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  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines, Stanford_Pines/Stanley_Pines
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      Dipper_Pines, Bill_Cipher, Mabel_Pines, Stanford_Pines, Stanley_Pines,
      Grenda, Candy_Chiu, Wendy_Corduroy, Jesus_"Soos"_Alzamirano_Ramirez,
      Melody_(Gravity_Falls), Pacifica_Northwest, Fiddleford_H._McGucket,
      "Lazy"_Susan_Wentworth, Sheriff_Blubs, Deputy_Durland, Tad_Strange,
      Gideon_Gleeful
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      takes_place_after_the_show, rough_relationship, no_extreme_abuse, Fluff
      and_Angst, Human_Bill_Cipher, Threats_of_Rape/Non-Con, Spoilers_-_Journal
      3, Blood_Drinking, Blood_Kink, Tragedy, Minor_Character_Death, Suicide,
      Attempted_Homocide, Fluff, Cuddles, (throwing_these_last_two_tag_in_to
      make_this_seem_not_as_bad_as_it_probably_is)
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      Published: 2016-06-10 Completed: 2017-08-27 Chapters: 54/54 Words: 94079
****** The Stone in His Chest ******
by Chuchiwan
Summary
     Mabel and Dipper have enjoyed summers spent up in Gravity Falls with
     their great uncles for a few years. But this summer brings with it
     fear and pain from an entity thought to be erased from existence.
     Dipper is determined to change things... But with unknown sacrifices
     that may lead to his own destruction.
Notes
     Hello~ so this is my first Gravity Falls fanfic! One of the main
     reasons I am writing this Bipper story is because I like this pair
     and almost every story I find for them is abuse, violence, self harm,
     and so on. I understand Bill is somewhat of a demon, but I don't like
     to see Dipper get mutilated in their apparent 'love' stories. And so,
     there may be a hateful relationship of enemies in the beginning,
     things will began to change. Hope you like it!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** In The Fog *****
The air was thick. This could be a feeling contrived by the dense,
claustrophobic fog. Or, it could very well be that the air was simply thicker
in the cemetery. He was hoping for the first, but wishing for the latter as he
sat on the headstone, it's owner's name long withered away.
Scratching his head with his pencil, he documented in his journal that 'in
certain areas of the graveyard, it was hard to move or breathe, as if in a
bubble of honey.' Scratch that; it sounded dumb- 'like an increase of gravity,
always by graves with their dates too faded to make out.' Satisfied, he hauled
his backpack from the grave beside him and shoved his journal among his school
books.
As he wandered through the fog towards the exist of the cemetery, his mind
trailed back to the letter he had, still laying on the desk to his room at home
from his two great uncles, who (as far as the letter proclaimed) were on an
island close to the Bermuda Triangle. Fifteen pages inclosed some of what
Stanford would be investigating: the water being magnetically charged, and two
paragraphs from Stanley saying that they would both show off the cool things
they had snagged along their travels that upcoming summer.
He itched for summer. Not because there was a misquote currently sucking his
blood through his jacket sleeve. "Ow!" He slapped his arm and the bug
splattered with his own blood, leaving a red mark on his favorite jacket.
"Great. Just great!" Yes, summers in Oregon with his great uncles beat the
scorching and unpredictable desert-like weather of California. And, he couldn't
wait to get away from high school where he was constantly bullied, to Gravity
Falls where he could show grunkle Ford the -small, but very- weird things he
had documented near his house. He had even accidentally stepped in a fairy
circle a few weeks ago. Boy, that had warped his perception of fairies. If
Mabel hadn't saved him, he'd probably be absorbed by the fairies so that they
could become taller and be able live among humans... But he doubted the
possibility of that actually happening, as no one among them knew where that
idea had come about.
The (quite literal) deathly silence of the street outside of the cemetery had
him biting his lip. Days were getting longer as spring settled into winter's
seat, but staying out until seven left him with just the last rays of light,
hidden by dark clouds that were sure to be rain clouds soon enough. The fog
spilling out of the graveyard made it almost look like snow. But in this
section of the valley, fog was the closest he ever got to snow, even in the
dead of winter. He hadn't meant to stay out this late. He would have to hurry
home before his phone started screaming its annoying ringtone, saying that
Mabel or their mom was calling him- Oh shit! The blood on his jacket sleeve!
He'd have to hide it from his mom as he had promised not to get any stains on
it during the first week of possessing it.
Too consumed with his thoughts, he didn't take notice of the other figure
lurking in the fog... They were following him to his left. A hand sprung out
from the fog to grab the hood of his jacket, but retreated into the cloudy
oblivion as yet another figure jumped from the fog. "Boo!" the figure yelled in
the boy's face, who screamed in a deeper voice than he normally did. Puberty
had evened it out some, but he was still embarrassed of it's feminine quality.
The one that had attacked him was his twin sister, who was bent over in
laughter as he tried to slow his heart-rate and hyperventilation.
"Mabel! That wasn't funny!" She patted his shoulder, still trying to stop
laughing "Oh my gosh, your scream! Totally worth it!" She belted out another
dorky snort of a laugh and he sighed, trying not to get angry. He started
walking for home with Mabel in toe. He asked, half interested, while the other
half was still a bit pissed at her "Why are you even out here? Shouldn't you be
doing your homework?" "I knew you'd be out 'mystery hunting' and you were
talking about the graveyard in your sleep last night! I could hear you through
the wall." Upon saying 'mystery hunting' she attempted an impression of the
weather man... At least, that's what it sounded like to him. Their house was
coming into view now and Mabel raced ahead, walking backwards to keep an eye on
him "Dipper, you'll be excited to know that I already finished my homework -
BEFORE YOU!" She started laughing triumphantly, but was cut short as she
tripped over the raised curb. Her thumb quickly shot up and from her hair
covered face came the gruff "I'm good."
Dipper helped her up and let her inside the house first. She was going on about
needing to cover her scratched hand with some glitter glue so that, when it
healed, her skin would be sparkly. Both he and their mom called 'No it won't'
in the hopes of stopping her, but by the sound of her bedroom door closing
quickly, she was probably on her way to doing it anyway. He was about to step
inside and ask what was for dinner when something moving in the fog over in the
street caught his eye. Yet, when he turned to face it, the fog did not stir.
This usually meant nothing, but Dipper felt something... Something familiar and
terrifyingly close.
"Come inside and close the door, you'll let the fog in." His mom called from
inside the house. He shook his head and backed into the house as to keep an eye
on the fog before closing the door and locking it up tight.
The being in the fog smiled broadly at the thrill of being caught for the first
time. It was only a matter of patience.
After all; summer was just around the corner.
***** Outside His Window *****
Chapter Notes
     Yeah~ so I lied. It would take FOREVER for this story to go anywhere
     if I put only one chapter up a week. On that realization, I have
     decided to try and post a new chapter every other day. I may fail at
     some point to update on time, but not to fear! This story will be
     sought through til the end!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dipper had trouble sleeping through the next couple of nights. It seemed that
his eyes would constantly travel to his bedroom window overlooking the street.
Mabel hadn't asked any questions or made fun of him when he asked to sleep in
her room the night before. After what had happened to the both of them during
their first summer in Gravity Falls, nightmares were not uncommon. Dipper's
just seemed to be more frequent and more violent than her's because of his
anxious and worried behaviors. But he hadn't dreamt those horrible dreams for a
couple of weeks; he just had an unspeakable sense of danger right outside his
window.
His eyes shifted from the window to his desk in the corner. The moonlight
coming in was bright enough for him to make out his journal, a few sheets of
homework that were finished, pencils with green aliens printed on black plastic
wrappings, and three or four of the best pictures taken during he and Mabel's
summers in Gravity Falls. The one with Grunkle Ford and Stan squishing pie in
he and Mabel's faces at their fifteenth birthday party was the most recent and,
even though the fear of the thing in the fog still lingered in the forefront of
his mind, he smiled at the memory.
There was a noise, and then a shadow stretched into his room, covering his view
of the desk and making him inhaled sharply. A triangle. A triangle with arms
and legs. In a fit of fear, he struggled out of his blankets and jumped back,
grabbing the first thing he could to use as a weapon -which ended up being a
movie case. He pointed it to the window with shaky, fumbling hands. Nothing.
His eyes looked around frantically and found that the only thing to be observed
was the window laying open. He sat down the movie and quickly shut the window,
locking it again. He had locked it before, hadn't he? The adrenalin was
blurring his thoughts and he couldn't remember if he had or not. He turned on
the lights of his room and, just for a second, he saw him: Bill Cipher,
hovering and faced away from him.
Gasping filled the darkness and his eyes followed the curves of the roof above
his bed. He looked back to the window, but it hadn't changed. Straight across
and above his desk, was the tacked up picture of his fifteenth birthday, But,
unlike before, the image made his stomach ache.
"Mabel?" She stirred but didn't wake, so he crept further into her room,
jumping unintentionally when the door squeaked behind him. He nudged her arm
and she lightly swatted it away. He tried again and got a swift kick in the
gut. Man, she acquired super human strength in her sleep or something. He was
still trying to breathe when his twin pushed her blankets back and sat up
groggily. "Dipper?" "Yeah." He felt awkward, explaining himself, but it seemed
tonight was not going to be pushed under the rug. "Did you have another
nightmare?"
Had it been a nightmare? He wish he had the peace of mind to think and be so
sure as the concern was drawn across her face... "Mabel, I think..." He looked
for words, but failing to grasp any, he met her with an unsure expression. She
huffed a piece of hair from her eyes and scooted over with a reluctant sigh
"Alrighty bed-buddy, but I'm inviting over some girls from school tomorrow
night so... Are you alright? You're shaking a lot." She laughed that way she
does when she's trying to lighten the mood. He offered her a weak smile as he
climbed into her bed.
"I... Sorry for being such a baby about these... nightmares." He couldn't tell
her about seeing Bill; it would freak her out as much as he was. Bill Cipher
was dead, wasn't he? Grunkle Stan and Ford had gotten rid of him for good...
Right? She rubbed her wiggly hands in his face "Ow, Mabel-" "Don't worry, I'll
take care of you..." She then poked his cheek and added with a stifled giggle
"Baby Dipper." Dipper stared up at the ceiling with furrowed brows. "Don't me
call that." The room was silent for a long moment and then a whisper of "Baby
Dipper." The latter groaned and turned away from her.
Chapter End Notes
     Hoped you liked this chapter! Again; thanks to Mystrious Mr.K for
     fixing all my horrible grammer mistakes! Please look forward to the
     next chapter~
***** Return to Summer *****
Chapter Notes
     Another chapter~! This is the real start to the story I believe...
     Enjoy!
The bus pulled up to the station with a loud hiss. Among their luggage, Mabel
was bouncing with excitement. She screamed when she saw Stanley, Stanford,
Soos, Melody, Wendy, Grenda, and Candy waving at her through the window.
Turning, and still screaming, she shook Dipper roughly, who joined in on the
screaming for an entirely different reason. She jumped over him as he rubbed
what was left of the sleep from his eyes.
Mabel practically- wait, no...literally jumped on Grunkle Stan, who only stayed
standing because his twin brother held his shoulders to steady him.
Dipper stepped off the bus with a bag over his shoulder and smiled as Soos came
at him with a big 'bro hug' as he had declared it and lifted him off his feet.
It was crushing his spine, but he endured it "Dude, you're like a string bean
or somethin'." Dipper was turning red in the face, most likely from the loss of
air. Thankfully, Melody patted Soos on the shoulder and he let go of him,
rubbing at his neck "Oh, sorry about that." Taking a deep breath, Dipper smiled
"It's fine."
"Whoa, Dipper, was that your voice? You don't sound like a broken whistle
anymore." Wendy ruffled his hair. He was a little bothered by his hair being
messed up, and the fact that she seemed to still tower over him, but his smile
betrayed his mood. Before he could defend his voice, Ford clapped him on the
shoulder "Forgetting to say hi to someone?" Never. Dipper would never forget
about his two Grunkles. Even though he thought hugging relatives was awkward,
especially in front of friends, he pulled both of his great uncles into a hug.
Mabel had managed to latch onto Stan's leg 'Making it a four-some hug'. God,
Dipper really wished his sister knew how that sounded. The hug dispatched as it
usually did with the Pines family: awkward coughs and minimal eye contact.
The Mystery Shack was still the same. Even the smell of dust and mildew that
emitted from the cheap merchandise in the gift shop remained. Melody led Dipper
and Mabel to the room they shared every summer... It was pink. "Melody! I love
what you've done with the place!" Mabel noticed the small crib in the corner
and stared at it with an oblivious smile before turning back to her. "Awe~ You
got Waddles a wittle bed!" Dipper sighed and Melody looked to him
sympathetically. "You don't mind, do you? It's only temporary." He shrugged it
off and scratched his cheek awkwardly. "So, uh... Are you..." She waved her
hand dismissively with a laugh, "Nah, I just planned out a nursery for a baby
girl before I even got pregnant." This lost Dipper. He stared at her smiling
face as Mabel pointed out the piece of gum she had put on the ceiling the year
before. "Was that... Sarcasm?" She nodded and his eyes widened. "You're
serious?! Oh my god, c-congratulations!"
Mabel gasped audibly, "Wait, you mean there's going to be a little Soos-
Soos.jr!? OOOOHHH MY GOD!" "Don't worry about the baby taking over the room;
Soos painted this room before realizing that the baby should be on the bottom
floor with us. You should have seen his face, he looked like he had seen some
murder or something. Anyways, you two make yourself at home, I've got to go
clean up a snow globe accident in the gift shop." They both called after her,
"Okay, thanks Melody!"
When she left the room, Dipper dropped his bag where he stood and let himself
fall backward onto the dusty bed. He let his eyes start to close, but held them
open as Mabel's face appeared above his "Hey, sleepy-head. You going to take a
nap or something?" Nodding in response, he watched as she lingered before
hoping off his bed and starting for the stairs. "I'm going to be out talking to
Candy and Grenda about Candy's spring dance~! I know you don't want to miss it,
so hurry up and come down stairs!"
Back in California, it had been hell since the night he saw (or thought he saw)
Bill in his room. Nightmares and eerie feelings followed him everywhere. He
tried his best to not make Mabel or their parents worry, but the seniors that
regularly bullied him had stepped up their game when they noticed his fidgety
behavior. His nickname at school had become 'twitchy-bitchy.' Mabel had bit a
boy in her class when she had heard him refer to her brother like that, sending
her to the principal's office, which led to their parents getting involved.
The next week, Dipper had gone home with his nickname written on his shirt. His
mom had hugged him and he had flinched away from the anger hidden behind her
sympathetic expression. He couldn't have possibly told his parents about what
had happened during Weirdmageddon in Gravity Falls unless he never wanted to
see his friends and great uncles again. So, he didn't tell them. But Mabel had
butted in and told their parents that he had been having nightmares and
couldn't sleep. That had led to their parents confiscating all his video games
and movies, thinking that their 'violence' was the cause.
The paranoia of Bill still being alive and out there watching him was visible
in the bags that had developed under his eyes from little to no sleep. But
here, in The Mystery Shack, with everyone who helped in the fight against Bill,
he let himself relax.
"Hey, Pinetree!" He screamed and sat up. No one was in the room, but he could
have sworn he heard... "No." He clamped his eyes tightly shut and took a deep
breath to calm himself. It had been a nightmare. He looked out the window and
saw Mabel and her friends out by the totem pole. Candy and Grenda laughed as
his sister made a sour gummy look like a long bugger dangling from her nose.
Stan and Ford were talking to Soos about something. Dipper would be part of
this scene, too. He would talk to uncle Ford about Bill, who would reassure him
that he was getting worried for no reason.
He got up from the bed, and went downstairs to join the others.
***** I'm Jim *****
Chapter Notes
     I don't really have anything to say about this one... So... Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Dipper! You finally got up, you lazy bag of bones!" Mabel shoved a bag of
gummy worms in his face, shacking them and wiggling her brow in the hopes he
would take one, but he had seen her from the window and wasn't sure if she had
ate the worm she had up her nose or just thrown it back in the bag, so he
ignored the bag being shoved in his face and looked to her "Mabel, where's
uncle Ford?" She shrugged and shoved a handful of the sour works into her
mouth, tearing up as she tried to chew them, but gave up and spit them back
into the bag. yep, he was glad he hadn't taken any of those "He probably went
to his lab- but there's Grunkle Stan coming out of the closet!" He looked over
and saw Stan dragging a garbage bag out of a closet inside the house visible by
a window. Dipper looked to his sister with a wary expression "Are you saying
things like that on purpose?" She looked to him with a smile "What do you
mean?" Candy looked up from the magazine she and Grenda were looking over and
gave a muffled laugh.
Instead of getting into anextremely awkward conversation with Mabel, he opted
on taking his cue to leave "Well, I'm going to go talk to Uncle Ford." She
looked over Grenda's shoulder and gasped at the magazine "Oh my gosh! He is so
cute!" "I know! I just want to rip him out and squeeze him!" Grenda added.
Having lost Mabel's attention, Dipper started back to the shack. He had taken
his first step onto the porch when he saw something to the side of the house,
he wasn't quite sure what it had been... But thinking it might be a creature he
hadn't seen, he stepped from the door to the side of the building, where inside
Stanley dragged the suspiciously heavy and slimy garbage bag with grunts of
effort, mumbling about Ford being an ungrateful bastard.
No one was on the back side of the house, only the yellowing grass clearing and
the tree line. "Huh..." Guess he hadn't seen anything. He was on the verge of
his foot turning to the front of the shack, but something grabbed his arms from
behind, and covered his mouth so he couldn't scream... Well, he could and he
did, but no one would have heard it. He tried kicking and elbowing the person-
it was obviously human by the way the hand pulling at his face looked and felt.
The perpetrator was yanking him to the woods. Oh god, this was a creep! He
flailed his arms and legs, desperately, even going as far as biting the
person's hand that covered his mouth, to no vail.
He watched in horror as he was dragged backwards into the wood. He was going to
be killed! Oh fuck- or what if he decided to do something worst? The person
suddenly threw him to the ground, laughing manically at his bleeding hand from
where Dipper and bitten him. He tried to stand up, the man... No, he was a
teenager, probably the same age as him, maybe a few years older, his spiked
hair was blond, his skin a deathly pale, and his eyes- god, those scared Dipper
the most- they were gold... And very cold for the size of the grin he was
sporting.
The stranger pulled out a blade as he sat on the struggling boy's chest, he
pointed the pocket knife at Dipper's throat and he stopped struggling "Who the
hell are you?" He laughed, laughed like he had never heard something more
hilarious... It was familiar some how. "Whoa, kid. You kiss you're mother with
that mouth?" Dipper glared at him and was about to yell for help when the
stranger pushed his blade harsher against his neck "Ah-ah~ you wouldn't want to
spoil the moment by inviting your friends, would you?" "Who are you? What do
you want with me?" He was trying to sound more angry than his fear, but when
the stranger looked up to where he had pinned his hands above his head he was
sure the assailant could see they were shacking, this seemed to only make him
more excited.
"Revenge. The sweet gooey kind that has you all covered in it." Dipper gulped
and tried to turn his head as far away from the stranger as he leaned over his
face, his lips almost touching his ear. Dipper shut his eyes tight with a
pathetic whimper, he wish he could call out for help, or shove this maniac off
him, but the knife was nearly piercing his neck and any movement or call could
drive this teen to kill him. The breath was on the shell of his ear, and he
involuntarily flinched when the other started to whisper.
"Got you, Pinetree."
No.... No no no no no NO!! Dipper shoved against the other more violently than
before, not caring as blood started to pour from a shallow gash in his neck,
Bill was still smiling madly as he was over powered and his knife turned on him
but in hands much too shaky "Aaah. It looks like I've been caught." He thought
it was funny, huh? He was at the advantage now, Bill raised his hands up in a
surrender. But why? Why was he giving up so easily? Dipper could kill him, and
he wanted to... But he had a feeling he shouldn't... At least, not yet.
Standing, he put the other's knife to his side. The frown formed on Bill's face
as he watched the other sparing him "So what, you think I'm not good enough to
kill?" Dipper looked down at him, then yelled "Grunkle Stan! Help!" He could
see the back clearing of the shack still and his great uncle just happened to
be turning on the hose in the back when he called. Stanley saw him just barely
through the trees and called back "Huh? What are you doin' out there, kid?"
Dipper sighed, and yelled back "Come here!"
