “I'm sorry about what I said this morning. It was uncalled for.”
Bill chuckled lightly, turning to grin at the other. “What, did your mommy send
you here to apologize? Did you come here on your terms and actually feel sorry,
or are you just scared of me and hope that by apologizing I'll spare your sorry
ass?” The look in his single eye said that he doubted that Dipper actually felt
sorry. He took another drag.
“No, I actually feel sorry for what I said. I know what it's like to hate your
given name.” The brunette looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with
Bill.
“No you don't. It's one thing to hate your name, it's another to not be able to
hear it without your heartbreaking.”
Dipper was about to ask about what he meant, but thought against it and changed
the subject. “Why are you here by yourself? Usually, your friends are all over
you”
“They aren't my friends, I don't have any friends. They're more like minions
than anything. That and I didn't want to go home.” The shorter scoffed and
hugged himself as a cold breeze ripped through his body, shivering slightly.
“Why don't you want to go home?” Dipper thought it was probably because his
strict dad was going to make him do his homework or something.
“Because reasons, Pinetree.” Another long drag.
“Does your dad know you smoke?”
“Nope, but he'll find out eventually. Just another thing for him to be
disappointed about.”
“What about your mom?” Dipper was treading into dangerous territory now, but
damn he was curious.
The blonde visibly stiffened, but whether that was the cold or something else,
Dipper didn't know. He didn't respond for a long time, just hugged himself
tighter and breathed more nicotine into his lungs. Finally, after what felt
like an eternity of awkwardness, he spoke, only to say “I'm not about to open
myself up to you and tell you my life story.”
“Wh-”
“Alright! You got your answers, now it's time for mine. How did you know my
name?” At least he was acting like himself……
“I overheard you and your dad at the Diner on Saturday”
“Why are YOU here by yourself?”
“I needed to clear my head and wanted sometime to myself since my sister and I
share a room.”
“Why did you come over here when you know I might have beaten you up?”
Dipper hesitated. “.....Because I wanted to apologize and you looked kinda
lonely”
“Final question, have you ever smoked or done anything even mildly bad?”
He bit his lip. “I once took an extra juice at breakfast without paying for
it…” Bill bust out laughing, causing Dipper to flush red. “What?! Why are you
laughing?” It took a while, but Bill eventually calmed down and collected
himself.
“I'm laughing because you're such a goody two shoes! You think stealing an
extra juice is bad? Seriously?” Dipper’s blush deepened as he crossed his arms
and pouted. What could he say? He took more after his Grunkle Ford than Stan.
The blonde stood and stretched a hand out to the blushing brunette. “Come on.”
Dipper was hesitant at first, should he really just go with Bill, his bully?
Said bully had a soft smile on his face, seeming to hold no malicious intent.
As he felt his defenses crumbling, Dipper sighed and grabbed the other’s hand,
who hauled him up. Bill started to drag him off, which caused the taller to
ask. “Where are we going?”
“I'm going to show you how to have fun.”
It was at this point that Dipper knew, he fucked up…..again.
***** Having some "fun" *****
Chapter Notes
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“Put your hood up” Dipper rushed to follow the blonde’s orders, slipping his
hand out of Bill’s hold and sliding his hood over his hat. When he looked back
at his company, he already had his hood up and was pulling a plastic bag out
from under his hoodie, containing various cans of spray paint.. One, where the
fuck did he get those? Two,, why the hell does he need them?
They were behind the bar and Bill looked like a fucking maniac with the grin he
was sporting. He shook a black can of spray paint and popped of the cap.
“What are you doing?!” Dipper whisper yelled, not wanting to get caught, but
also not wanting to commit vandalism.
Bill rolled his eye. “Isn't it obvious? I'm having fun” Then, he started to
draw with the paint. The brunette sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this battle,
and turned to keep watch. He stood there for about an hour, listening to
popping caps and paint being sprayed. The teenager glanced down at his watch
and started to turn around, groaning quietly.
“Are you almost done yet? I don't wan-” He cut himself off when he saw what the
other had been working on.
It was only a couple feet wide and high, but it was really well done. In the
background, there was a crumbling building and a mushroom cloud that indicated
an explosion. In the center, there was a giant illuminati watching over
everyone. It's bricks looked off place and a couple seemed to be missing,
revealing gory insides that highly contrasted with the yellow bricks. The eye
was bleeding and pierced through Dipper’s soul. Fleshy tendrils were emerging
from behind the illuminati, reaching out to grab something. It was fucking
terrifying and fucking amazing.
“Sorry, it took so long, but you know what they say, can't rush art.” Bill said
while finishing up some writing at the bottom. Once he was done, he tossed the
can carelessly to the side and smiled at Dipper. The words written shook the
brunette to his core.
Always watching :)
“Well? Do you like it?” Bill asked, as if he needed praise for what he did. He
had paint all over his hands and his face, making him look surprisingly cute.
“It's….amazing. Where did you learn how to do this?” The shorter teen’s cheeks
flushed slightly, that was knew, as he looked off to the side a bit shyly, that
was also new.
“I didn't really learn, it was more like I practiced. Where I grew up, there
were a lot of abandoned buildings that no one cared about, so I just did what
normal teenagers do and rebelled. Just had fun with it.”
“Why the Illuminati though? Are you….a member or something?”
Bill giggled slightly. “No, I just like triangles and single eyed objects. I'm
not part of a secret society or cult, surprisingly. Now” He leaned down and
pulled out blue spray paint from the bag, handing it to Dipper. “Your turn!”
At first, he tried to refuse and push the can away, but the shorter persisted
with that adorable smile that got teachers to drop detentions. Eventually, the
weaker man gave up and took the can, gingerly applying it to the wall. After
about thirty minutes, he stepped back to admire what he did.
It sucked.
A sloppy little blue triangle with noodle arms and a tiny crooked top hat. He
had taken Bill’s lead and made an illuminati, but made it his own. It's eye was
closed and had a line through it, a tear drop beneath it. It's arms were
hanging at its side limply, the poor thing look very sad. It wasn't even on the
same level as Bill’s, but you could at least tell what it was.
“Not bad for a first timer.” Bill praised and almost gave Dipper a ‘good job’
slap on the back, but thought against it when he looked at his hand.
The brunette smiled, it felt nice getting a compliment from Bill. He and the
blonde began to walk off from the bar, leaving the scene to be found by some
random citizen.
“I hate to say it, but that was kinda fun” Dipper chuckled as they walked down
the street, the sky just starting to turn darker. Bill grinned and playfully
bumped into him.
“Told ya! Ah, I love converting people”
They stayed out for a few hours, well after dark, just hanging out like
friends. They were laughing and shoving each other, having a great time until
Bill’s phone rang. The slightly annoying tone shocking the boys out of their
haze. The blonde pulled his phone and looked at the caller ID, all happiness
draining from his face.
“Sorry, I have to take this….” He walked a few feet away from his companion
before answering. Dipper could only watch as Bill talked on the phone, only
picking up on a bit of the conversation.
“Hey, dad…….no, I'm with a friend….yes I know…..yeah…….I….just let
me-.....fine….I understand…..see you at home…” He hung up and slipped the phone
in his pocket before turning to look at the brunette, a painfully fake smile on
his lips. “I gotta go, man. Sorry.”
Dipper frowned a bit since he was rather enjoying his time with Bill.
“Okay….um, see you later then?” The blonde nodded and started to walk off. The
taller took a deep breath. “H-hey! You...uh...can we do this again sometime? I
had fun” Bill genuinely smiled and nodded again, then continued towards his
home.
Maybe this could work, maybe they could be….friends. Bill really wasn't so
bad…...
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