"What do you plan to do? Tell him to kill me because you're too shrimpy to do
it yourself? Gees, I didn't remember you were so pathetic." He ignored Bill,
who wasn't even trying to fight his capture it seemed, but he was pissy about
it... Like a teenager, oddly enough. Stan appeared among the trees with them,
holding a can of Pit Soda while he looked between the two of them before taking
a gulp from the can "So what? Were you about to shank him, or something?" He
pointed to the knife Dipper was holding who stared at him with a look as if he
was wondering where the hell he gotten that idea from and yelled frustratedly
"He's Bill Cipher in disguise!" Now Stan had turned his look of himself.
"That's crazy talk, I killed him, didn't I?" Then he noticed his grandnephew
was bleeding and looked to the boy sitting on the ground looking rather bored
with the current events "Who the hell are you?" Finally he stood "I'm Jim, my
parents and I just moved in to town a week ago. Can I go now?" ... He was
normal... Maybe, this was just some sicko? Could it be that Dipper had read
into him calling him 'pinetree' too much? He wasn't wearing his hat though, so
way would he call him that?
Stan groaned, then grabbed hold of Jim, twisting his shirt in his fist "My
nephew might have a few screws loose, but I can see your hand prints on his
arms. If you so much as look at him again, you'll be in some deep shit. Got
it?" The teen wasn't smiling, and he nodded in understanding, not fazed in the
least by the older man yelling in his face. He let Jim go and pulled Dipper
with him back to the clearing, who chanced a look back and saw the stranger
smiling insidiously.
They got inside the shack and went into the kitchen. Everyone was outside
besides Ford, who was cooped up in his lab below. Dipper sat down in a chair at
the table as Stan pulled out the first aid kit from above the sink.
"So, uh... What happened with that freakishly heavy kid? I mean, whoa. He
looked light but when I went to yank him off his feet, he must store his fat
somewhere because god damn he was like a whale!" His attempts to lighten the
mood a bit weren't working as Dipper was too busy glaring at the wall, he
turned to him then, however, with a desperate look in his eyes that made
Stanley dread dealing with.
"He was Bill! When he was pinning me down, he called me 'Pinetree' and said
something about revenge! H-he must have come back somehow. Oh god... Why did he
let me overpower him? It was like... He wanted to be captured or something...
You don't believe me, do you?" It was hard to read his great uncles face at
that moment, he was busying his hands with the medical kit, pulling
disinfectant and a large bandaid from its confines and whipping up some of the
blood from his neck for him. He seemed... Subdued, it was a weird mood for
Dipper to see him in and it made him a bit more pissed.
"Kid, I think you just got your first taste of the real world, it isn't always
creature from a different dimensions that want to hurt you. Stay away from that
kid, nothing good can come from that look in his eyes." A silence fell over the
both of them. Dipper realized what had happened could have looked like-hell, he
thought that at one point through the whole ordeal- but it hadn't been that at
all...
Bill Cipher was back, and he wanted revenge.
Chapter End Notes
     I know, right? FINALLY Bill has entered the story~!
***** Forest Fire *****
Chapter Notes
     I wrote this one in the car and now I'm all pukey... But it was
     totally worth it~! Hope you like it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dipper barely went outside for the next few days; only when Mabel was with him
and he never left her side in fear of Bill dragging him off in the woods to
kill him... One thing about what had happened before confused him: Why did Bill
want to be captured? There was no way Bill would let him win that easily. It
must be part of whatever he's up to this time around.
"-How's that scratch on your neck by the way?" Mabel's words broke through his
thoughts and he felt guilty the moment they did... He should've told her the
truth, he should've told uncle Ford what happened, but Stan had told everyone
he had just tumbled in the woods. In his mind, protecting him from having to
admit that he almost got molested. It frustrated Dipper to no end that Stan
didn't believe him, but he didn't talk about it with him because it made Stan
act all weird and overbearing.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I barely notice it's still there. No biggie." "So, what's the
haps then? You're not getting in the summery time mood!" He looked away from
her concerned face "I am in the 'summery time mood' see?" He turned back to her
with a smile which only seemed to make her frown deepen "You look like you saw
a baby kitten get ran over by a serial killer. Depressingly so." "Wow, Mabel...
That's pretty dark."
She was saying something- more like asking- about what was really going on with
him when he saw Bill crossing the road just down the street from them, it felt
as if it were slow motion as the boy who was Bill (or maybe just Bill's host)
turned his head and grinned at him.
"Dipper! Earth to Dipper!" He looked back to her and asked dumbly "What?" She
rolled her eyes and pointed at the teen who was walking away from them. "You
were staring at that guy and he was majorly checking you out!" He wanted to
curl up and die. Not only was she completely off the mark, she was... happy
about it? He couldn't handle this any longer.
Rubbing at his face, he sighed loudly and stopped both of them on the sidewalk,
having her face him fully "Do you wanna know why I haven't been sleeping? Why I
have these bruises and this cut on my neck?" She nodded with big eyes and a
grin as if he was about to tell her a story. "That 'Guy' is Bill Cipher! He
survived somehow and wants revenge!" She frowned and his gut clenched. She
wouldn't believe him either? He ventured to ask, "What?"
"I thought you were going to tell me something more like 'I have a crush on
him' or at least something gossip worthy like 'he asked me out'." "Mabel! This
is serious!" She rolled her eyes "Fine. But we need actual evidence that he's
really Bill! INVESTIGATION TIME!!" Several people looked to them as they
hurried by on their ways.
"Okay, okay... But we need to be careful, he's fast and probably has another
knife." Mabel gasped "He cut your neck? I'm going to rip his head off like a
marshmallow bunny! But it will probably taste like pure evil instead of trans
fats! " He had to wonder when Mabel had become the one to protect him when it
had always seemed to be the other way around before, but he was grateful that
she was giving him the benefit of the doubt.
They tailed the blonde for several blocks, he seemed to be oblivious to their
prescience... But after a while, Dipper began to notice that the road he was
leading them down lead away from town. Eventually, the road began to break away
to dirt and went into the woods, leading to the old church where the dinosaurs
laid hidden in tree sap underneath. He was trying to get them alone in the
woods again.
Dipper stopped Mabel and whispered his concerns in her ear, neither of them
noticing that the person they had been following had taken a sharp right into
the woods, walking until he was out of sight "He's gone!" "Do you think he used
his disappeary power?" "Probably, how else would we loose him so quickly?"
"Maybe 'cause you took your eyes off me." They both jumped back at the sudden
appearance of the taller, grinning teen behind them. "You know, the funny thing
about having two eyes instead of one? You have double the peripheral vision and
you can see miles behind you without even having to twist your head around."
Dipper glared, pushing Mabel and himself back a few steps from the other. "What
do you want, Bill?" He took a step closer "I told you, Pinetree; I want revenge
for ruining my plans, you and you and both your smelly old 'Grunkles'." Mabel
screeched in anger "You butt!" and lunged at him, punching at him with
seemingly no reaction, he pushed her roughly to the floor and Dipper stepped
between them, brandishing the knife he had taken from Bill the first time he
had attacked him. Bill laughed at the sight.
"What do think you're doing? Do you really think you can stab me? Go ahead
Pinetree, come at me." Dipper ran at him with knife and was going to stab it
right into his chest, to end this, but... that wasn't what he wanted, wasn't
it? He stopped himself and instead punched him right in the nose, sending Bill
stumblingly back, clutching his bleeding nose, his surprise broke into anger as
he glared at Dipper who was shaking his hand from the pain in his knuckles. He
had never punched someone before and damn, it hurt like hell!
"What was THAT!? Are you really that pathetic!? 'Ooo~ I'm Dipper Pines, I'm a
wimpy little boy!'" Ignoring Bill, Dipper helped Mabel stand up, who glared at
Bill. "You want to be killed? Why don't you do it yourself!" Then it clicked,
Dipper turned to look at the bloody faced teen in dawning understanding. "He
can't."
Bill's anger stilled and he stared at them coldly, Dipper pointed at him with a
big grin, "Ah-hah! Your stuck in a human body! You can't stand it- you probably
can't use your powers like that!" He started laughing his head off, Mabel
joining in.
For months, Dipper had dreaded Bill's return with an unspeakable amount of
terror, but now... He was just an angry teenager. Bill exploding, not literally
and not metaphorically, the trees behind him became charcoaled, as if a fire
had shriveled them but there hadn't been a fire, at least, not a visible one.
"Silence! Just shut up!" They went quiet but not before Mabel added in a
whisper more to Dipper than to Bill "But he was the one talking."
"I can kill you right here, you both know that, right?" Dipper was feeling
confident, and stuck his chest up "Then do it, you wanted revenge, right?" Bill
bit his lip, thinking something over before shaking it off with a manic laugh.
"Oh my gods! Your faces... Alright, whatever. Fine! Good! I didn't really want
to get my hands drench, but you made me." He punched Dipper in the stomach and
yanked Mabel's hair "Ow! Ow! Hair! Hair!" He laughed, looking to Dipper doubled
over "Hey Pinetree, make sure to watch as I kill your sister in front of you!"
He was about to stab her but tossed her to the side as if she had burned him,
he screamed in frustration and was about to say something to Dipper when a
phone started ringing... It rung and it rung, then finally Bill sighed shakily
with anger and pulled out a phone "Yeah? ... Uh-huh... I'm kind of in the
middle of somethin- FINE!" He hung up and threw the phone against a nearby tree
with a groaned and rubbed his forehead "This was really fun, we should do it
again. See you on the flip side."
"...He's just... Going to walk away?" Mabel was laying on her back looking up
at the tree tops before suddenly sitting up "Ew! He pushed me into the sap. Ah!
It's in my hair, Dipper help!" But Dipper wasn't paying attention to her; he
was watching Bill Cipher walking away, whistling.
Chapter End Notes
     Meh, heh heh... I love writing for Mabel, she's the best. Of course,
     she's not my favorite though, but she's a close... 5th? Anywho~ how
     did you like it? Tell me below!
***** High Levels of Weirdness *****
Chapter Notes
     And so the story continues... The chapters are fairly short right now
     but there will be longer ones in the near future! Anyways~ enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"We aren't lying!" Ford turned from his operating table to give Dipper and
Mabel a serious look, before going back to the slimy mermaid corpse laid out
before him. Mabel was watching in horror as he dissected it, cut open the
stomach, and jammed gloved hands into green guts. She had to cover her mouth in
order not to puke.
"It's impossible, he was erased in Stanley's mind when we used McGucket's
memory erasing device." "But don't you think it's weird, uncle Ford? Why can
Stan remember almost everything now? What if Bill did something at the last
second that saved he and Stan?" Ford set down his surgical knife and turned
fully to the both of them as they sat on the couch. He had brought it down
there for Stanley to sleep on, whereas his bed laid on the other side of the
room behind a vault door. It wasn't much, but the two of them only lived there
during the summers.
"Do you know what your suggesting? Dipper, if this boy is as weak as you say,
he couldn't possibly be Bill. Bill- as much as I've been able to observe- is a
creature from the fifty-second dimension, who's power over our dimension is
only comprehensible to us as being equal to that of dark matter in our outer
space. If he wanted revenge, I dare say he would have killed you the first
time." "But that's just it! He can't for whatever reason. He's already tried
twice! I think he's stuck or something and can barely use his powers."
There was a loud burp as Stan entered the room, closing Stanford's bedroom door
behind him and plopped down between his great niece and nephew in his underwear
"What're we talking about?" Ford looked him over and rolled his eyes "I was
explaining to the kids that the boy they confronted in the woods today was not
Bill Cipher." Stan glared at Dipper "What did I tell you? And now you put your
sister in danger as well as yourself, again!"
Dipper groaned loudly and pulled at his hair in frustration, "For the last
fucking time! He wasn't molesting me!" The room fell silent and Ford's mouth
hung open in shock before shifting an accusing glance at Stanley... The silence
was broken only when Mabel leaned over the side of the couch and vomited what
looked an entire bag of Skittles and glitter. Dipper gagged and got off the
couch and Stanley groaned "Are you sick or something?" She wiped her mouth "No,
but everything I ever believed in is being dissected by Grunkle Ford!"
Dipper looked over his shoulder as he felt Ford grip his shoulder. His face was
still and his eyes fixed on Stanley with anger "Stanley, clean that up, would
you. Dipper and I are going to pay a visit to this 'Jim's' house." Stanley
glared "Me!? Why don't you do it? Your experiment was the reason she ralphed a
unicorn on the floor!" But Stanford and Dipper were already heading up stairs.
"You believe me?" Dipper asked as they made their way into town, Ford looked to
Dipper "I'd rather believe that it is Bill than having to explain to your
parents that we let you and your sister get hurt by a psychotic teenager!" He
held up an odd machine that looked like a modified price scanner. "This machine
can detect high levels of multidimensional beings... I built it when I was
trapped in Bill's dimension. If this boy really is Bill, this will tell us"
They wandered down the streets in an awkward silence brought on by the more
serious sort of conversation. Dipper tried to think of something to talk about,
something less awkward, something that Ford wouldn't shut down immediately as
being too 'intellectually unsatisfying.' But, as he opened his mouth to bring
up his anomaly findings from back in California, the modified scanner began to
emmet a crackling sound much like a metal detector.
"I'm detecting a high level of weirdness in..." He turned slightly, watching
the small screen and pointing it toward the more residential area of Gravity
Falls, "That direction." Ford carried on his marching, with Dipper a few steps
behind him, until the crackling grew louder. Eventually, it held out a single,
annoying, screeching pitch at the front door to a condensed tree story house.
Light blue paint with white trim and pink rose bushes gave off an uncanny
feeling of normalcy being devoured by a terminal cancer.
Remaining a gentlemen, even in the face of evil slinking behind the wood
barrier, Stanford knocked on the door, three quick raps on the freshly painted
oak. A female voice could be heard "Jimmy, can you answer the door? My hands
are full." A voice called back "Yeah, Yeah!" The door slid open to a sly
looking human Bill Cipher. Leaning on the door frame, he looked the two Pines
up and down "You brought Fordzy to beat me up? Whatever shall I do?" He mocked,
looking past Ford and his scanner that was pointed straight at his face to peer
at Dipper amused.
"My god... You really are-" quickly overcoming his initial shock, he grabbed
hold of the teen's shirt and yanked him from the doorway. "Whoa, whoa, Fordzy!
My mom is baking me cookies, can't this wait?" But he wasn't listening, his
hands closed around his head. He was going to snap his neck, Dipper jumped into
the equation, waving his hands wildly in hopes to rouse his great uncle from
the pure and utter rage that had come from seeing his arch nemesis again. He
had thought Bill to be gone forever, and now, he was smiling broadly at him- in
an altered appearance, but just as crooked.
"Great uncle Ford! Stop! You'll only give him what he wants!" For a long
moment, the three of them stood on the quaint porch in a tense silence, then
Ford shoved Bill back with a angry smile. "Thank you, Dipper." Bill frowned,
"So, what? NONE of you Pines can grow a spine!? You two came to get a little
angry on my doorstep before skipping away holding hands? C'mon, my neck is so
breakable! Just grab it and yank as hard as you can!" But the scientist wasn't
listening, he was making his way up the street with a clear conscious. Dipper
chanced a look back. He saw Bill watching after them with almost a desperate
expression. It made Dipper feel sympathetic for his former enemy... If only for
a moment before he remembered all he had done. That justified his denial of
death to the dimensional demon.
Chapter End Notes
     This is a strange predicament indeed. Bill seems to be the only one
     that know and doesn't look ready to give up any information. But with
     the backing of Ford, maybe the two will be able to crack the code?
     You'll have to wait to find out!
     Comments are lovely~ they motivate me to write more even if they just
     say something short! So tell me what you think of the story so far
     below!
***** No Rest For The Restless *****
Chapter Notes
     Had a bit or writes block on this one, but I managed to power through
     it! Enjoy~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was unsettling; laying in his bed in the Mystery Shack, staring at the
ceiling above as if it would mutate into Bill if he looked away. He wasn't
scared, at least, not as much as he had been a few days prior... But he
should've been scared, right? What if he was fooling them into thinking that he
was weak while he was really cooking up something even worse than he had with
Weirdmageddon?
Grunkle Ford had told him that he would analyze the scan he took of Bill and
would determine what kind of things he was capable of in this state. And yet,
Dipper found himself bothered. So much so that he could not find it in himself
to sleep when the very idea of sleep drew him back to thoughts of Bill.
He sat up from his bed, glaring at the pink attic. His gaze landed on Mable and
softened a bit, but a hint of jealousy pinged in his chest. Mable was the same;
nothing was ever enough to break her completely. He found that- if anything-
hardships only gave way to a brighter, more happy Mable. Meanwhile, he was left
skimming the past; trying gather what was left of his innocence of the
universe. His personality had been shot. He found he was an uncontrollable,
selfish person that brought Mable down in his spiral of doom and gloom because
he wanted her to make him feel better, to cheer him up when he was sad, and be
there when he was lonely.
Mable didn't deserve to be treated that way. And, during his self pity party in
the dark, Dipper decided that he would defiantly not get in the way of her
summer this year. No. He would take care of this Bill thing so she wouldn't
have to worry. For the first time in awhile, he felt like he was taking care of
his sister rather than her taking care of him.
Picking up his phone and slipping on his shoes quietly, he snuck downstairs.
From Grunkle Ford's old room, he could hear Soos snoring louder than a
chainsaw. Other than that, the shack seemed to be completely quiet. He crept
out the front door and looked to the blackened woods. No doubt that there would
be dangerous other worldly creatures lurking in the shadows. So he sat on the
porch with his head in his hands. If only he could sleep; the weather was so
nice. A soft, warm wind ruffled his bedridden hair further and he sighed, if
not in exhaustion, then in irritation.
"Thinking of me again?" Dipper, surprisingly, did not jump at the somewhat
familiar voice. With a glare, he turned his head to look at the shadowed figure
who was sitting on the railing of the porch. "Yes, actually." 'Jim' laughed and
slid off the railing to stand in the moonlight alongside Dipper who scooted a
few feet away from him. "Oh~ You find this meat suit attractive? If I could,
I'd let you try it on, kid. Walking barefoot is like stepping in a bag of
rotting meat; it's great!" He raised his barefoot for Dipper to see, who
scrunched up his nose and pushed it away from his face.
"I don't- don't think you're 'attractive'! What the hell, man- I like GIRLS.
I'm not..." He trailed off and looked away as Bill's grin grew wider and he
felt his face heating up in embarrassment. He groaned, throwing his head back
before looking up to Bill "What do you want, anyway? Did you come to punch me
again?" "It almost sounds like you're looking forward to another round..."
"Please. I'm not a freak like you; I don't WANT to get hurt." There was silence
for a moment and Dipper inwardly cheered, wishing only that the other would
leave to complete his wish. And then Bill said in a very mysterious voice;
sounding almost as if he was trying to read a book and keep up with a
conversation. "Or, are you..."
Dipper stood then, no longer comfortable with being lower than Bill, but
finding the latter was decisively taller than he was. He compensated by puffing
up his chest. "Ah, yeah... Okay no. Leave." There was no complaining on Bill's
part, he shrugged and leaped off the porch. "Squish!" Huh? Dipper glared at him
as the other teen started to walk away. As he grew smaller on the pathway that
lead into town and away from the Mystery Shack, one of Dipper's eyebrows raised
in a disturbingly curious way. He asked the night around him, "Did he... Make a
sound affect for himself jumping...?" Disturbingly curious. Because he had
almost thought that it had been funny.
Chapter End Notes
     Squish, indeed.
***** Rise with The Sun *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter got rewritten at least four times before I was content
     with it. Sometimes it's so hard to write for a 'certain
     multidimensional being'. Hope this doesn't come out OOC. Anywho~
     enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The brief in counter with Bill on the porch faded as if it had been dream. The
boy named 'Jim' wasn't seen for four days. In those four days, Stanford managed
to analyze the scan, but he was still unsure of it's validity. Dipper had given
up theorizing 'til one in the morning after the second day. What the two of
them had concluded, so far, was that the teen was in fact Bill Cipher, not a
host of his. This meant that Bill Cipher had been reincarnated... In the past.
Sixteen years ago, a human Bill Cipher was born into the third dimension,
living out a child's life, waiting to take revenge for something that had yet
happened. The idea of it all made the hair on Dipper's arms stand on end.
Hitting a road block in the investigation, Dipper opted to hang out with Wendy
and her friends. Sure, it had ended in them running from deputy Blubs after
being caught getting free games at the arcade by tying a string through a whole
in a coin and pulling it back out, but Dipper had had fun and ALMOST forgot
about the lurking danger.
It was another beautiful day; the sun was bound to be hot. His face was held in
a pretentious smile, an accessory to the smile was his optimistic view of the
day. Yes, he stood in his pajamas with his hands on his hips and he stared out
the window of the pink bedroom. He had promised Mabel he wouldn't wake her up
early that day. Too much sugar fueled excitement from hanging out with her
friends late the night before had left her with a stomach ache. He glanced over
to her briefly as he stretched and smiled, glad to see that she was having fun.
He quietly made his way downstairs, after getting dressed, and was surprised to
find Melody already up. What was it again? Five in the morning? She looked up
from her phone and smiled at him, "'morning, Dipper." "Why are you up so
early?" She shrugged with a sigh "Morning sickness." Oh... Okay. For some
strange reason, the topic of pregnancy made him uncomfortable. She seemed to
sense his discomfort and changed the subject "There was a boy here last night
asking about you." It was as if he forgot something important to survival and
he had suddenly regained it.
"What did he ask about?" Dipper tried to calm himself; even he could hear the
almost desperate sound in his voice. He coughed into his hand and tried more
smoothly in a more manly sounding tone, "Um, what exactly did he say?" She
waved his strange reaction off with the bat of her hand and answered causally.
"He wanted to know if you were here, but you were off with Wendy so I told him
no. He asked if I could tell you that he stopped by. He was kinda old-timey-
gentleman-ly, and cute." He bit his lip harshly, contemplating going to Ford.
But what would he do? He couldn't do anything until he figured out what Bill
was up to.
"Did Stan or Ford see him here...?" She shook her head and smiled kindly at
him. "Listen, those two don't have to know if you don't want them to." Dipper
watched her warily and said slowly, "Okay... Thanks." He wasn't really sure why
she was giving him that weird look, but it looked to be a gentle, understanding
look and he was grateful to see it. "Well, I'll just go... Meet up with him, I
guess." She nodded and gave him a thumbs up, which he returned awkwardly,
backing out of the kitchen, and accidentally ramming his shoulder into the door
frame. He rubbed at it before continuing out of the room.
He chalked it up to being an odd conversation. Did Melody actually have any
idea what he was talking about? Probably not. That begged the question: What
was she talking about? The sun was already above the tree line and it's beams
seemed like death rays to his skin. As such was summer. Maybe, when Mabel and
the others woke up, they could go to the pool. Pondering this as he walked the
dirt road into town, he was vaguely aware of the whistling of the birds in the
trees above; how their solemn songs were not at all welcomings of a bright new
day, but of a funeral, yet to be held. His mind was crawling with thoughts;
questions he knew he would only receive the answers to by the lips of Bill
Cipher.
"Speak of the devil..." He mumbled under his breath as a figure appeared,
standing at the end of the sidewalk. God, he was creepy. Was he staring? Taking
a deep breath, he braced himself for whatever weird thing Bill was about to say
or do.
"Up with the sun." His voice sounded dreary, it made Dipper stop in his
approach and take a better look at the teen. He was wearing the same black
jeans and tan sweater vest over a wrinkled white button down as he had been the
night he had come to him on the porch. Though, shoes were now presently on his
feet... To admit the truth to himself, Dipper thought he looked like a normal
teen- maybe one from a family richer than his, but less than the Northwests-
but a normal teen nonetheless. It was weird, but Bill was not looking at him.
He was looking up to the 'Poopsie-Whoopsie Diaper' billboard that was one of
the first objects to catch the sunlight.
After a long moment, Bill turned to him with a mischievous grin "They say if
you rise with the sun, you fall with it, too." "You're up with the sun, too."
Dipper pointed out as the other turned from him and started down the empty
sidewalk. He hesitated to follow but pushed away fear and soon fell into step
with him. "Did I wake up with the sun?" That smile... It had his worried lip
enduring more biting as a way to hide fear and muster up courage to look into
those cold, yellow eyes that bulged with red veins along their films.
His eyes narrowed on the other as suspicion began to form. "You didn't sleep...
What were you doing all night?" Bill opened his mouth to reply but Dipper shook
his head "Never mind! I do NOT want to know." That statement had 'Jim' laughing
"You just contradicted your whole species, kid. Humans want to know everything
I do, I am; their object source for enlightenment to their existence, is me."
He pushed Dipper against the side of the store they were passing and lifted his
chin up to meet his eyes and growing grin. "You want to know something.
The question is smudged in the blood on your lips. Probably something about me,
right?" He went to rub the blood away with his thumb, but Dipper kicked him in
the shin and pushed him away to wiped at the self inflicted wound on his lip.
"Yeah, okay, I DO want to know something- Why are you stalking me!?" They were
as quiet as the road remained for that moment... But the silence was broken as
Lazy Susan came walking up the road with one of her feral cats on a leash "Hi!"
Dipper waved awkwardly as she passed and Bill laughed.
"Because its fun."
"Because what's fun?" "Stalking you! All you Pines react in a rainbow of ways
to my presence. Stan is bothered by me, but he's too lazy to care enough to do
anything about it, Fordzy likes to get down to the nitty gritty and kill me,
your sister- I have no idea what dimension she lives in, but it's not this one.
I mean, have you read her diary?" He read Mabel's diary? How? When!? Did that
mean he had snuck into their house? Again, Dipper wanted to burn the very idea
from his mind; he didn't want to know.
"But you; you practically pee yourself in fear every time! It's priceless.~" He
trailed off towards the end as his laughing became priority and Dipper blushed
in anger and embarrassment. "I'm not scared of you anymore! You can't do
anything to me! You're wea-" "That's funny, kid. But even in this form you
can't match up to me. I'm taller than you, smarter than you, and I can smash
your nose into your brain." His voice was dropping from its sarcastic tone to a
darker deeper voice.
Dipper didn't waver, holding his ground, he shrugged and met Bill's eyes
challengingly "Prove it." It was bold and the moment he said it, his gut
clenched as if yelling at him 'you idiot!' He didn't let this show, of course,
and watched as the other teen looked him up and down. His grin was returning
and yet another string of laughter left him. "Great! Now that is inter-esting!"
He suddenly shoved his hand in his pants pocket and threw it's contents at
Dipper's face, who blocked a bit too late.
Spinning a bit, Bill tipped his nonexistent top hat to Dipper and turned from
him. "See ya later, Pinetree!" It was confusing. Dipper looked from the
retreating figure to the floor where the dead Beatles laid after bouncing off
of his face. "What the heck just happened...?" Did he win? He liked to believe
that he did, but the whole exchange had been so odd. He was less than sure that
either of them had 'won'.
He rubbed at his bottom lip, but stopped himself from messing with the
irritated skin anymore than he already had. He would head toward the Shack and
be back by the time that Ford would be prodding Stan awake and everyone else
would start to wonder where he had gone.
Chapter End Notes
     Dipper bit his lip hard enough to bleed because meeting Bill's eyes
     scared him... To walk along side a creature that once tried to kill
     you and everyone you loved. Dipper is crazy. -w-
     (And Bill is insane... Perfect!)
***** Another MRXUQDO *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ so I am 99% positive that the rating will go up... Not within
     the next couple of chapters, more like... Chapter 20-30. That is only
     a production and not actual fact so don't quote me on in... Also
     because when I promise things will happen in upcoming chapters, they
     usually don't because I forget what I said.
     Enjoy~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"It's nothing." "It's totally something~" "No, it's not." Mabel rolled over on
Stan's chair and looked to where her twin brother sat at the kitchen table.
Dipper was shuffling a deck of cards absentmindedly, perhaps just to be doing
something so he'd have a reason not to add much to their conversation.
"Oh c'mon, Dipper! When I asked you where you had been this morning, you were
like 'Uh, uh, nowhere!'" Her mimic of his voice made him sound stupid and was
followed up by a raspberry. He watched her with an unimpressed expression. "I
was... Nowhere, really. Just taking a walk and stuff, okay?" She gasped and
pushed herself up on the arm of the chair. "'And stuff'! You're hiding
something!" Her smile fell and her look became concerned. "You weren't chasing
after Bill, were you?"
"I-I'm not chasing after him! He's been following me!" She rolled her eyes and
picked up Waddles, poking his nose before saying to Dipper, "He was kinda
cute... You know, as a human." It was a horrible nightmare. Dipper stared at
his sister in horror. She looked back over to him with a sly smile. "What do
you think?"
"Haha. I'm not into guys, Mabel. Stop trying to say that I am. And out of all
people, don't suggest that I think Bill Cipher is 'cute'. He's a monster,
remember?" "Jeez, don't be such a grumpy-grump!" Climbing off of the chair,
Mabel carried Waddles with her out of the room, saying to the pig, "Come on
Waddles, Dipper is dealing with emotional issues."
He glared after her and left the shuffled cards on the table just as Grunkle
Stan entered the kitchen. He looked to Dipper and groaned as he made his way to
the fridge "Gross. You got your angst all over the table." Dipper stood with a
deep frown and pounded his hands on the table, "I am not angsty!" He stomped
out of the kitchen, his anger and frustration only growing as he heard Stan
laughing in his wake.
He made it to the porch and took a long, shaky breath to calm himself. Mabel
was chasing Waddles around the front area of the Mystery Shack, laughing her
head off as the pig held a sword in his mouth. Not the safest, but she looked
like she could handle it... At least for the time being. He shouldn't have let
Mabel and Stan's teasing get to him. They were just messing with him because he
gives them the satisfaction of a reaction. Damn, he wished he could learn how
not to react.
After a moment of reflection, Dipper went back inside. He headed for Stanford's
lab through the vending machine, but not before waving to Soos, who was
directing people around the shack in the footsteps of Stan. His great uncle was
taking off a pair of rubber gloves when he reached the lab, but hadn't turned
around when he had entered. "Don't ask about it again. I'll take a break when
I'm finished."
Dipper halted in his tracks, he wasn't entirely sure what his uncle was going
on about, but he noticed that he stood more like Stan (in that hunched over
sort of way of his) and his voice was groggy as if he had just woken up from a
nap. One look at his desk, however, disproved that notion by the amount of
coffee cups mounted on it's surface.
"Uncle Ford?" The other paused the polishing of his glasses on his lab coat and
turned around to Dipper with surprise dawning on his face. "Dipper? I thought
for sure you were Stanley." There was a pause in which he set his glasses back
in place atop the bridge of his nose before he asked, "Why are you dragging
your feet? What's wrong?" Where to start? Dipper rubbed at the back of his neck
with a sigh of relief. Relief because, If anyone, Stanford would understand his
worries and concerns.
"I don't know... It's just, Bill keeps on appearing wherever I go. What should
I do?" The older of the two hummed in thought. His face drew in an exhausted
frown then, suddenly, broke into a smile. "Well, what do you usually do when he
appears?" Dipper shrugged "I talk to him, I guess, but-" "Then that's what you
need to do! As we understand now, Bill has been reborn as a human. Dipper, what
is one crucial difference between him during Weirdmageddon to now?"
"... He has two eyes?" Ford sighed, his last bit of energy dwindled, and his
smile fell. "He has a heart and a soul. He may start to see you as a friend, if
you're nice to him." Dipper stared in incredulous shock with a hint of concern
as he noticed his great uncle was slumping more heavily against his desk. "Are
you serious? But he tried to kill us!" "Just give it a try. Here; document his
behaviors and anything that may be a clue to the rules of his reincarnation.
There's always rules."
'If this helps out uncle Ford...' He thought and hesitantly took the notebook
that Ford held in his outstretched hand. When he looked over it's blank, black,
leather cover, he felt a hint of excitement stir in his stomach. Uncle Ford had
given him this book to record strange things and unravel the mystery of the
return of Bill Cipher. Ford walked over to the couch and laid out on it with a
groan. "Are you okay, uncle Ford?" He gave a smile as he closed his eyes after
carefully setting his glasses on the filing cabinet nearby. "My body can't stay
up as long as my mind can these days..."
He was already snoring. Dipper watched in a sort of amazement. He was faking
it, right? He wandered over to the couch and looked over his great uncle's
sleeping figure.
"What're you doing?" Dipper jumped back a little and turned to see Stan
entering the room. In his arms, he carried a case of Pit Soda, a bag of chips,
and a cup of coffee. "I was just seeing if he was really asleep. I mean, he was
literally just talking to me." Stan dropped the chips and soda on the surgical
table and carefully sat the coffee mug on Stanford's desk before joining Dipper
by the couch.
"What an idiot. He's been up for days doing 'science-y stuff.' I'm tellin' ya;
you can't live on coffee." He was looking Ford over with an expression- Dipper
couldn't distinguish what it was- but it held a hint of sadness. Stan turned to
Dipper, completely serious as he popped open a can of Pit soda. "But you can
live on soda. Trust me." And with that, he took a loud slurp from the can.
Dipper stared at the blank cover of the leather notebook. He would do what his
great uncle Ford suggested. But he wondered if he could actually be nice to
Bill. Well, he would try. Pulling his eyes from the book for the first time in
an hour, he looked to Mabel who was laid out on the floor of their room
flipping through a magazine and cutting out the heads of the people she thought
were 'exceptionally good looking.' She had claimed that she was going to glue
them together, thus, creating 'the most attractive person in the world!'
"Mabel, can I borrow your gold marker for a second?" "Sure!" She tossed it up
onto his bed and he took it up, drawing the constellation of The Big Dipper on
the front of the notebook. This book was his, and, as he sat there on his bed
looking over the cover, he felt anticipation and worry fill his chest.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm just saying, Stan's words are the ultimate truth of life.
     Chapter 10: Reaction Perception
     (Coming soon!)
***** Reaction Perception *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ we have now reached a double digit chapter! Enjoy~!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It wasn't as though he had to look too hard for Bill. He was actually hoping
that he wouldn't run into him for a couple of days. But, as fate would have it,
'Jim' just so happened to be sitting on the base of the Nathan Northwest statue
as Dipper and Mabel passed it on their way. They were headed to a grave, deep
in the woods, that was rumored to have alien script.
"Hello~ Pine twins number five." Mabel pointed at him with a gasp, trying to
make Dipper look over and acknowledge Bill, but he refused to look in the
direction of the sculpture. Mabel took matters into her hands and dragged
Dipper over. Right. Okay. Dipper tried to smile at the dirt-covered teen. "Hey,
Bill... So, uh... How are things?" Oh god, that had sounded awful. Both Mabel
and Bill stared at him. Bill threw his head back in a laugh, breaking the eye
contact, while Mabel narrowed her eyes at her brother, most likely trying to
figure out what he had going on in his head.
"What was THAT?" Bill gasped at the end of long laugh. Dipper looked away in
embarrassment, "Fine! Don't answer. I didn't really even care." The blonde
rolled his eyes and poked him roughly on the shoulder. Dipper cringed at the
dirt being rubbed off on him. "Obviously. But your embarrassment is hilarious!
I'm laughing because its funny." Mabel smiled cheekily at the exchange, "Oh my
gosh, you guys are-" Dipper covered her mouth but quickly pulled it back as she
tried to lick him "Mabel!- A-anyway... Um, why are you covered in dirt?
"
Oh that sly smile. It appeared across the wan face of the creature trapped
inside a human body as he pointed his nose up in an action that the twins had
seen displayed by Pacifica Northwest. "Wouldn't you like to know.~" He followed
up his ominous reply with a wink. Dipper glanced sidelong to Mabel, who was
looking back at him with the same thoughts expressed on her face. They both
turned back to Bill. Dipper was the one to state their thoughts out loud. "Uh,
yeah... That's kinda why I asked."
"I was digging." "Digging? Why...?" Dipper was starting to think that this
conversation would lead to a revolting conclusion. "Wouldn't you like to
know!~" Now it was irritation seizing up Dipper's nerves, but he wouldn't let
Bill get the best of him. So, as calmly as he could, he answered again. "Yes,
yes I would."
Bill's smile reached beyond his hairline, it seemed. Upon the answer given, he
leaned down to a sack that neither of the Pines had noticed. He then pulled out
a rotted deer head, raggedly ripped from it's body, and gave it a good shake as
he explained to the disturbed teens with the utmost glee. "I was digging for
this guy. Some man-sized squirrel was stock pilling them for winter."
Then he turned his eyes on Dipper "It's no screaming head, but it's better than
those dolls you use to play with." He tossed it to Dipper, who jumped away with
a voice cracking scream. He thought for sure he was over the voice cracking
stage, dang it! The deer head made a disgusting splattering noise as it hit the
ground and the smell it emitted made both of the twins' eyes water up along
with the few people who walked by, gagging.
"Those were action figures! You- oh my god, you know what?" He grabbed hold of
Mabel's arm and pulled both of them several feet away from the head. It was not
a good sign that she was covering her face in her sweater... He wouldn't doubt
it if Mabel stayed like that the rest of the day.
"I can't believe I actually tried to be nice to you! Just leave us alone
already!" And with that, he left with his sister.
"Is it gone?" She peeked one eye out from her sweater and he sighed from his
place atop a tree stump. "Yeah." She looked around the clearing in the woods he
had taken them to and caught sight of him staring down into the empty pages of
his notebook. His pen hovered over the top of the first page, but he looked
lost in thought. Mabel scooted up to Dipper on her knees and looked down at the
pages before turning her eyes up to his face. It was clouded with a frustrated
expression.
"What's the matter, bro bro?" "It's just... Grunkle Ford told me to try to be
nice to Bill so that I could document his behaviors. He said that it would help
him in his research... But you've seen how Bill is; human or not, he hasn't
changed at all." She listened honestly and, when he had finished, she offered
him a small smile. "You know how I always tease you? That's kinda what he's
doing too- but with a lot more blood and gross stuff. If you don't react, he'll
eventually get tired of trying to get a reaction." Dipper sat there for a long
moment, thinking this concept over before a smile set in.
"Mabel, you're a genius!" She grinned and laughed out a response. "I know,
right? GENIUS!" "Well, you probably got smarter from hanging out with me,
though..." She shoved him with accusing shock etched into her face. "Nuh-uh!"
Laughing, they both stood. When the fit had subsided, Dipper announced
confidently, "Now. Let's go find that alien grave!" "Pah-chu-chu!" Mabel
responded, following after him with her invisible alien laser gun.
Chapter End Notes
     Hmmm.... To ignore Bill's weirdness. That may be a lot harder than
     Dipper thinks.
     Anyway! Comments are nice~ I like 'em a lot. And I hope you look
     forward to the next chapter!
***** Pioneer Day *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ this chapter was by the easiest to write and some interesting
     things are to happen. At least, I think so. Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The sun was lax on it's beating and the day was cool; dramatically so from it's
seniors. Dipper was laid out on his bed, his head titled back over the edge, so
that he could stare at his notebook on the nightstand from a different
perspective. Quite literally. He was going to do it. This time, he wouldn't let
Bill break his nerves.
He got up from the bed and grabbed the book on his way to the door. At the
bottom of the stairs, Soos caught him coming down and backtracked from heading
into the living room. Dipper took noticed to the plate of nachos in his hand
"Dude, they have a new show that's got the duck from Duck-tective. It's called
'Ducks 'n Trucks' But like, it's funny because he's a criminal on the run and
that's the total opposite of his role in Duck-tective, you know?"
Grimacing, he gave his friend an apologetic look. "Sorry, Soos. I was actually
on my way out." Soos raised a hand in a silencing motion. "Say no more. I
recorded like, fifty episodes so we can watch them anytime." Dipper now reached
the bottom of the stairs, after the brief hesitation had passed, and his
friend's words set in. "You're the best- See you later!" He started to the
door, but turned and gave his friend one last smile who simply replied with,
"Peace."
In town, he was surprised at first to see horses and buggies roaming the
streets, but only for a moment before he realized that it was Pioneer Day. It
always seemed to surprise him when it showed up every summer... Was it even
consistently on the same day? He was beginning to wonder.
He took this opportunity to enjoy the sight of the strange traditions of
Gravity Falls being brought to the light of day once more. The Northwests
waved, customarily stiff and formal, accompanied by blinding, unnaturally white
teeth broadcasted to the cheering crowd. Mayor Tyler took the stage in front of
them, waving with both hands and began with, "We're all in the Pioneer Day
spirit, aren't we~?" The crowd cheered louder and he quieted them down. "Just
to make sure, let's all do some Pioneer stretches!"
Dipper had walked away from the crowd with a smile. He took one more glance
behind him and chuckled as everyone in the crowd started doing the Downward Dog
position. Many were failing horribly and falling over- Dipper could have sworn
Toby Determined's pants split. What he did not expect was the collision of
flesh against flesh. "Ow!- Oh, s-sorry! I wasn't..." He trailed off when his
head turned forward and met with Bill's grinning face. Did he have any other
expression beside insanely happy and insanely mad? "...looking. Uh, hi there."
Bill had changed his outfit from the last time Dipper had seen him. No longer
did the shambles of rich kid clothes hang from his skinny broad chest. In their
place, was a clean, white button down, a black trench coat, black dress pants,
and tuxedo shoes. Dipper raised an eyebrow at the other when his eyes drifted
back to Bill's.
"Like what you see, kid~?" "Yeah- I mean, no! Why are you, out of all people,
dressing up for Pioneer Day?" Bill rolled his eyes. "Please. This is not a
hillbilly getup! I always dress like this." As an after thought he added, "This
version of me, anyway."
The both of them looked over as Mabel screamed, "Hey! Hey!" But the screams
were not directed to them. They were for Pacifica as she descended the stairs
from the stage. An obvious smile started to form on Pacifica's face but it was
quickly replaced with feigned annoyance.
It was weird, Dipper thought, that he actually felt relieved that his sister
hadn't come to meet them. His thoughts were cut off, however, when he became
aware of Bill's arm hanging over his shoulder. "What're you, uh... Doing?"
"Touching you." Dipper shrugged the arm off and turned back to the perpetrator
of his discomfort. "Well, stop. It's weird."
"I'M weird, Pinetree." Dipper bit his lip to stop himself from saying 'Then
stop being you.' But he remembered why he was there and froze. Bill leaned
over, twisting his head, and looking up at his face with amusement. "Does that
lip taste that good? I always knew you'd turn to cannibalism, someday." Before
Dipper could respond, Bill grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled him to the
shadowed side of the nearby Gravity Falls library. He was pushed up against the
building, much like a few days prior, and just like before, Bill took hold of
Dipper's chin to make him look up to his mischievous grin.
"W-what- what?" It didn't seem like Dipper could manage the full question of
'what are you doing?' as he was stuck on the 'what'. The blonde teen leaned in
closer and closer. Way too far into Dipper's personal space bubble. He said, as
if absentmindedly, "Let me have a taste." No. Absolutely NOT! He'd already had
his first kiss with a merman, he wasn't in the mind to give the second to
another male creature.
He struggled, pushing at the other's chest, and trying to yank his chin from
Bill's grip, but it was too late. In a sudden impatience for his own
torturously slow pace, Bill closed the gap and... Licked his chin? But he
didn't stop there. He raked his cat-like tongue from Dipper's chin, all the way
up his cheek, to just under his watering eye. What? They were tears of anger
welling up!
This time, when Dipper shoved him away, he actually managed to separate the two
of them (though he had an inkling that Bill had let himself be shoved). He
scrunched up his nose in disgust as Bill held out his tongue, showing off the
blood he had collected from the lip cut that Dipper had opened up again. But
when he felt the trail of spit on his face, wiping that off became more
important than punching or kicking the other.
"Arg!" Rubbing it off with his hands just transferred it to more of his skin.
Regrettably, he had to wipe it on his shirt. Bill finally pulled his tongue
back and looked up to the sky in thought as he smacked him lips together.
"Tangy!" His gaze shifted to Dipper's flustered, red face with a sly smile, "My
favorite. It pairs well with blue cheese, if you ever move from cannibalism to
blood drinking, kid."
Oh, Dipper had so many things he wanted to say- yell at him, but Mabel's words
from the day before came back to him: 'If you don't react, he'll eventually get
tired of trying to get a reaction.' Right. Taking a deep breath, Dipper
started, "So what's the deal?" He cleared he throat and tried again as the
first try sounded gruff, "So what's the deal with your parents? Do they know
what you really are? Or are you, like... A different person around them?"
A gun went off nearby as the running of the pigs event started, but neither of
them flinched. Bill's smile dropped off the face of the earth as he took in
Dipper's words, and then it was back as if it had never left. "You surprised
me, so I'll spoil you a little- Shush, its our little secret~!" He laughed as
he started toward the front of the building. Dipper hesitated, but followed
after him after a moment.
They walked down the sidewalk, side by side. McGucket ran by them on the road
covered in mud and hootin' 'n hallarin' as a mob of pigs and other people
(including Mabel) ran in his wake.
"I live with a lady named Georgina Waters. Her vagina was a horrible place to
wake up in and I'll certainly never want to visit it again. She named me James
Richard Waters." Dipper cringed at his crudeness, but got over it as curious
information was being freely given to him- from Bill Cipher nonetheless!
"I need a parent to be 'human,' but no one ever said I needed two. So, I told
Mr. Waters all about his boring, meaningless life and how it would end when I
was five. That got rid of him the moment he called me a demon in front of the
old ball and chain. She's really a pathetic person; If she says 'no', I say
'but daddy left' and she does whatever I want! Really. One of the worst human
slaves I've ever had."
"You're a horrible person." Dipper stared straight ahead. How he managed to
talk so calmly was beyond him. Bill simply shrugged. "Story time's over, kid.
Run along to your piggy sister and her freakishly mannish friend, or
something." They stopped walking right before the crowd at the finish of the
road where contestants and pigs relaxed from the run in a puddle of mud.
He wasn't ready to go, he still had so many questions. If he could just pull
them from Bill then- 'Then what?' His mind came up with, but he himself did not
know what he would do when he was satisfied with knowing everything about Bill
Cipher... Would he ever even reach that point? Bill had only told him something
that could have easily been found out with a little research on the Internet.
He undoubtedly would never tell Dipper about his other worldly powers, or
anything beyond human understanding... Dipper resolved that he would need to
get closer, and reach for those unreachable depths.
He didn't say anything as Bill blew him a kiss and walked away, nor did he move
on from the exchange. It wasn't until Grenda picked him up from behind and
threw him into the mud with Mabel, Candy, and Waddles that he felt reconnected
to the world.
Mabel groaned, turning away from the wall to Dipper's side of the room. The
lantern burned brightly in the dark room and illuminated her twin, who was
writing fiercely in his journal. "Dipper, can't you do that tomorrow morning?"
"I have to write it down while it's still fresh in my memory. I'm almost done,
just give me a second." "It's already been more than a second!" He clamped the
book closed. "There, see? I'm done." She buried herself deeper into her
blankets and mumbled, "Get the light." He obeyed and the room was full of inky
darkness as they exchanged 'goodnight's.
When his eyes had adjusted to the night, the light of the window became visible
and he stared at the ceiling. Dipper touched his lips and found that they were
cracked and a forming scab- Ew, it was disgusting. He gave himself a good
mental shake, telling himself to stop messing with it. His fingers moved to his
cheek and he shivered involuntarily. That exchange had been scaring and would
probably be the subject of nightmare soon. Just the thought was making his
heart speed up as it had when it had happened. That tongue- No, no. He wouldn't
think about it.
He squeezed his eyes together in hopes of snagging some sleep, but it didn't
hook... Bill Cipher had figured out a way to invade his mind without his
powers.
Chapter End Notes
     Licks for life. Leave a comment below to tell me what you think of
     the story so far!
***** Cinnamon Candy *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ from here on the chapters will become a bit rougher but bare
     with me. Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He felt like a creep. What he was doing was simply... Well, stalker-ish. Dipper
would never admit that out loud, of course. In his mind- ...That was a
different story. He sat on the Chiu family's front porch. It just so happened
to reside directly across the road from the Waters' house.
The porch floor boards squeaked as Candy appeared alongside where he sat. She
sat down on the steps of her house beside him and offered him a bowl of spicy
candies which he dug his hand into with a reluctant sigh.
"How is the investigation going?"
Taking his eyes off of the house across the street for the first time in an
hour from, Dipper offered her an irritated groan. "No one has come in or out of
that house in three hours! I'm starting to think he's not even home."
"Why don't you just ring the door bell then?" Dipper laughed nervously, "I
can't just 'ring the doorbell' of Bill Cipher! I mean, come on, that's
ridiculous." "It's not that hard, Dipper. You just go like this:" she poked an
invisible doorbell, "Ding-dong~"
Huh... When she put it like that, it made it sound so simple. But what would he
do if someone answered? He would do what he had come to do; collect data on
Bill.
"I guess... I'll go do that. Thanks for the candy, Candy. Heh." She giggled and
shoved the bowl in his face. "You should take the rest. You obviously like them
a lot more than I do." "Really? Are you sure?" She nodded and he let her pour
what was left from the small bowl into his cupped hands which he then carefully
tucked into his pants pocket.
Dipper waved back to her as he headed for the street. "Thanks again." She waved
back. "No problem. I hope your investigation gives you what you are looking
for." He cautiously looked both ways before crossing the street and tossing
more of the spicy cinnamon condensed gelatin candies into his mouth.
Well, here it went. The suspiciously spotless porch greeted him at the front
door to the three story house. It seemed to him like the house deceptively
loomed overhead. He rung the door before his brain could come up with possible
outcomes that ended in Dipper never being seen by the living again, and a
pleasant ring chimed within the house.
There was nothing. He hoped- hoped to God, that no one would answer, but the
'click' of heels on hardwood floor buried Dipper's wish just like any other he
had had in his life.
"One moment." A silky female voice called through the door before unlatching a
lock, then a deadbolt, a chain, two more locks, and a latch. Something in his
mind suggested that the locks were installed for keeping 'Jim' at home at
night. But he doubted they did much to stop him.
When the door slid open, a tall, fair skinned, blonde woman in a sundress
looked to him in almost shock. She held her chest as a smile revealed her
teeth, rival only to the Northwests brightness. "You must be Dipper. Oh, I'm so
glad to know that you're a real person!"
"What...?" She reeled herself in and stepped aside so that he could enter.
"Where are my manners? I'm Georgina Waters. Please, come in." Dipper followed
her in, closing the door behind him, before taking the house in. It was
stereotypical art nouveau. Or a cry of it, in Dipper's opinion. The curtains
were drawn together and the cheery, feminine yellows and browns of the room
were dampened by the darkness.
"Wait here; I'll go and tell Jimmy you're here." She went up the nearby wood
staircase, and he heard her on the second floor, but lost track of the sound of
her heels on the hardwood when she ascended to the third floor.
Bill had told his mom about him? That was a bit odd. Dipper had thought he
never told his mom anything.
He shoved another handful of the candy into his mouth as he leaned over to look
closely at the glass lampshade. No dust. No dust on anything at all! Mrs.
Waters had even gone so far as having two completely symmetrical bonsai trees
on the small end tables that bookended either side of the couch. It was a
beautiful room... But frankly? Dipper was scared to sit on or touch anything.
"He told me to tell you to come up to his room. It's the last door on the third
story- It has a lot of scratch marks on it, you can't miss it." The lady of the
house said, almost sympathetically. Dipper wished he could talk to her about
her son. She, out of all humans, would know his behaviors and habits. But Bill
had made things more difficult for him by breaking their normal routine, making
Dipper come to him instead.
After thanking Mrs. Waters, Dipper took the stairs slowly. He knew, no matter
how slowly he took them, he would still reach the third floor. If for some
reason he had to get away from Bill, it would be difficult to get back
downstairs.
He was contemplating how badly he'd be hurt after jumping out of a window, when
he reached the second floor. Another living room greeted him, but this one was
all yellows and greens. "Huh..." Dipper felt a wary feeling creeping into his
chest. The new living room was exactly the same as the one on the bottom floor,
besides the color combination... And the massive painting of a red triangle on
plain, tan canvas hung on the middle wall.
This house was starting to give him a dreadful feeling the higher he climbed.
What on earth would Bill's room look like? This was an extremely dangerous
mission. If he made it through, he promised himself he would buy pizza on a
stick at the local pizzeria because dang it, he was worth it.
The stairs to the third floor led straight to a long, white hall. White doors
flanked either side all the way down, ending with a brown door that had a cross
pinned to it. Dipper almost started laughing, but thought better of it. It all
was a horror movie. He crept down the hall, grimacing as the floor squeaked.
Upon getting a closer look at the door, Dipper almost ran away.
Scratches befouled the wood, scorch marks on a bent brass handle, the cross had
a circle of scratches around it, indicating that it had been flipped upside
down multiple times. This was the doorway into a dimension Dipper never wanted
to see. But, damn, his curiosity railed him on to open it anyway.
"This is interesting. I wouldn't necessarily call it a surprise, though." Bill
said, but from where? He couldn't tell. The room was dimly lit and it took
Dipper's eyes a moment to adjust from the florescent hall to dreary lamplight.
When they did, he was surprised- shocked, really, that the room was frightfully
boring. Black sheets tucked around the bed, absent of any crease or wrinkle.
The only other piece of furniture in the room was a plain wood desk, blocked by
a red leather chair which spun around to reveal a grinning Bill Cipher, only
for a moment. As soon the chair was spinning away from him, he saw him again...
And then he was gone.
"Old habits die hard, eh?" Dipper continued to watch the other spin in the
chair and answered Bill with a question of his own "What're you talking about?"
"You cried about me stalking you and then sit across from my house for two
hours and forty-seven minutes with those big, round eyes of yours all scrunched
up." Dipper felt his face heating up and looked away. "I wasn't stalking you."
Bill stopped spinning and looked Dipper over, amused. "What would you call it,
Pinetree?" There was Dipper's chance to defend himself, and he looked back
confidently. "I was doing surveillance. I'm making sure you don't hurt anyone."
Bill rolled his eyes and patted his lap, "Come here, you have something."
Not really sure what he meant, Dipper took a step back from him with a glare.
"No." He shrunk, however, when his defiance earned him a deep frown, who's
owner stood up. In two long strides, he reached Dipper and grabbed his jaw
roughly. He looked over his captive's face completely, ignoring the nails that
dug into his arm and the glare of the face he held.
Bill's eyes were locked onto the red lips, unnaturally red lips. "I could break
your neck..." He had almost whispered the words, as if it were a thought not
meant to really be heard, before he squeezed the jaw tighter. Dipper gasped. He
didn't even realize that the candy he had been sucking on was taken from his
mouth until Bill suddenly let go of his jaw, grinning, and showing him his
prize. It oozed, halfway dissolved, between his fingers... Dipper rubbed at his
jaw and watched Bill uncertainly as he sat back down in his chair. He ventured
to ask, "Why? Honestly, why? If you wanted some, I have more in my pocket." The
other's gold eyes flicked back up to his and a crazed grin broke out on his
face as he popped the candy into his mouth.
How is one suppose to react or respond to that? Dipper just stood there,
because he could not, in anyway, understand Bill. Was he doing it to gross him
out? Make him uncomfortable? He honestly did not know.
"Cinnamon... Is disgusting." What. Dipper stared incredulously, but was broken
from his confusion when he felt a hand push him down to sit on the bed. He
looked around before it dawned on him that it had been Bill's powers. The
invisible hand gave his ear a quick tug before it was gone.
"Well?" Dipper's head snapped back up. He found that Bill was staring at him
again. "You came here to learn more about me because I'm deliciously mysterious
and evil and you can't resist me. Because your curiosity overpowers your
pathetic little body." He stuck out his tongue to show Dipper that he still had
the candy before continuing, "Well? What have you learned? Nothing? Everything?
...Something?"
Bill's smile only grew when Dipper didn't answer. He wheeled his chair forward,
until he was right in front of Dipper, leaning close to his face. "Or, maybe,
you came because you wanted to be an annoying bitch and stare at me with no
real reason for coming here." He bit Dipper's nose with an addible 'nawm!' and
fell back into his chair, laughing as Dipper rubbed at his nose.
"No, no! You came here because you wanted to see me! I'm flattered, kid!" The
room fell silent, besides the sound of a clock ticking (which seemed a bit odd
to Dipper because there was no clock visible in the room). He raised an eyebrow
at Bill and involuntarily smiled outwardly at his triumph in lasting through
the insanity Bill had just displayed without reacting.
"Are you... done, now?" The blonde shrugged, throwing his legs up on Dipper's
lap, who sighed and ignored the legs, taking instead, interest in Bill's face.
It looked colder than ever. "Tell me why you can't hurt anybody. Is that the
reason that you tried to get someone to kill you?"
"You're all three. An annoying bitch who wanted to see me so you could learn
about me. Jeez, Pinetree. One or the other." When Dipper didn't say anything,
Bill glared and pulled Dipper's face closer, his smile beginning to creep up
again. "I don't share secrets with little boys who don't give me something in
return."
Dipper's flat expression faltered when Bill's eyes fell on his lips once again.
It completely broke away when Bill's nails dug into the back of his head and
yanked Dipper's face to his.
"IdontwanttoknowIdontwanttoknow!" Dipper shouted frantically, but it was warped
by Bill's other hand prying his mouth open, wide. Oh god. Dipper had known this
was a bad idea! Why did he think that he had any power over Bill Cipher?
The grinning mouth reached his forced-open one and he slammed the image out by
squeezing his eyes closed. Dipper felt the tongue in his mouth, it's saliva
falling into his, and the heat it seemed to radiate... But it did not touch
anything and, as soon as he had thought he would feel the tongue and maybe some
teeth and lips, Bill pulled away from him completely, pushing his chair away
from the bed. Spinning and spinning and spinning.
Very, very slowly, Dipper opened his eyes and closed his gaping mouth. Bill was
watching him with a satisfied grin, his legs crossed and his head titled
slightly as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand. "Now I don't owe you
anything."
A bit hazy and shaken, Dipper eloquently asked, "...Huh?" "I gave you back your
disgusting candy, so I don't have to tell you anything." It took a moment.
Dipper looked back and forth from Bill to the wall several times before he
finally noticed the almost entirely disintegrated bit of sugary lump in a
corner of his mouth and realized the meaning of the words being spoken to him.
"Oh my god..." He spat the 'evil' candy into his hand and even then his mouth
felt weird. He needed to brush his teeth and gurgle some holy water or
something- He needed to leave.
"Oh, and don't pretend you're tough and not scared of me. It really angers me.
And the more you make me angry..." He licked his lips clean of the remaining
cinnamon taste, his voice growing inhumanly low, "The harder I'll push."
Dipper got up and, as his last defiance, wiped the liquid shared candy on the
white wall before hurrying out of the room. He ran into Mrs. Waters on the
second set of stairs that would lead him to the bottom floor. She was carrying
a tray of brownies, presumably for Dipper and 'Jimmy'. "Dipper? You look upset.
What did he do?" She tried to stop him, but he hurried passed her and straight
for the front door. He struggled with the numerous locks but managed to free
himself of the disturbingly clean house with the slam of the door behind him.
He quickly made his way along the sidewalk, towards the Mystery Shack.
As he stomped his way back, he wiped at his eyes that were stinging painfully,
but slowed to a stop as the first street light flickered on above him. His
heart was heavy in his chest, beating at a dangerous pace, and the corners of
his mouth hurt from being pulled apart so wide. He mentally proclaimed that he
now hated the taste of cinnamon. But then, there was this... tingly feeling he
was not accounting for. It hung in the back of his mouth; a sick, disgustingly
off flavor that was neither his nor the candy's. He wondered. Was that the
taste of... "No no no NO!" He whispered and rubbed his heated face harshly.
Dipper walked back to the Shack, numbly, as he had blocked out his disturbed
senses and thoughts. Surprisingly, his Grunkle Ford stood waiting for him and,
upon his approach, walked swiftly to him, clasping both of his shoulders
tightly. He took a deep, calming breath and Dipper watched in concern. "Uncle
Ford, what's wrong?"
"Dipper, I'm only going to ask this once and I want you to answer truthfully.
Okay?" Dipper nodded and Stanford asked gravely, "Did you willingly give Bill
Cipher any of your blood?"
Chapter End Notes
     Dun Dun DAN!
***** Graphs *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ yet another chapter has appeared! Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mabel had once called Dipper a drama queen after she had tossed one of her red
shirts into the washer with his whites load. It turned all his clothes in that
load (socks, underwear, shirts, etc.) pink and he had flipped his lid. Looking
back on it, he realized that he really had been too dramatic over a small
percentage of his clothing becoming discolored... But this, he was not being a
drama queen about; he hated himself. Well, maybe a bit dramatic, actually.
Thinking it best to hear this sensitive truth in the safety of his lab, as it
was guaranteed shelter from any other listening ears, Stanford sat Dipper down
on a metal stool while he took his place on the desk chair.
"This is what truly worries me about you, Dipper. You've always seemed a little
too sympathetic. Some may call it a kind behavior. But in this line of duty,
there is no room for it. If a cobra strikes and misses, don't offer it a better
angle to hit it's mark; smash it's skull with the heel of your shoe. Do you
understand what I'm saying?"
Dipper did not raise his eyes from his lap. He felt sick, and let each word
that his great uncle said sink in deeper than they were meant to. "I don't
understand; I never gave him blood! He took it himself. I NEVER told him he
could just- just take it..." Ford's eyebrows relaxed from the strain of anger
and his voice became softer as Dipper's eyes finally looked to him. His
grandnephew wore a pleading expression that tugged at his heart. He knew that
he shouldn't have accused him.
"Just- Dipper... Tell me what happened. I won't get mad at you." He sighed
loudly and hugged his arms close to his chest while his eyes fell to the side
in the hopes of avoiding Stanford's intense staring. "It was when he first
showed up and dragged me into the woods. He cut my neck on his knife in the
struggle. But, I mean, I didn't give it to him."
"You were willing to give up blood by getting hurt to overpower him." Stanford
correct, and swiveled his chair back to face the desk, pulling up a green graph
of Gravity Falls on the computer screen. He asked distractedly "Any other time
you think something similar happened?"
Oh, there was. The moment his great uncle had approached him with this
question, his mind had traveled back to Pioneer Day. The tongue that had slid
hot sugar and strings of saliva into his mouth a few hours before. The tongue
that had licked the blood from his chin while snagging a taste of his flesh.
They were not at all different, not even in the way they caused him to react.
"...N- no! Uh, just that one time." The other nodded, not looking back to him
until he had finished flipping through a series of images. He then slid to the
side so that Dipper could get a better look at them. The first was a green
graph; an arial view of Gravity Falls. The date in the corner marked it as mid
April. Small yellow dots were scattered mostly among the woods.
"This is an image from the sonar-weird detector. I wired into the Mystery
Shack's 'what?' sign after Weirdmageddon. Once a week, it sends out an
inaudible frequency. When it bounces off the cliff wall, it comes back with a
visual grid like what you see before us. And those," Here he pointed to the
yellow dots, "Are small anomalies. Everything from the Nomes here and the
unicorns here."
"So, the hand held scanner is-" Stanford scuffed, "That piece of garbage can
only pick up so much at a time. The only reason I did not use the full sonar-
weird detector is because I was in a fit of rage when we went to confront Bill.
To receive these images, I have to climb up onto the roof. On top of that, I
would have to waste my time, fiddling around with wires." Stanford shook his
head with an irritated groan as he flipped through a few more scans relatively
quickly. They held no major signs of change "It's just all a mess up there.
Someday, I need to go up and organize it properly."
The computer scans entered June. Suddenly, there was a small red dot on the
scan taken the week before Dipper and Mabel arrived. The younger leaned forward
curiously. "What is that?" The only thing that it could have been- and he knew
it must have been, even before Ford took a breath to respond- was none other
than "Bill."
The next image that appeared, showed the same red dot in a different location a
week later. It was the day after Dipper and Mabel had arrived; the day after he
had run into Bill the first time... And the dot had doubled in size. "What does
that mean, uncle Ford?" "It means that Bill is dabbling in some ancient cult
rituals. The documents I've been able to find for this sort of 'dark magic' are
extremely vague and don't indicate a direct group association. However, the
image of Bill with four arms as the Hindu God, Vishnu, is often illustrated.
The documents explain that a mortal can save the 'fallen god' from losing his
divine powers by offering their blood... The rest is very hard to translate."
Dipper felt a horrible guilt and shame in that moment. No wonder Bill was alway
in his face, never leaving him alone... He knew that Dipper was easy to trick.
But that still didn't explain as to why Bill wanted to have someone kill him,
or why he couldn't really hurt anyone.
The next graph from a week prior showed that the red dot had moved and had,
once again, doubled in size. That had been Pioneer Day, no doubt. Stanford's
eyes shifted to glance at Dipper, but when the boy neither met his eye nor made
a comment on it. He shut off the screen with a tired sigh.
"In any case, there are a lot of things we still don't understand about this
situation. Have you been documenting everything you have learned?" Dipper
nodded. "Good. I'll want to give it a look over soon, if you don't mind." Now
they both stood and Dipper offered a brief fragment of a smile to his great
uncle. "Oh no, it's fine... I'm going to go take a shower so I'll see you at
dinner."
As he started up the stairs, Dipper chanced a glance back at Ford. He saw eyes
flooded with such a sad expression that it gave Dipper the chills before he
turned away.
Out of sight, Stanford went back to his desk and pulled the last of his
machine's scans up on the computer. The large, dangerous distortion in red was
a warning that seemed to stare back at him with a taunting grin. He whispered
under his breath, "You have a taste for Dipper, don't you? I may not be able to
stop him... but don't think for a second that you can have him, you bastard."
Chapter End Notes
     Protective Stanford. I kinda wrote him like the mamma bear of the
     story and Stanley like the papa bear that fails...
     To what lengths is Stanford willing to go to protect Dipper?
     To what lengths is Dipper willing to go to find the truth?
     And what means will Bill use to reap his revenge on the Pines?
     Find out by continuing to read!
***** A Crime Best Done In The Dark *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ this chapter both distroyed my hopes of updating on time and
     raised them to new heights as I powered through a very difficult
     patch to write somewhere around the middle of this chapter... Now
     please brace yourselves, what lies ahead is a descent into the
     madness of four in the morning writing.
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was too warm for blankets and they had long been shoved to the end of his
bed. One leg dangled over the edge of the mattress, kicking absentmindedly.
Dipper laid out on his chest with his head propped up on a deflated feather
pillow, watching the clear blue sky dusted with stars and a blushing full moon.
Like the majority of his nights these days, he couldn't sleep. Or rather, he
didn't want to sleep. His reasoning was simple: if he avoided sleep, the next
day would not reach him as quickly as sleep would make it feel. He was putting
off having to get up and talk to people, provide them with smiles... It
certainly wasn't the absence of Bill's stalking that bothered him and had him
disliking the outcome of days yet to have happened. After all, it was just
another game of Bill's. He'd make Dipper willing come looking for him and laugh
when he scarred Dipper's fairly innocent mind with thoughts that were defiantly
not his.
The very tips of the trees below caught the sneaky light of day as it creeped
in on the sleeping town. Seeing this, Dipper made a grunt of effort as he
attempted to flip his exhausted body away from the approaching light, shunning
it and all the beauty it revealed.
There was a quick wrap of six taps on the nearby window pane. He halted in his
turn, and glanced back to the window. Fingers. Ten black-gloved fingers wiggled
about like chopped off lizard tails right outside his window. Huh... You don't
see that everyday.
In Dipper's mind, there was no doubt to who it could be that was wiggling their
fingers at the attic window. Because, who else would? As if to prove his point,
a head quite suddenly popped up alongside the fingers. The smile on Bill's face
oddly squished against the glass. Those accursed fingers pelt his window like
rain with their frantic dances.
Yes, for a long moment, Dipper contemplated continuing to just turn away from
the window and ignore the other, who seemed to be shamelessly demonstrating his
disturbing pastime of peeping on Dipper through windows. But Bill's tapping was
growing louder and he dared not let it wake Mabel. She would probably come up
with some crazy assumptions about the appearance of Bill looking for Dipper at
his window. And so, he took up a dreary trudge to the window which he slowly
and quietly unlocked.
"Hellish morning, ain't it, Dipper-Diddle-Do?- No wait, 'Piney-Piddle-Poo'!
Yeah, that one's perfect." Mabel stirred and Dipper quickly shushed the boy who
was hanging by his arms off the window seal and whispered angrily, "What do you
think you're doing?"
Bill shrugged. "Oh, you know, the usual; hanging out." ... Dipper shook his
head and did not laugh as the other laughed. Instead, he leaned out the window
and gave Bill a good shove, but he would not fall. He remained stuck like glue
to the side of the Shack. "Well, go do it somewhere else. I hate you ."
This did not surprise Bill physically, but Dipper did take note that the moment
he uttered the word 'hate' Bill's grin drained from his eyes for a mere blinks
worth of time. "Ooo~ So what did I do this time to receive such fury,
Pinetree~?" He had to watch himself. In the moment, he almost yelled at Bill
and woke Mabel. His finger pointed in Bill's stupid grinning face and Dipper's
jaw hung open, just waiting for hateful words to spill out of it. But he
snapped his lips back together and withdrew his accusing finger through a deep
inward struggle to remain calm.
Finally, when Dipper trusted himself to whisper again, he started, "I know why
you keep messing me. You just want to trick me into giving you blood so your
powers will return!" Bill's head fell to the window frame with a small shrug
and bored expression. "So? Why does that bend you out of shape so badly? You
should be flattered that I chose you, kid."
"I-" Dipper stopped. He had forgotten what he was about to say when Bill pulled
himself further into the room. Now only his legs hung out the window. His hands
fell on Dippers shoulders for support and his grin had returned tenfold. "I
know your real name." Wait, what? But Dipper could only seem to stare as his
brain went dead from lack of air. ...Why was he even holding his breath in the
first place? Bill leaned in further while one of his hands slowly crept around
and pulled Dipper closer to him by his waist. "What are you-hmp!"
Lips met his harshly and it was as if a thousand candles suddenly lit around
them; a penetrating light inside his mind. There was nothing more, and nothing
less. Dipper's heart was in his neck and felt as though it would break through
his throat. He tried to turn his head away, but the mouth chased after him, and
he soon realized that it was useless to fight it.
Bill's tongue forced it's way into Dipper's mouth and raked over every inch,
leaving no tooth or panel of pink flesh untasted, committing it all to memory.
Dipper stared at him with frantic eyes and shoved lamely at the arms holding
him in place. A certain heat burned him as Bill's pupils stretched, seeming to
become more like black slits in the wide, gold irises. 'Why... why?' Dipper's
internal voice pleaded. He thought for sure that Bill had heard him as he felt
those gold eyes answer smugly, 'Because you wanted this.'
Did he really? To test this, he hesitantly moved his lips against the rough
pushing and pulling of Bill's grin. Tears spilled sideways from his eyes as he
closed them and focused on the feeling of the rough kiss. Bill tugged harshly
on Dipper's lips with his teeth... Before he suddenly pulled back from the
inside of Dipper's mouth and mouthed his real name on abused lips that were
dotting with a single drop of red.
Oh god... Dipper wanted this. He actually wanted this.
"Good to know." His eyes flew opened and he gagged when something like a tongue
forced it's way into his mouth and descended down his throat. Bill stood in
front of him in his other dimensional body, holding his lifeless 'Jim' body in
one hand like a rag doll. From the mouth of Bill's human form slinked out a
thick black tentacle, which was crawling in through Dipper's mouth to seemingly
no end.
Dipper was surprisingly still. He was scared, yes. But not of what he was
seeing. Even as the giant pyramid's clawed hand came down to run across his
cheek, he simply watched. The horror was... Something behind Bill... Lingering
in the bright darkness.
His eyes were forcibly opened by gloved index fingers and thumbs and he
flinched away. Where was he? Where had he just been? Dipper wobbled a few steps
back from the window as a lightheaded feeling overtook him but there were arms
on his back to steady his footing. He saw Bill's grinning face through the haze
and and pushed it away from him as he struggled out of his arms.
"What're you doing?" Hae did not get an answer. A thumb was pressed into his
lips and the other stared at the wrinkles in the soft skin that his thumb
created before smearing the flesh back and forth roughly.
"If I killed you, would you hold that expression forever for me? You have the
weirdest look on your face- If you were smarter I'd ask you what it meant, but
I know you'll storm off and cry, like last time." It was more of insane
rambling on Bill's part, until Dipper pushed his hands away with a glare. "Get
out of here. Now!" for once, Bill complied but not before he poked Dipper's
watery eyes.
"Ow!" He was going to yell, but Bill pushed himself off the side of the Mystery
Shack and fell out of view. Dipper went to the window and looked down... Bill
was gone. The light of the sun shone over the clearing that the Shack sat in
and there was no sign of a retreating figure. Had there ever even been a
figure, or had it been a waking dream contrived by a deliriously sleep deprived
teen?
"Dipper?" He looked over at Mabel as she sat up. "What're you doing?" "Nothing!
I... Uh, I'm really tired." She looked him over worriedly as he felt his face
and began to breathe harshly. The slightest bit of a metallic taste stung his
bottom lip and he froze in horror. Shit.
He wished the sun would stop rising, so that he could hide away in the dark
where no one would know what he might've just done.
Chapter End Notes
     Quite a turn of events we have now~
     to understand Bill is to understand the concept of true reality. Can
     Dipper possibly understand? Or will the truth swallow him whole?
     Who is to know the answer? Oh wait, me -and who ever else continues
     to read this story!
***** Self Morality Decision *****
Chapter Notes
     Hollo~ up in the mountains with unsure signal so I hope that this
     chapter actually posts! Enjoy!
He was what some would assume to be the 'antichrist'; the bringer of the end of
the world. Weirdmageddon had almost been just that. How could he be sure that
this was not going to end in the same fate? Dipper was a horrible, horrible
trader to his own universe. He had let some confused hormones overtake him and,
yet again, helped Bill gain his other worldly powers back. Disgusting. He was
absolutely a disgusting, selfish person.
There was a knock on the bedroom door and Dipper quickly shouted, "Go away!"
Not quick enough as Stan was already entering before his words took form.
What's the point of knocking if you barge right in, anyway? Stanley stood in
front of Dipper with his hands on his (actually clothed) hips and an irritated
frown.
"What's wrong with you, eh? You've been moping about in this room for a couple
of days- And it smells like depression and hopeless dreams in here. C'mon, It's
summer! So go outside you pasty white hermit baby!" Dipper sighed loudly. He
didn't meet Stan's eyes and instead buried his body deeper into his blanket
cocoon, not even caring about the uncomfortable heat it brought.
"Grunkle Stan, I think I did something really, really bad... And I'm worried
that I might do it again." The older man's hard expression eased a bit as he
thought it over. "How illegal was it? Did you leave any evidence?" "I-it wasn't
something illegal. But, the consequence is horrible." He chanced a glance over
at Stan, but the older man just shrugged. "What makes it so bad then? Morality
is a cheap tactic compulsive people use because they think they're all high and
mighty by following invisible rules. Look kid, Ford would say I'm a horrible
roll model- and to some extent, I am- but as far as I'm concerned, who cares if
you do it again? You can't get arrested for it, right? And if you WANT to do it
again, then fuck those consequences! Do it until it's about to explode and jump
into a boat at the last second. Then, spend a couple of days in South America
under the name Juan Franco just because you CAN. When you come back, throw all
the money you won in a casino into some shit company that screws your life over
for the next five years!" He was quiet for a moment as he glared at the ceiling
before looking back to Dipper's unsure face. Stan wore an awkward, tight
expression as he added quickly, "Uh, yeah... Don't tell Ford about what I just
told you, got it?" Dipper nodded, earning him a gruff hair ruffle from his
Grunkle before he straighten his tie.
"Good! Well, I'm outta here." Dipper pushed back his blankets to reveal his
rumpled hair and overheated face. "Where are you going?" "I'm kidnapping my
retarded brother and shoving food down his stupid throat before I knock his
lights out so that he actually gets some sleep!" Stan shook his head as he
started out of the room, but Dipper caught his mumbling, "I wish this Bill
thing would blow over already. He's gonna kill himself."
When he heard his great uncle descending the stairs, he looked down at his
hands. He couldn't really do what Stanley suggested, could he? Risk the start
of another world's end to explore the weird (freaky, honestly) feeling
festering like a heart tumor in his chest? But, Bill... He was only interested
in seeing how hard he could push before Dipper snapped; before he opened
himself up to the destined pain the other would, no doubt, inflict upon him. It
would undoubtedly be suicidal... But, he wondered if it was possible for him to
push pass the pain and reach the smoldering heart within.
What would he even do with it? Milk it dry and toss it? Keep it locked away,
never to be seen again? What if the moment he touched it, it shriveled up and
died? So much could go wrong and so little could go right.
He closed his hand into a fist and looked up to the opposite side of the room
with an angry realization.
"Dang it! I really am angsty."
Bill was wearing a black coat and pants with yellow suspenders and a matching
black bow tie tucked in the collar of his crisp, white button up. He smoothed
out the cuff on his sleeve mechanically as his mind seemed somewhere else. That
is, until he saw Dipper approaching him along the fence of the former Northwest
mansion, now the shed to McGucket's robots, to which he offered one of his
disturbing smiles.
"Well, well, well~ It sure took you long, Pinetree!" Dipper nervously stopped
in his approach when he was still more than twelve feet from the other. "You
were expecting me?" "You, or a herd of angry Pines. Either would be fine." Bill
approached him, squishing his face to Dipper's while he poked harshly at the
reddening cheek. "Admit it, you were thinking about me~!" Uh, uh! Quick! What
was he suppose to say? The truth? A lie?
"Uh... No?"
Oh god, no! Bill started rubbing his cheek into Dipper's roughly as he declared
quite loudly, "You're going to have to try harder to at least pretend that you
aren't feeling emotions for me, Pinetree. Without a struggle, I'll get bored."
Dipper yanked himself free from Bill's arms and straightened his clothes. "Keep
it down! I don't want everyone in Gravity Falls to know what happened.
Especially not my family... S-something did happened, didn't it? That wasn't
just a nightmare, right?" "What do you think?" Bill leaned in, his mouth agape
and his teeth ready to sink into those trembling, pink lips, but he stopped
short and smiled mischievously.
Despite the distraught, almost heart-attack inducing, beating in his chest,
Dipper did what had seemed to be the best option. He crouched down and dove
between Bill's legs before staggering back up to his feet. A flustered
nervousness rose up to his cheeks, "N-not... Here."
That had Bill leaning on an invisible armrest and propping his chin atop his
hand as his eyes lingered over the raising blood in Dipper's cheeks. "Oh~ You
want me to keep it in the closet! But what if I want to be an expressive human
and touch you graphically in public?" This had to have been a mistake. This was
never going to work.
But he couldn't give up. Bill thought that he was lording over Dipper's 'love'
for him, or whatever. He would let him try to drown him... But he was going to
drag Bill down with him and make this a mutual obsession of intrigue. They knew
each other's plans, however pretending that they didn't made the game more
interesting.
"Look, for now... Let's just stick to hand holding- in private! O-okay? You
know, just until I get a little more used to... 'This'." Bill sighed
dramatically and cast a glance in through the gates of McGucket's mansion.
"Kid, your innocence is sickening. But I don't want to destroy it right away; I
want to saver it's screams as I slowly peel it from your naked body-" "I'm not
getting naked." Dipper announced immediately and strictly. Bill waved him off.
"-So I'll hold your hand, heck, I'll hold both of them. And by the time I let
go, you'll be begging me to hold them more. I will OWN those baby hands-
Seriously, you have freakishly small hands. Have you noticed that, too?"
His face was going to be stuck in a mortified glare with blooming red cheeks
for a while, wasn't it? Dipper tucked his hands into his armpits and said
tightly, "I'll have you know that they are proportionate to my body!" Bill held
his hands up in defense as he grinned, "Size is a touchy subject for you, isn't
it kid?"
Before Dipper could reply, McGucket threw his gates open and barreled down the
street with a wolfish howl. A pack of pigeon robots chased after him, their
laser eyes turning many things in their path to ash.
"That's my cue. Bye bye, Pinetree~" He ghosted one of his gloved hands over
Dipper's face, but he didn't touch. A moment later, he dissolved into a shadowy
goop which glided after the screams and destruction of the robots.
Dipper had to bend over and breathe deeply after Bill had gone. His powers had
been fully restored (or close to) if he could do something like dissolve. For
crying out loud! Not good! Not good at all! When Stanford and Stanley came back
from god knows where, Stanford would demand an answer as to why the red dot had
grown larger again... Ugh. He was screwed! And, on top of that... Were Bill and
him... Like, a thing? He had to give Mabel props for seeing it coming way
before he did. Did that make him gay?
No, no... If he let himself think too deeply about the whole thing, he'd throw
up and have a panic attack.
He would find Mabel, and let her awful jokes and warm smile make him forget
about the grave he was digging for himself.
***** Aria De Capo *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ wow, I almost forgot to post today! But I remembered! Enjoy~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Was it weird? It was definitely weird. Dipper stared at his face in the steamy
mirror and tucked his towel around his waist. His phone had been buzzing with
useless texts the whole time he'd been in the shower. Somehow, Bill had gotten
Dipper's phone number and had invited him over to 'laugh at his mom's sorry
excuse for dinner.' At first, he refused to even consider going. After all,
Bill's house was a horror show on it's own. And then having to watch Bill
verbally abuse his mother? Dipper was a bit of a mama's boy and he would
probably have to stop it the moment he saw it.
But Bill just kept on texting. Text after text of absolute gibberish.
Occasionally, there was a random question among them, ranging from ["What are
you wearing?"] to ["IOYLGOHPTOOOEUDPTKUNNGIY" ] which Dipper found to be a
complete waste of time decoding. Nonetheless, he documented every odd riddle or
code that Bill sent him. But when would it stop?
After he had dried his hair, he went over to his dirty clothes on the bathroom
floor and dug out his phone, just to see if Bill was actually saying something.
Nope. He was currently sending him every emoji. One at a time. He gave up,
sending a text of his own: ["Fine, I'll come. Stop texting me so much."] It was
oddly eerie how after almost three hours since the text bombing had started, it
suddenly fell still.
He decided to just be casual about it; he didn't dress up nice or anything. He
just threw on one of his red shirts and slipped into a pair of jean shorts.
Summerween was just around the corner, so a strong wind was bound to be blowing
as it always seemed to do around this time of year. He slipped on his favorite
hoodie and a pair of Uggs before casually sneaking out of the bathroom. If his
inward clock was right, it was five-thirty and Melody, Soos, Mabel, and Waddles
were watching re-runs of Ducks 'n Trucks in the living room.
Not good... If they happened to look to their left when he opened the back
door, they would be on his case in an instant. He wandered over to the opening
to the living room and saw all four sets of eyes glued to the screen across the
way. "Give it up, Duck! There's no where to run... Or fly." The tv shouted
loudly, followed by intense action music and gun shot sound effects. "I
couldn't look away, even if I wanted to." Soos said with an awed sacredness to
his words. Mabel shook her head absentmindedly from her spot in front of
Melody's feet, who had stopped braiding Mabel's hair to stare at the screen
that illuminated their faces with red.
Huh... Well, maybe he wouldn't have to worry about them after all. He crept to
the front door, keeping his eyes on the the four of them as he turned the knob
and pulled the door open. They didn't look over. Yep, he was in the clear. He
closed the door behind him and looked to the sun that still hung to the west
above the trees. He wouldn't be gone long, two hours at most, and he doubted
that was enough time for them to notice.
What Dipper did not expect, however, was for Stanley's Impala to come flying
around the corner, just barely stopping in time before it ran him over. Stan
poked his head out the window and looked over to Dipper who was holding his
chest as he breathed deeply.
"Hey kid, what's up with you?" Of all the times for his Grunkles to return, it
had to be now? He stepped past the hood of the car as both Stanley and Stanford
climbed out, looking at his panicked face with mild curiosity. "Uh, how was
your trip?" Stanford shrugged, "A complete waste of time..." His lips edged up
into a smile when Stanley glared and he added sincerely, "But an appreciated
gesture. Thank you, Stanley." They shared a warm smile between each other for a
long moment before Stanford seemed to remember Dipper's presence. The teen was
trying to slowly back away from them while they weren't looking. "And just
where are you sneaking off to, young man?" He was caught... Shit.
But it would be okay, Dipper was an amazing liar. As was demonstrated with his
sputter of nervous laughter and lack of eye contact with the older men. "What?
Who's sneaking? I-I'm not sneaking! I'm, uh... Going to hang out with Wendy!
Yep, we're, um... Going to hang out in the junkyard! That's what we're going to
do..."
It was highly unlikely that either of them would buy his horrible, absolutely
horrible lie. They were just staring at him and God knows Dipper had no poker
face when it came to lying. But both his great uncles shrugged, with Stan
adding in, "I believe that." And Ford giving a parental warning, "Don't stay
there too long, it's crawling with Eyeball Bats."
They... Believed him? Just like that? Dipper assumed that they were just in
agreeable moods after their trip. He wondered briefly where they could have
gone, but didn't stay on that thought for long. After all, they were now making
their way inside the shack and Dipper was free to make his way to Bill's house.
He stood at the front door, awkwardly. He could hear classical music playing
within and smell some kind of bread baking through the nearby open kitchen
window. It seemed, again, like a magazine house. Like a normal family was
enjoying a peaceful meal inside. But Dipper had seen the truth of it all and he
felt a dread creeping up at the thought of entering it's hold once again.
Nevertheless, Dipper rang the doorbell. The piano music stopped, but only
momentarily before it began to continue.
Georgina answered the door with an extremely grateful smile, as if she had
expected him not to show up. She had almost been right in her assumption if she
had. But he was here, for some reason, and he was at least happy that his
presence made her smile when the wrinkles forming by her mouth pointed to it
not happening often.
"Dipper! I'm so glad you could make it for dinner. Jimmy is in the piano room
upstairs. I'll get you boys when dinners ready- You're not vegetarian or
allergic to anything, are you?" Dipper shook his head and entered the house.
His ear tuned into the piano music overhead and he asked Georgina
incredulously, "Bill- l mean, Jim can play the piano?" She looked up with a
fond smile, "It's the only thing he loves, ever since he was just a baby." She
looked back to him and was about to add something but, instead, opted for
pushing Dipper towards the stairs with a guiding hand gently pressed into his
back. "Head along, now."
There was an odd feeling about her that made Dipper listen to her. Bill was
abusive, but he had a feeling that Mrs. Waters could snap easily. He trudged up
the stairs and was met with the unsettling red triangle painting that hung from
the wall of the living room. To the left was more stairs and another eerie
hallway, and to the right laid a single door, ajar, from which the soft pings
of piano wires elapse from.
He pushed open the door and entered the dimly lit room. Nothing was in the
space, save for the sleek black piano and the two candelabra lamps on either
side. The three floor-to-ceiling windows, opposite from where he stood in the
doorframe, shown brightly with the last rays of light over that were sinking
behind the house across the street. And then there was Bill. He was sitting at
the piano that faced Dipper, and there was a smile on his face as he continued
to play the memorized melody he didn't need to look down at to play.
"What song is that?" Dipper ventured to ask as he closed the door behind him.
"Aria Da Capo, Goldberg Variation." Was the simple response Bill gave as he
continued to play, but his eyes stayed on Dipper as he came further into the
room. "It sounds like a happy song." "And?" "I dunno... I just thought, if
anything, you would like the dark sounding music. Beethoven's 5th, or
whatever." He reached the piano and stood unnaturally naturally as he tried to
not look too out of place in the elegant room.
"It depends on the person listening. I personally think it sounds like a
scalping that's dragging on too long. Pretty tune, isn't it?" Dipper cringed in
disgust and sighed, "You always ruin things, don't you?" "I try my best to~!"
He said it with a wink as he finished up the song, allowing the room to die in
a uncomfortable silence.
Okay, conversation... Dipper had had tons of those. He coughed awkwardly into
his hand and started with, "So, you like playing?- The piano, I mean." "It
passes the time, between waiting for past me to meet past you so I could start
stalking you religiously, and bending people to do my bidding. There's a
surprising amount of white space in my life that I can't fill with blood and
meats."
Bill stood up from the piano bench and tugged Dipper down onto it who stiffened
immediately. Bill looked to the darkening windows and snapped his fingers to
light the candelabras. This was not a good situation in Dipper's mind and, in
his panic, he turned around to face Bill, only to run right into his nose. "Ow!
What the heck are you doing?" He rubbed at his sore nose as Bill leaned in
further. "I'm making the first move, Pinetree. Because you can't bring yourself
to do it."
Dipper's back was pushed against the keys, pressing a large section of them
down, and filling the room with sound, along with Dipper's muffled gasp of
surprise as lips closed around his. A devious smile curled the lips and Bill
grabbed hold of both Dipper's hands as they contemplated struggling. It wasn't
as if Dipper didn't feel something when Bill was doing this to him, he just
couldn't handle those feelings right and they mixed up into all sorts of loops
in his brain's wiring.
Bill pulled away and drank in Dipper's strange expression as he shook their
joined hands. "Hand holding, like you wanted. Your hands are moist, you should
get that looked at." Dipper pushed himself off the piano, but he didn't dare
say anything at the moment because he was sure to choke on his tongue that had
been sucked on in the most disturbingly amazing way. No, he just untangled his
fingers from Bill's- God, they really were clammy- and gave him what he hopped
to be a glare.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Pinetree?" "No! I'm- stop that!" He shoved Bill's
hand away from his purposefully crossed legs and gave a sigh. "I... Like
kissing you. Okay? I'm just... A little horrified by that fact at the moment. I
need to think about it for a while... Please?" Bill looked him over, an
irritated air about him as he said darkly, "What if I say no? You're asking a
lot for nothing. What's stopping me from bashing your head in the keys and
taking you while you're unconscious?"
Dipper held his ground. "Then you would hurt me, and that's breaking the rules.
Isn't it?" The anger rippled across Bill's face and he opened his mouth, but
closed it in a snarl when he seemed to realize that he might give Dipper more
information.
"Jimmy, Dipper... Dinner is ready!" Mrs. Waters poked her head into the piano
room and both boys looked to her from the piano bench. "We'll be there in a
second!" Dipper called before looking back to Bill's incredulous frown and
spitefully giving him a smile in return, "Thanks for inviting me over, by the
way."
Chapter End Notes
     Aria De Capo is a hauntingly beautiful tune I first heard in the
     Hannibal movie.
***** Separation (Deep Under) *****
Chapter Notes
     Late update, sorry. But it is technically still on the right day.
     Enjoy!
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The Mystery Shack was dark. The porch light flickered, making the front door
appear to fade in and out of existence. Dipper heaved a heavy sigh as he made
his way up the steps. The door had been left unlocked for him... Which meant
someone was also waiting inside.
The gift shop was silent and he easily and quietly made his way into the
hallway of the residential section of the shack. What he found shocked him like
a bucket of ice water being thrown in his face.
From the living room, the television lights shone in the otherwise black house.
The chair was flipped over, the carpet and wallpaper shredded. It started to
sink into Dipper's mind and gut that he had missed something. He cautiously
entered the room, mindful of the broken glass of a nearby window. He called
out, panicking, "Stan? Great uncle Ford? Oh my god, Mabel!" He hurried back out
of the room and climbed up the stairs as fast as he could. The door to he and
Mabel's room was torn off of it's hinges and he felt the feeling of doom for
what he might find settling in.
The space was illuminated by a disturbing red moon that hung outside the
window. He ignored the destroyed state of their bedroom, leaping quickly over
one splintered half of his bed. Dipper found Mabel's bed completely untouched.
Frantically, he stumbled over to her. She was sleeping. Sleeping. When everyone
else was missing and the Mystery Shack was in shambles. "Mabel! Mabel, wake
up!" She continued to sleep on. What was he suppose to do? What was even
happening?
Suddenly, the entire floor was illuminated by a strange symbol. Like a 'U' with
no middle and crossed like a 'T'. Or a bull's head, as Dipper immediately
thought it was. The light grew brighter and brighter and it burnt like a
scorching desert. It was going to kill both of them and he had no idea how to
stop it.
He was falling. His eyes just barely opened in time to catch a glimpse of the
hardwood floor before he landed head first. Of course. The universe was bound
and determined to start his day off poorly. He pushed himself up onto his hands
and knees and looked around the room. What was he doing on the floor? Oh. He
had fallen out of bed.
Mabel laughed from her spot on her own bed as she brushed her hair out. "That
looked like it hurt!" Dipper sat up on his knees then answered with a glare.
"It did. I don't see how someone else's pain can be hilarious." "Uh, have you
watched TV lately? Pain is comedy unless it happens to you." She proclaimed
matter-of-fact-ly before abruptly changing gears, "Today, we should attack
Pacifica- With friendliness!"
"I don't know, Mabel..." He couldn't outright say no to her, especially when
she was cheating with those big eyes and sweet grin just begging for him to say
yes. But he had Bill to worry about, and that came before he or his sister's
enjoyment of the summer.
When she seemed to realize Dipper wouldn't cave, she groaned loudly. "Your
secret make out sessions with Bill are more important than hanging out with me?
Dipper, please? It will be fun~" If she only knew how true her teasing was.
He climbed up from the floor and gave her a nervous smile. "Alright, fine. Just
give me a while to get dressed." She smiled brightly at him and he knew that
caving had been worth it. Mabel's smile was the one thing he loved the most
about his sister. With it, he forgot about her spoiled behavior and only saw
the awkward twin he had grown up with. It was funny... Or maybe not. He had the
slightest feeling that he had had a bad dream.
"Yay! Thank you Dipper!" With a slight skip to her walk, Mabel made her way out
of the room, leaving him to his thoughts. As they obsessively seemed to do
these days, his thoughts came around to Bill. More specifically, the odd dinner
that he had attended the night before.
It had been more like a mad tea party than a nice little dinner. It had started
with an awkward silence. Mrs. Waters had asked him simple questions that he
could really only find one word answers to: 'How is school back in California?'
'Good.' 'Do you like the bread? I made it fresh just for the occasion.' 'Yes.'
It had been rude, but the way that Bill had been staring at him from across the
table had scared him into near silence. Things had only tumbled downward from
there. Bill had cut himself a piece of rare meat and shredded it as much as he
could before slurping up the blood and ripping the meat fiber by fiber apart
with his teeth. Dipper had thanked Mrs. Waters after a half an hour of enduring
Bill's scare games.
Oh, he had felt so bad at that moment for the woman. She had practically begged
him to stay longer- sleepover, even. No doubt, she could see the mood that her
son was in and didn't want to be left alone with him. But Dipper had retreated
with the lame excuse that his great uncles had told him to be home before
eight. A certain chill ran down his spine as he started away from the house,
the sound of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata carrying on the wind from the dark
window of the piano room.
Thoughts of Bill sitting in the dark, with his back to the moon as he played
the dreary tune by himself, made Dipper curious. What did Bill's face look like
when he was alone? He wondered if a demon could ever truly learn to use a
heart. He hoped so. When Bill wasn't threatening to kill his whole family, he
was a good guy- Wait, no. That was just Dipper's mind warping the truth. He was
never a 'good guy,' only a curious creature. What is a monster if you file down
their teeth and nails? What do they do when their claws and sharp teeth are
gone? Bill was trying to grow his back, leading Dipper to wonder if it was
futile or not.
He forced himself to start the process of getting ready as he thought. No
matter what Bill tried to do to him, now that Dipper had set him in a bad mood,
he would try to use his own powers of manipulation to finally get more
information. Summer would fly by him before he knew it, and he didn't want it
to be wasted on hormone induced feelings for a demon trapped inside a human
body.
"Dipper! Hurry up!" Mabel called from the stairs as his tugged his shorts up
and slid his shoes on with a quick call of, "Coming!"
Chapter End Notes
     Lots of metaphors and mystery in this chapter. Be warned. Intensity
     in the next couple of chapters.
***** Summerween *****
Chapter Notes
     I have the worst writer's block. It s taken me what seems like an
     eturnity just to write one measly chapter! I will power through it!
     Enjoy~
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"SUMMERWEEN!" Mabel screamed. Candy and Grenda joined the scream as the three
girls burst through the attic bedroom door. Dipper jumped and hid his journal
under the sheets, a deep blush on his cheeks. What? Pfft. It wasn't as if he
had been doodling a familiar triangle with a grinning eye on the corner of the
page. He was just surprised by the sudden screaming followed by frantic digging
through Mabel's closet.
"What are you guys doing?" He asked warily. Grenda responded with an excited
and manly scream of "It's Summerween!! How could you forget that, Dipper!?
Mabel's only been talking about it all week!!" Okay. He might've been ditching
his responsibilities as a supportive brother over the past couple of days. Now
he felt guilty. Mabel continued to pull out her costume along with Candy and
Grenda's. She had made them herself around Halloween last year. Sure, they had
decided that they would stop Trick-or-Treating when they were twelve, but Mabel
refused to give up the dressing up part. On top of that, Wendy had invited all
of them to Robbie's costume party. Being a funeral home and morgue situated in
the middle of a graveyard made his house the perfect location.
"Dipper!" He looked back to Mabel as she turned around and threw two articles
of clothing at him. He held them up, dread instantly filling his gut. "Mabel.
There is no way I'm going through this again. I'm still traumatized from last
time!" She waved it off, giving him a cheeky grin. "C'mon, Dippy~ This one is
made by me, so it's perfect!" He crossed his arms. Mabel drew closer with a
jetting bottom lip, "Pleeease?" He already knew that this was a bad idea.
Robbie's parents were too nice for their own good. They had let him invite
nearly every person in Gravity Falls between the ages of fifteen and thirty
five. Fog machines, strobe lights, and (hopefully fake) dead bodies made the
morgue take on a more Summerween sort of scary instead of it's usual overly
sanitized kind.
The music was pounding into their skulls before they even stepped foot onto the
porch. Dipper was pleasantly surprised that Robbie wasn't playing his own
music. If that had been the case, he might've left. Grenda knocked harshly on
the door and, within seconds, Wendy answered it. She was dressed like a female
Rumble McSkirmish, her head bouncing to the beat.
"Let's see..." She pointed to Grenda, "Princess," then Candy, "Prince." They
both nodded enthusiastically. "Dude, dude. Grenda. You are a badass princess.
And Candy? Nice." Wendy said seriously, her eyes moving from the two girls to
the twins. Her smile grew before she burst into a fit of laughter.
"We're Little Red Ridding Hood and The Big Bad Wolf!" Mabel announced proudly,
tugging her embarrassed brother closer to her despite his weak struggling.
Wendy had to wipe tears of laughter away, but she managed to choke out a few
words. "Is that the 'Preteen Wolf-boy' costume that Stan made you wear when you
were, like, twelve?"
He knew it! He knew that the horrible memory would be picked and plucked at
tonight. Before he could respond, Mabel cut in, "Nonsense! I made this one for
'Teen' Wolf-boy!" Someone from inside yelled 'Yo, Wendy!' She looked back and
waved with the yell of "Hold on!" Before stepping aside and letting them into
the party. "I'll be over at the sober beer pong table kicking some ass if you
need me. Have fun, you guys!" She slipped in between the crowd of people before
Dipper could even ask her what to do. After all, this was only his second
Summerween party and Mabel hadn't invited her friends the first time.
"Dipper! We'll be right back! We have to go cripple Candy's ex boyfriend- You
know, the one who dumped her two weeks ago- because he made her cry!" Wait,
what? "Mabel! That's not a good idea!" She couldn't hear him though, the music
was too loud and his yelling blended in with the cloud of chatter. They were
gone, leaving Dipper by himself in nothing more than shoes and uncomfortably
itchy fur pants with a matching tail and ears.
The crowd cheered as the song changed to a dubstep tune and whoever was in
charge of the music cranked the volume just that much louder. Everyone was
dancing or jumping to the throbbing beat and Dipper was thrown around between
strangers. Slowly, and painfully, he managed to push himself free of the dance
cluster. The side of the room was littered with antisocial party goers. He
scrunched up his nose in disgust at the sight of Robbie and Tambry making out
in the corner.
So, maybe Dipper wasn't really much of a party person... That was a lie. He
just didn't want to party alone. Hadn't he come here to have fun with his
friends and sister? But they were all busy and didn't have time for him. Well,
jeez. If that wasn't a start to a pity party, he didn't know what else was.
Dipper would be fine on his own. He'd just get something to drink from the
kitchen and then dance with the mob of people who he had never met. Sounded
promising.
Someone was pushing one of the double doors open and Dipper ducked under their
arm, stepping into the kitchen. It was full of twenty year olds chugging sodas,
sitting on the counters, and talking loudly to their friends. Dipper had
thought that there would be less people in the only room of the house that
wasn't decorated, but apparently they liked lingering by the food and drinks.
He took a Pitt soda from the cooler set on the black and white checkered floor
and hesitated. Maybe he could hide in the kitchen for a while... No. Mabel
would think that it was her fault for making him want to leave already when, in
all actuality, it was his own thoughts that made him wish to be somewhere else.
Something cold pressed against his back and a certain, strange excitement
twitched alive in his head. It wasn't him, why would it be? Dipper turned
around to find that it was. Bill stood in front of him with a double barrel
shotgun pointed directly at his chest. Anybody going to react? No one? Dipper
backed up a bit, but Bill took equal steps to maintain his close presence.
"Don't shoot me. Look, I'm sorry!" He stammered, his shoulders hitting the wall
by the back door. Bill's grin grew to a crescent moon as his head cocked to the
side. "What ever could you be apologizing for, Pinetree?" He twitched his
finger against the trigger and Dipper gasped in surprise.
Bill lower the gun and leaned on it, much like his cane. "A hairless werewolf
pup, all alone and afraid." What was he going on about? "Why are you here?
You're not even in costume!" "Oh but I am." Dipper gave him a once over. Yellow
button down, black vest and slacks, and a lose-hanging red bowtie. It just
looked like Bill's normal clothes to him. Then again, there was also the gun to
consider. Shit. "A hunter." How painfully fitting. Suspiciously so.
"You knew-" "That you'd be wearing that costume? Of course I did! You
underestimate the limitless information collection that breaking and entering
can accomplish. And, as your boyfriend, I am required to confiscate any and all
information that I can use against you."
Boyfriend. He said he was his boyfriend. No. He was not acknowledging the
burning in his cheeks. How could he get out of this one? The group to the right
of them were casting curious glances their way and it was making him anxious.
Bill followed his glance to the other group and they looked away instantly. He
grabbed hold of Dipper's hand and roughly pulled him out the back door.
"Ow! Could you try being a little less mean?" He yanked his hand back without a
fight and rubbed at it soothingly. The graveyard laid before them, clearly
unlike the front of the house, bathed in artificial fog. Bill took hold of the
elastic in Dipper's waistband, pulling him to a grave and forcing him to sit on
it. "Have you finally accepted me as your lord and supreme ruler?"
Dipper tried to get up from the grass but Bill sat on his legs. "This is
someone's grave!" "Your point? It's not the resting place of a human, it's just
the dump for used shells. The souls get devoured before they reach whatever
place you believe that they are suppose to go to by Grims. And, unless you want
to ask Grim excrement for permission to sit here, shut your fucking mouth and
listen to me."
He leaned over Dipper, who was watching him carefully from the headstone that
he unwillingly rested against. A gloved hand came up and touched one of Dipper
bare nipples. He gasped and, like any other apex predictor, Bill attacked when
his prey was the most vulnerable.
Hot lips pushed into his. It hurt so much. Not right there, but in his chest.
For a long moment, Dipper thought that maybe he had been wrong; that the thing
he was feeling for Bill was hate. He had never expected that liking someone
could hurt so badly. Bill's tongue was in his mouth and his hand was sliding
down to Dipper's thigh, gripping and fondling the flesh with strangely gentle
fingers. They were so close to a...certain area. He couldn't help but sigh
Bill's name into the kiss.
Bill pulled him forward by the hair, suddenly, before slamming his head back
into the gritty marble stone behind it. It sent him reeling, his skull
pulsating as a warning against fainting. He momentarily ignored the pain and no
doubt the migraine it had brought along. He hesitated, his hands wanting to do
something. Push him away? What did Dipper want? He wished he knew.
There was a slurping noise between their lips when Bill pulled back. It was a
sudden realization that hit Dipper like a punch in the kidney as he stared at
the expressionless face above him. Between that angular jaw and slightly
pointed nose, his slim yet strong arms and thin waist, not to mention his soft
hair... He thought Bill was hot. How on earth had that happened? When did it
happen? Just now?
Bill's expression became etched with anger. "Stop doing that!" He hadn't done
anything, though. What was he suppose to stop doing? All he could manage to do
was stare back at that furious face with one of utter confusion.
The dimensional being trapped in a teenaged body got up with roar of anger. He
picked up the gun, pointing it at Dipper's forehead, and pulling the trigger.
Dipper flinched. He started to wonder if maybe Bill actually did have one
bullet in the gun; that he was playing a one-way game of Russian Roulette with
his life. This time there had been no click, but the next was sure to be the
last.
"You know what, twitchy-bitchy? Let me tell you something that you're probably
already aware of, you smarty pants~!" He tapped the gun. "This gun? Yeah, it
has one bullet in it. Two chambers, two shots, and I've already pulled the
trigger twice. Which means the next time it goes off someone's getting
killed~!" Here a grin came to his face. "The question is: Who will it be?"
"Why?" Dipper glared and stood up slowly. "Why are you doing this? Are you
really still just a heartless monster?" When Bill only continued grinning, he
bit his lip and looked away with a mumble, "Don't you feel anything for me?"
"What'll it be, Pinetree? You can blow my head off because I messed with your
precious 'feelings' or I can kill you and write a beautiful tear-inducing
suicide note for your sister to read."
This wasn't fair. Kill Bill? He wasn't an ex-assassin out for revenge. And
he... Liked Bill a lot. Plus, who knows what would happen if Bill's death wish
was fulfilled. No. Dipper ignored the tears of frustration and held his hands
out in surrender. "T-then go ahead and kill me."
Bill's smile formed into a crease as he said oddly "Didn't think? You stink."
before raising the gun at Dipper and pulling the trigger.
Chapter End Notes
     Intensity... Stay tune for more soon.
***** Bloody *****
Chapter Notes
     I was without power all day hence just barely making the update day.
     Ten minutes more denied the Internet and I would have had my first
     tardy update. I now bring to you, the continuation of The Stone in
     His Chest. Enjoy
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Dipper screamed and fell onto his side. Pain- Pain and blood. He gasped for air
in shock. He had been cocky, thinking that the rules of Bill's rebirth would
keep him from hurting him. Now look where he was: bleeding out in a graveyard.
He looked up at Bill as he stood over, watching him with a grin. "It's almost
art, the blood and all, soaking the grass. It's a beautiful thing." He stood
there for a moment longer before turning away with wide eyes. Bill screamed
through a closed mouth, his hands holding his face.
What was going on? Dipper's vision was hazy with tears, but he would be fine.
Bill had shot him in the thigh at close range, but missed his bones and major
arteries. He was pretty sure that it was more of a surface wound than an
internal one. Still, It was extremely painful and bloody. He could see more
blood starting to speckle the short grass in front of Bill and reached out to
tug at his pant leg.
"Bill-" Dipper cast a look back at the morgue that continued to thump with
music. No one had heard the shot and Mabel's design of his costume had a major
flaw: lack of pockets. No cellphone. Hands turned his head roughly to look up
into Bill's bloody face that was still holding a horrible smile. Blood and
clots streamed down his face like tears from the hole where his left eye once
was and stains of nerves and destroyed tear ducts laid against his pale skin,
weeped for their loss.
"You see what you made me do, bitch? It's all your sacrificial nonsense that's
driving me to this." He pulled out his phone and threw it at Dipper's face that
was drowning behind a wall of tears. He must've looked so stupid but, in the
moment, he wanted nothing more than say something, something to Bill. 'I'm
sorry!' Anything! But he was choking on sobs. It wouldn't matter now anyway
because Bill was wobbling away into the woods.
Dipper pushed himself up, using a headstone for support, and limped after him.
He wasn't going lay there on the ground crying and calling for help from Bill's
cellphone. That's what Bill wanted, but Dipper was not going to let him wander
off into the woods all alone.
From one headstone to the other, he walked, cripplingly slow, after Bill who
sounded to be breathing heavy ragged mucus breaths. The woods were no place for
either of them in their conditions, but Bill must have walked at least a mile
before collapsing against a large boulder. Dipper staggered over to him and
slid down the mossy rock's side to take his place beside the other.
"So that is the rule, huh? If you hurt someone, you get hit twice as hard."
Bill didn't respond. His remaining eye gazed blankly at the night sky through a
clearing between the top of the trees. Dipper bit his lip and tried again, "You
can't really blame me. I mean, you decided that shooting me was a good idea
even though you knew what would happen." He paused for a response but added
soon after, "Why didn't you kill me?" It was looking like he wasn't going to be
getting a single word out of Bill. Dipper sighed, he was exhausted. His leg was
going painfully numb, which he was guessing wasn't a good sign, and every time
he thought about what was on (or not on) the other side of Bill's face, his
stomach tightened and threaten to push up what little he had in it.
"Look kid, don't chalk it up to being some sort of abstract desire to spare
you. I wanted to kill you, but I'd rather not go out that way." Dipper leaned
forward a bit, looking over the destroyed eye and noting that the surviving one
was following his movements carefully. "Shooting me in the thigh was worth
loosing your eye?" Bill shrugged with and irritated expression carved into his
withering face, "One eye is sexy." Dipper stared at him for a moment, before a
smile spread across his face, "You're losing it, man." "So are you."
There was a long moment where no words were exchanged and Dipper's mind went
hazy, but it momentarily came back when Bill spoke. "You're going to die from
infection." Dipper managed to straighten up from his slouch. "You're going to
die from shock and blood loss." Dipper's head lolled, vision blurring, and soon
he was asleep. Bill remained awake, lost in an unreadable thought process. But
every once in awhile, his eye glanced over at Dipper's bloody thigh.
Chapter End Notes
     Oh boy, I feel a slow spiral of drama coming soon. It may not be in
     the next chapter or the one after that but I will warn you sooner
     than later.
***** Red Dot *****
Chapter Notes
     Enjoy some more stuff. The good kind
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Dipper violently jolted awake. Ford was calling out and lightly smacking his
cheeks in order to revive him. He looked around frantically and found that he
was laying on the outdoor couch in the shade of the Mystery Shack's porch. The
sun wasn't visible yet, but the sky was becoming lighter as it grew closer.
How the hell had he ended up here? The last thing he could remember was resting
in the dark woods with Bill after a bloody exchange at the Summerween party.
Where was Bill? His great uncle was asking him something, but he was still
stuck in his mind. He wondered about his costume's disappearance and
replacement with his own clothes.
With effort, Dipper managed to sit up and, for the first time, he felt the true
effects of a close range shot. His leg was on fire. The bullet had cut through
a section of tissue in his right inner thigh all the way out the other side.
The skin that had been close to the end of the barrel was burnt and tender. The
wound was covered by his shorts and no blood was coming through so that was a
positive.
"Dipper, are you listening to a word I'm saying?" Right. Stanford was still
talking while a calculating eye ran over him. "Uh, sorry. What did you say?"
"We were looking for you all night! Mabel is extremely upset. She thinks that
you disappeared from the party because she left you by yourself. Where did you
go?" Ford asked sternly.
Stanford was smart and nice to him most of the time. He really saw Dipper as a
close family member and a partner who he could explore the pockets of weird
with. However, with such an attachment came the instinct to protect and Dipper
knew Ford would blame himself for letting Bill leech onto him. And so, Dipper
went for the snippy teenager route. "Why should I have to tell you?" He hated
himself for it, but he ultimately thought he was protecting his great uncle
this way.
"Excuse me?" Stanford's eyes grew wide and he knelt beside the junky couch to
stare up into Dipper's face, grabbing hold of both his arms, and trying
incredulously to read the younger's shifty gaze. "Dipper, you made your sister
cry- I almost filed a missing persons report! I have a right to know where you
were and what you were doing last night!"
"Nothing! Bill and I just-" "Bill? You ran off alone with Bill!?" He shouldn't
have mentioned Bill, but Stanford yelling at him was unnerving and upsetting.
He didn't want him to be mad. Ford took a deep breath and stood. "We need to
talk in my lab about an unavoidable subject, as it seems to only be getting
worse. Come along, Dipper." What Dipper wouldn't do to get out of this
situation. Any opportunity that could prevent him from following Stanford to
the lab would be readily accepted.
None came. Dipper was forced to accept his fate and very carefully slid off the
couch. Ford had already stormed inside, anger practically pouring in streams
out of his eyes, leaving the coast clear for Dipper to test his ability to
stand. There was a tightness on his thigh and the fabric rubbing at his seared
flesh was an unpleasant feeling, but he would grin and bear it until he
absolutely couldn't anymore.
Walking straight without a limp was the hardest part, but he managed a fairly
casual walk down the stairs. He rode the elevator beside his silent great uncle
before arriving at the main lab space. The operating table was pushed aside and
a small fold out table with two plastic chairs took up the open area, littered
with playing cards and beer bottles. It was weird to imagine that Ford had
probably drank a few of those. Dipper wasn't so dumb that he didn't know about
his Grunkle Stan smoking and the both of them drinking when he and Mabel
weren't around.
Dipper found himself sitting on the stool by Ford's desk. It had become more
cluttered than the last time he'd been down there. His great uncle bent over
and typed fiercely at the computer, pulling up a newer image that the
abnormality scanner had picked up. A massive red circle stood out, just in the
lining of trees to the right of the Mystery Shack. He cast an accusing look at
Dipper, who had turned pale at seeing his shame displayed on a screen.
"If he obtains any more power in the third dimension, he'll have more than he
ever did in the mindscape! This isn't a game! The world could be devastated
with one swipe of his finger! Dipper. I know you've been giving him more blood.
Don't lie, this is serious." In return, Dipper glared, "I know it's not a game!
I'm not some dumb kid like you think I am!" Ford opened his mouth, but Dipper
shut his response down and continued in a furry that neither of them were
accustom to him being in.
"He played on my weaknesses to get my blood and I was terrified to tell you
because I knew that you would get mad like this! But you know what? I know Bill
better than you do now! He's an insane, abusive asshole, but I-!" He stopped
abruptly and looked away from Stanford's wide eyes. He wiped at his frustrated
tears with a mumble, "You don't have to worry about him using his magic, he
can't hurt anything without hurting himself twice as much."
Dipper waited for it to come; for his uncle to tell him how horrible and
disgusting he was for defending Bill. He was surprised that he had even said it
to begin with. Ford didn't yell. He chanced a glance back and tried to make
sense of Ford's expression (some sort of tear between emotions) before the man
turned back to the screen. "Go to your room." "Huh? Why?" "You're grounded."
Parents were supposed to be the ones who did the grounding, not his
'understanding', and 'cool' Grunkles! He got off the stool, his leg stinging as
he stood with a loud and frustrated groan. "Are you serious!? This is so
unfair!" Those, apparently, were the wrong words. Ford turned back around, rage
glaring behind his glasses. "While you are under MY supervision, you'll do what
I say! And I said go to your room, now!"
The burning of his leg as he stomped out of the lab was nothing compared the
burning in his face. Dipper was pissed- more than pissed, he was furious. Not
only at Stanford, but at the whole world. He needed to punch or kick someone.
He stepped out from the vending machine and had the smart idea of kicking it
with his bad leg. Dipper hissed, "Fuck!"
"Watch you mouth!" A woman berated him from the nearby shirt rack. He ignored
her and limped through the living room and up the stairs. Soos passed him on
the steps with a paint bucket and brush.
"Oh, hey dude. I just got done fixin' the paint in your room. It's brown now
so- Hey are you okay? You look a little red in the face." "Not right now,
Soos." He finished climbing the stairs, dragging his leg after him. Everything
that had been in he and Mabel's room now laid across the landing outside their
door. Mabel was laying her bed but looked up as Dipper threw himself onto his
own bed with an irritated sigh.
"Dipper where have you been!? I tried to find you at the party but you were
gone!" Dipper sighed again, staring at the triangle shaped light that the
window casted on the ceiling. "What's wrong, bro-bro?" "I don't want to talk
about it." His hand crept down and felt his thigh. There were stitches, he felt
them through his pants. Bill had stitched the wound? He felt a bitter flutter
in his chest and covered his face with his pillow before letting out a muffled
scream.
Mabel rolled her eyes. "You're such a drama queen." As an after thought, she
said casually, "Oh, when you were gone, Grunkle Ford borrowed your journal by
the way." Great. Dipper shoved the pillow harder against his face and wished he
had the will to suffocate himself.
Chapter End Notes
     Stanford's a bit of an owl poot in this chapter and whatever shall
     Dipper do now that he is grounded?
***** Grounded *****
Chapter Notes
     I will not forget about you, lovely readers. So here. Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Counting the rings of age on each board above his bed. It had become the best
way to think without using his brain. The attic looked more normal now that it
wasn't pastel pink, but placing their furniture against the freshly painted
light brown walls didn't make Dipper feel any less like a prisoner.
He lazed about the Mystery Shack in a pathetic puddle of despair for several
days, moping about in a way that made everyone around him either concerned or
annoyed. Being confined to the shack indefinitely had left him in this weird
listless state of mind. Without mysteries to explore or other worldly beings to
lightly obsess about what was his summer? Watching TV? He was sure that if the
suspension from suspense went on much longer his mind would turn on itself.
Considering that he was already coming up with conspiracies of supposed hidden
messages in the Sanches fried chicken commercials, his sanity was already up
for question.
While he was absently flipping through a dictionary (because what else was he
suppose to do with his time), Mabel entered the living room sluggishly.
"Dipper, are you ungrounded yet?" He wished. "No." She sighed heavily and sat
on the arm of Stan's chair beside him. "Grunkle Ford is being a butt! He's
indirectly punishing me for you running off by not letting you go anywhere with
me! I mean, it's almost been a whole week. That's way too long for anyone to go
without seeing sunlight!" "I know right? But, Mabel, I can see the sun from the
windows." She turned her head away from him dramatically, "That's not the
same!"
They fell into a series of groans and sighs about how horribly bored they were
because of Stanford's stupid grounding. But the string of distressed sounds
stopped when Dipper's phone buzzed. He quickly pulled it from his pocket and
looked it over hopefully.
["What is a cow's inevitable fate, but also the name of a homosexual night
club? Forty seconds to respond."]
Dipper unintentionally sighed in relief. Bill hadn't tried to reach him in any
way since Summerween and he had began to wonder if it was because he was in the
hospital or just because he had shifted back to hating Dipper. The day before,
he had sent Bill a text along the lines of ["Are you dead? If not, text me.
Okay?"] and now Bill had responded with a weird...riddle? Or maybe it was
suppose to be a joke? He had know idea what to make of it.
"The Meat Grinder!" Mabel suddenly spouted out and Dipper turned to see Mabel
looking over his shoulder at the phone. He turned it away from her and felt his
cheeks darken a little. "Mabel-" "Hurry up and type it in!" Should he really?
He had about twenty seconds left, easily enough time to type it out and send
it. But did he really want Bill to think that he had memorized the names to gay
clubs? Not particularly, no. Sensing his hesitation, Mabel gave his arm a good
shake, "Dooo iiiitttt!"
"Alright! Fine! Just stop doing that already!" She instantly let go of his arm
and he quickly sent Mabel's answer. There was a pause as the time went over the
forty second mark and continued on. But then his phone buzzed and a long
message appeared:
["There are so many punishments for cheating that I'm going to have a hard time
deciding which I enjoy the best.
But that is the right answer, so I'll just torture you when you come over
tonight instead of stealing you away right in front of Shooting Star."]
Oh... Dipper locked his phone without a response, knowing that Mabel had read
the message. He was waiting for it, honestly. For Mabel to freak out either in
anger or in happiness. It was hard to tell what she would do when, although she
had been completely right about his attraction to Bill, it was still Bill after
all. Some of the people of Gravity Falls who had been through Weirdmageddon had
such a resentment toward him that they had banned any and all triangles from
their lives.
Mabel sighed loudly and patted his back. "Don't stress out, you get all sweaty
and gross when you do. Besides, I KNEW this would happen and you have my
ninety-five point three percent support." It was too embarrassing to talk about
his one-sided feelings like they were actually returned or that they even
existed, but his chest felt a bit lighter knowing that at least his twin sister
was okay with it. "Why only ninety-five percent?" A smile spread across his
face before he could catch it as Mabel crossed her arms and frowned deeply.
"Because, he's a colossal jerkface! I've had nightmares of a giant squirrel
eating Bambi!"
Soos came in through the back door and Mabel shouted, "Hey, Soos! Dipper is in
love!" And just as soon as he was glad that she knew, he wished she didn't. He
shoved at her roughly, "Mabel!" In response, she slid off the armchair to sit
on top of her struggling brother. Soos gave a thumbs up. "Nice, dude. She's the
same age as you this time, right? You know, a girl you might actually have a
chance at?"
"It's a guy and he's technically like, as old as time or whatever. But yeah,
he's about the same age- ow!" Dipper kicked Mabel in the back with his good leg
and, in return, she slapped him on the chest harshly. "What's your problem!?"
He managed to shove her off, glaring angrily, "I'm not in love with him so stop
telling people about it!" She was pissed off as well now and spat out
sarcastically, "Oh, I must be stupid then because I thought we were just
talking about how I give him my permission to date you!"
"Uh, Dipper? If you're worried what I think about you, don't dude. Love is what
gives us hope. Our love for people and things is the only true feeling that
binds us to this plane of existence. Because without loving or bring love, your
not living. You know? So, the fact that you found someone you love, is pretty
great." "That was beautiful, Soos." Mabel added, but her voice was still angry
and her eyes locked narrowly on her brother. Soos just shrugged. Dipper didn't
look happy at all, his face was blotchy and red and he was stiff as he took
quick breaths.
Talking about his unsure feelings with the both of them was too much and Dipper
had reached his limit of stress and anxiety. They were talking about things
they didn't understand. How could they so easily declare his confusion as love?
He needed more time before he was sure of what it was. He pushed past Soos and
stomped right out the back door, suddenly breaking out into a run the moment
that he saw Stanford carrying a ladder towards a tree that held Mabel's
glittery trash bag kite. But the run was weak and he limped heavily, his
amateur stitches contracting harshly with every push.
"Dipper! Get back inside!" Ford had thrown down the ladder and chased after him
for a moment before giving up. Even in the horribly messed up state Dipper was
in, his great uncle was no match for him when it came to stamina.
He shuttered from the pain that radiated off of his leg from running and
walking- then climbing up those porch stairs. He stood, hunched over in front
of the white door. He had no idea why he had come here of all places, when the
demon that lurked inside seemed to be at the center of all his problems. But he
was there, and there was no way he was going to be able to move his leg again
anytime soon. He rang the doorbell and straightened as best as he could while
leaning most of his weight on his left leg.
Mrs. Waters opened the door with a smile, but it was full of sadness that
matched her mourning black dress. A gold cross hung around her neck and her
blond hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Dipper's mind immediately told him
that Bill had died, that this was a mother grieving her loss. In it's frantic
theorizing he overlooked the fact that he had received texts from Bill about
two hours before (it had taken awhile to get there with a gimp leg).
"Today's not a very good day. Please, go home." Her blue eyes practically
begged him to leave, but Dipper had no intentions of going back to the Mystery
Shack. "Is Bill home?" An utter horror broke out on her face and she took a
step back. "So, you've met his other personality." Did she think her son had a
split personality disorder? He supposed that it would make sense to a
nonbeliever of the supernatural. Dipper nodded and she seemed to ease a bit,
stepping aside to reluctantly let him in.
"He's usually my Jimmy; a bit of a spoiled brat, what only child isn't? But
ever since Summerween he's been Bill all of the time." Her voice began to shake
as if she was about cry. Though Dipper knew telling her the truth- that there
never really was a James Waters- would be too much for the poor woman, he so
desperately wanted to tell her so she would understand that it wasn't her
fault.
Dipper sat carefully on the couch beside the depressed woman as she had noticed
his limp and gestured to it for him to take a rest. "Is your leg fine? I
wouldn't suggest climbing the stairs in that condition." Dipper shook it off
with a mild smile, "I'm fine. I, uh... Got my leg tangled in barbed-wire. B-but
it's fine!"
"How did you meet James, by the way?" Her voice sounded distant as she started
to speak, staring at one of the covered windows. "It's funny, for the longest
time I thought you were an imaginary friend of his. He told me these stories
when he was no more than five about climbing inside of your body and wearing it
to a puppet show. Obviously, children have strange imaginations when they're
little, so I thought nothing of it. But it scared me when he told me of the
horrible wars he had imagined he fought in to librate his 'dimension.' He
scared away physiatrist after physiatrist, doctor after doctor- even his own
father... When he turned twelve, however, he stopped talking about you and all
the insane things that worried me."
She paused for a long moment before saying, almost like it was a joke, "He
would sneak out of the house a lot, but he was a straight A student. Until two
years ago when 'Bill' started showing up. He's evil. Not necessarily in a
physically violent way, but in the things he would say... When we moved here a
month and a half ago, he was so sweet, a brat, but he was nice... Now this
'Bill' is back and he cut my baby's eye out!"
Dipper had to look away as the miserable woman's eyes began to silently spill
over. What was he suppose to do? Her life was completely devoted to her son who
wasn't even her son. Why did Bill even choose her of all people? No. He pushed
thoughts related to investigating Bill away and tried his best to comfort her,
even if it was only in his own awkward way.
"I met Jim the first day of summer... I also met Bill. Even though Bill seems
scary, he's soft in some places because of the Jim part of him. Uh, I don't
know if this makes sense but, Jim and Bill are the same person. They're both
your son, so... Um. Don't worry."
"Boy, if you ladies are done crying, I'd like to have the gimp with extra
whipped cream, hold the old maid." Both Dipper and Mrs. Waters looked over as
Bill descended the staircase to the right of the couch. A flutter of dread and
something similar to happiness filled Dipper's chest like suffocating
butterflies. He was scared, yet excited to see him again.
That is, until Bill turned towards him with a grin... And a black eyepatch.
Chapter End Notes
     Super excited about the whole CipherHunt that's been happening
     recently~ I hope the statue will be made available for everyone to go
     and visit. That is my wish.
     Anywho, I wonder where Dipper is running off to at the end of this
     chapter... Hmm.
***** A Curse *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ to be respectful:
     WARNING! There is some non-con in des chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The third floor hall had become more narrow, that had to be it. The walls
crowded in on Dipper like reaching hands as he followed Bill to his room.
Dipper took notice that the cross on the bedroom door was flipped upside down
and slowed his limping pace to mere inching along the wood floor towards their
destination.
After tearing Dipper from the couch, ignoring his emotionally distraught
mother, and dragging him up the stairs, Bill did not speak. It was unnerving
and Dipper had begun to wonder why Bill seemed so eager to get to his room.
They reached the door, the owner swinging it open to slam into the wall behind
it with a loud bang. What Dipper stepped into was not the same room that it had
been the last time he visited. A single red candle burned on the desk as the
only source of light and the white walls were blanketed with photo after photo,
messily overlapping to accommodate so many. The walls seemed smaller against
the shear tally of photos.
As his eyes adjusted to see better in the dimness, he realized two unsettling
things immediately: All of the photos were of him, and Bill had closed the door
behind them. A large eye was drawn over the pictures that hung behind the bed,
painted with a crusty red substance. Dipper was one hundred percent positive
that it was blood.
"W-What the heck is all of this?" He demanded as he turned to face Bill who was
slithering towards him with a penetrating grin.
"You're not the only one keeping tabs on a weird creature wearing a human
body." What was that suppose to mean? Bill was looking over his handiwork,
bemused if not borderline disgusted by the imagery surrounding him.
There was a picture of Dipper flicking the mud off of himself after climbing
out of the mud pit on Pioneer Day. Marker on the corner said 'Disgust?' Another
image of him laughing loudly with Mabel on their way back from school had
Mabel's eyes crossed out and a star drawn over her forehead while a red arrow
pointed at Dipper's open mouth. The note in the corner read 'Invitation? Teeth.
Nerd alert.'
He was stunned to horror... But, oddly impressed with the level of collective
data that the other had managed. "Why are you so interested in me?" Dipper
finally managed to ask and a cool expression settled on Bill's face, showing a
bit of defense to the question. Touchy subject?
"Don't get a big head, Pinetree. If anything, be afraid. Very afraid." Bill sat
down on the edge of his bed and pointed at the empty spot beside him as if
demanding Dipper to fill it. The shorter boy only hesitated a moment before
sitting beside Bill on the surprisingly soft bed. He was sure as the sun rising
that the bed had been stiff and uncomfortable last time he had sat on it.
"You're weird. The most disturbingly strange meat sack I have ever laid my eye
on. What I'm basically saying is, that you're a freak, kid. And that means a
lot coming from me!" Was it weird that somehow Dipper thought Bill was trying
to compliment him? The idea that it was even possible took root in the
analyzing one-eyed gaze that the imposing figure carried as he pushed Dipper
into laying back.
Somewhere in the back of his scrambling mind, Dipper took note that he could
feel his phone going off in his pocket again. But that wasn't important,
considering it would only be Ford wanting to yell at him. He had more pressing
matters, like the way Bill was feeling up his right leg. Dipper knew that he
was dragging out his actual intention of reaching the stitches. That was not
going to happen as far as Dipper was concerned, and he grabbed hold of Bill's
wandering hand as it reached the edge of his shorts. "No way! Don't touch me!"
Bill started to smile but it tanked and became a frown. His hands coming up to
hold Dipper's neck. With both of his thumbs on the other's Adam's apple, he
felt Dipper swallow hard but he didn't put up a fight. Why? He could easily
push Bill away. "What are you doing, huh? What kind of magic have you been
dabbling in?" What? Dipper finally pushed the hands away from his throat,
trying to sit up only to be held down by a hand on his chest. So he responded
irritatedly, "I haven't. What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb. You're clever, kid, but a being of pure energy like myself
can feel it when they're cursed." Bill twirled a lock of Dipper's hair around
his spindly fingers while his other hand, still in Dipper's grasp, unbuttoned
his shorts. He received a gasp and his other hand left the soft brown hair to
join in the struggle for the fabric. Dipper was trying to banish the hands far,
far away. An angry smile came to Bill's face, "What was it? A curse to slowly
make my ribs heavier and heavier until they suffocated me to death? Knot my
stomach so the acid dripped out and poisoned the rest of my body?"
The pinned boy pushed and shoved at Bill frantically as he roughly pulled
Dipper's shorts down to his knee. But his fingers continued to move about him
as if nails weren't digging into his arm and yanking as a panicked voice
pleaded for him to stop. Bill wasn't listening, or rather, they sounded like
inviting calls instead of repellent to him.
"If you hate me so much, why don't you doing something about it? Grab my throat
and squeeze." He drug out the last word as he squeezed at the front of Dipper's
underwear, who became oddly still and non-combative in response. That wasn't
the sort of reaction Bill was looking for. He wanted Dipper to scream and
desperately try to get away, or at least show how much of horny bitch he really
was by moaning and begging to be touched more. But Dipper didn't do anything.
Bill rubbed him harshly through his underwear, waiting to hear a noise or see a
change in his face.
That face. It was turned away to look at anything but Bill. This was not what
Dipper wanted at all. His innocence was being ripped from him and yet, he
couldn't bring himself to stop Bill. It was pathetic, honestly, the way that
his bottom lip began to tremble and his hands -still clutching the forearm of
the hand doing this horrible thing to him- were shaking. Why was he so
distraught? He knew that this wasn't out of love like he wanted it to be. It
was a big joke for Bill, and that killed him inside.
Shamefully, he was getting hard from the rough pumping because it was Bill. He
was not in the right state of mind for this. When he came, it was virginally
quick and thick. He clamped his eyes shut and tried to stop himself, but he
cried. That was not he wanted, not one bit. A disgusting, sticky feeling was
left on his underwear as Bill pulled his hand away. Dipper dreaded looking at
Bill or hearing his voice. He just wanted to curl into a ball of self loathing
and never come out.
Bill had other plans, however. He grabbed hold of Dipper's shirt and wiped his
release on it. After watching the body beneath him shake with sobs that he
didn't understand, he asked irritatedly, "Why would that make you react like
this?" His words just made Dipper angry on top of being upset and he glared at
Bill through tear clouded eyes.
"Because, I know you're just messing around with me! I-I actually think I might
like you, but I know you'll never like me back..." He took a deep breath and
shoved Bill away from him as he climbed off the bed with pain and uncomfortable
squishing from his leg and underwear. "To have you touch me like that when you
hate me is degrading and it hurts. You wouldn't understand any if that, would
you?"
Dipper pulled his pants up and stood there, holding the desk chair for support
awkwardly. He hadn't thought this through in the least and he wasn't going to
be able to make it to the Mystery Shack (where he didn't even want to be)
without ripping his leg off in the process. Bill's house (where he also didn't
want to be) left him a bitter choice of no choice. He was stuck.
"Your feelings are too complicated and stupid. What is love, huh? You humans
made up a pretend thing to worship. 'Oh, isn't love so beautiful? Isn't it so
pure and innocent?' Love is nothing but lust with twice as many lies." He
wanted to punch Bill's grinning face but instead he asked, as non-depressed
sounding as he could with his eyes averted, "Whatever. Can I... use your
shower?"
"Go right on ahead. I'll even let you slide into a pair of my underwear when
you get out.~" Dipper hated himself so much in that moment because he realized
that he had fallen for someone who would never see him the way he wanted, yet
again.
Chapter End Notes
     It was sad. Even Mysterious Mr.K shed a few tears when spellchecking.
     More to come. Hope I didn't make this a little too upsetting.
***** Please *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ so! My guess for how long this story may end up being is
     around 50 chapters. Hope you're in for the long haul. Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Is it so wrong to love someone who hates you? Dipper wished for the answer to
be 'yes' and that everything was devoid of purpose without the return of said
feelings. Because it felt as though it was.
He had finished up in the shower and found underwear, sweat pants, and a T-
shirt laid out on the bathroom counter, waiting for him. They were all too long
on him but he didn't care. He didn't care about a lot of things now that it had
become apparent his life was destined to be filled with pain and loss.
It couldn't even be excused due to him simply being a dramatic teen. He found
that, along the way this summer, something had gone horribly wrong. He had
fallen hard and unpadded for Bill Cipher, who had bluntly stated that he was
only interested in his body and seeing just how far he could push Dipper until
he couldn't go on. That was fun for him. What Dipper felt was nothing but more
skin to burrow inside of and sink his teeth into. Had he expected this to
happen? Was this his way of revenge?
Mrs. Waters happened to run into him on her way out of one of the many
mysterious rooms in the hall leading up to Bill's room and gave his shoulder a
reassuring pat.
"Thank you. You managed to get Jimmy back. He told me that you were having
problems at home. You can spend the night if you'd like." He tried to give her
a smile but he imagined it was awful. He never had been good at hiding how he
really felt. She accepted it without the slightest bit of wonder and pointed
him to a spare bedroom at the beginning of the hall, furthest from her son's
room, whether it was intentional or not.
It looked like Bill's room- before he had coated the walls with pictures of
Dipper and his blood. Plain. Bland. The room consisted of a queen-sized bed
draped in grey sheets and black pillows, a cactus in the back left corner, and
a small night stand. A lamp stood atop the stand as the only source of light
besides the window above the headboard.
He sat on the edge of the bed with a tired sigh but looked back to Mrs. Waters
as she lingered in the doorway. "Should I call one of your uncles and tell them
that you're spending the night? They'll probably be worried, even if they are
in a bad mood, if you don't come home tonight without speaking to them." He
wanted to laugh and tell her bitterly that they didn't really care about where
he was. If Stanford was truly looking for him, as Mabel had text him a bit ago,
wouldn't Bill's house be the first place he would check? Instead, Dipper pulled
out his phone to show her that he was calling his uncles. "I'll call them!
Eh... So don't worry about it." She nodded with a smile and started pulling the
door closed, "Alright." Then, she called loud enough for both Bill and Dipper
to hear from their rooms, "Don't stay up too late, boys!"
Dipper listened as her shoes clicking against the hardwood floor grew quieter
before the sound of her closing a door on the second floor could be heard
faintly. He was alone... And entering a state of mind far from predictive; a
bitter resolve that he would call his mom. She was a strict woman but, when he
couldn't turn to Mabel, she was a fair listener and would speak her mind and
her opinion.
The phone rang, and rang... But she didn't answer and he got her voicemail
asking him to leave a message. With a sigh, he waited for the beep before
saying stiffly, "Hey, mom. You're busy and stuff and probably still at work now
that I think about it- Sorry. I just wanted to give you a heads up that I'll be
coming home early. Yep. Mabel wants to stay the whole summer, though, so don't
count on her being with me. But yeah... I'll call you back when I figure out
when I'll be leaving. Well, bye." Uhg. Leaving a message was almost as awkward
as talking on the phone.
That was that then... Fight or flight? Dipper had chosen flight. At least this
way he'd be far away from Bill and would be able to get over him. It had worked
easily enough for Wendy, after all. His great uncles wouldn't need to flip out
over the very thought of him having feelings for Bill and everything would
eventually grow dull and dim like the room he was in.
Turning off the lamp, Dipper crawled under the sheets and tried to sleep.
'Tried' being the keyword. The pillow was uncomfortable and he shifted about
for several minutes, trying to find a more appreciative position but none were
to be had. He groaned and picked up the pillow to fluff it up a bit when
something dropped out of the case.
"What the-" he reached over and turned the lamp on to see what it was and he
stared down at a butcher's knife in utter confusion. What was a knife doing in
a pillow case? Was it Georgina Waters' secret weapon for protection in case her
son came after her one day? Or maybe it was Bill's hiding place? Dipper
wouldn't put it past him if there were a dozen weapons in every room of the
house, hidden and waiting to be used at his disposal.
The silence grew louder around him as his eyes traced the outline and curves of
the blade. It could do a substantial amount of damage, raggedly ripping through
flesh in one blow alone...
A parasite appeared. A black worm, sticky with sludge, wiggled it's way out
from under the blade. "Why abandon your whole summer? Wouldn't that be letting
him win?Instead of running, fight like a man. Kill him with this knife." It
spoke inside his head, with his voice, but it was not his own thoughts. He
vaguely remembered that killing was not a good idea but he couldn't recall why,
if their had ever been and reason to begin with.
"He's a horrible person and will never return your feelings. He molested, shot,
and punched you- not to mentioned threatened to kill your sister. Isn't that a
good enough reason?" He glared and snatched up the knife and parasite that
wiggled in his grip and made his palm slick with black goo.
He trudged down the dark hall and tugged Bill's unlocked bedroom door open.
Bill sat on the floor with his eye closed and a magic circle drawn in chalk on
the hardwood floor around him. Dipper smeared the white powder and broke the
circle with his foot and, as he expected, the parasite shriveled up and died.
Bill opened his eye slowly and Dipper took notice of the black bruising around
his eyelid that had been previously been covered by an eyepatch and of the
thick black string stitching the empty lids closed together.
There was no sympathy for the devil at the moment, however, and Dipper dropped
the knife noisily to the floor with a glare "I'm not going to kill you. Just
give it up already." He turned to leave when Bill called quickly,
"Please."
'Please'? Dipper hadn't thought that word was in Bill's mental dictionary, like
Grunkle Stan. He turned back to meet the miserable expression that seemed so
out of place on the sarcastic face. Dipper was not about to relieve him of the
pain of being human... Not yet. He turned back around and sluggishly limped
back to the room he was staying in.
The pillow was a lot softer without a knife under it, but now he lay staring at
the roof above him with so much more on his mind than before. He wondered what
Bill was thinking about down the hall, now that he was alone. He wondered if it
was even considered justifiable to deny death to someone as chaotic as Bill
Cipher even if such misery continued to exist because of his own decision.
Is it wrong to hate someone you love?
He didn't sleep that night.
Chapter End Notes
     Yes... And so the angst continues... And shall continue for a bit
     more.
***** Dreary *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The sun was just barely beginning to show it's rays in the form of the faintest
grey blue appearing over the tree line though the window above the bed.
Dipper regretted opening the window the night before as the cool morning air
crept in and made his nose irritatingly cold. What's done is done. He was
awake, and awake he would stay. Taking a deep breath, he sat up and looked over
the unfamiliar room blankly. A sleepless night was followed by unfocused
thoughts that bounced from lazily telling his body to get up to yelling at him
to bury deeper into the sheets... But it was all a minuscule buzzing sensation
in the very back of his mind compared to the swollen, cancerous images of the
night before that consumed the forefront of his thoughts. It still throbbed in
his skull, still hurt like the moment it had happened.
The floor creaked soundly as Dipper's legs made contact with the wood and he
carefully stood from the bed. Surprisingly, his leg felt better. Not
miraculously so, but the damage of his short run and long walk the day before
had little effect on his stitches. Instead, a somewhat soothing warmth had come
from the burning in his muscles the day before. He rubbed carefully over his
thigh before going to the door and pulling it open.
His clothes laid, folded in the hall, right outside the room he was staying in.
Mrs. Waters had washed them, he thought as he picked them up. He cringed at the
thought of her seeing the stains. Then again... Bill could have washed them.
But that was a stretch and most likely the curse of wishful thinking.
Mechanically, Dipper went through the process of changing in the bathroom. He
folded the borrowed clothing and left it where he had found it the night
before, on the countertop.
The grey and dreary light of the house was already enhanced by the silent
dimness of early mornings. His numbing feelings added to it tenfold as he
slowly and quietly made his way out of the house. He wouldn't look back because
he wasn't going backwards. From that point on, everything that had happened to
him that summer would be the past, never to be gazed upon fondly, and never to
be repeated or spoken of.
There are some things you can't do though, no matter how hard you try and, by
the time Dipper had reached the end of the street in the dim light, he was
sputtering off into an uncontrollable sob. Still, he trudged on. He would
continue, even though it hurt so much. After all, it had been his fault in the
first place for being such a freak and loving demon.
A car was coming down the road behind him, but it slowed to a crawl as it
approached, flashing it's headlights. Dipper ignored it and wiped at his eyes
as the car came alongside him. It was Stanley's car.
The passenger window rolled down and Stan's voice came out, sympathetic yet
demanding,
"Get in." Dipper turned his head away and bit his lip as his body shook with
quiet sobs. After a moment, he said
brokenly, "Just leave me alone." But Stan wasn't one to take no for an answer.
"Get in the damn car right now!" The anger in the words hit like an ocean wave
on a beach, almost knocking him over and successfully causing him to stop
walking.
Dipper slid into the passengers seat wordlessly and kept his blurry eyes on the
window as he tried desperately to stop crying. His great uncle didn't say
anything as they pulled away from the curb and started slowly down the dark
road toward the Mystery Shack.
"Anyone that makes you cry is overrated." "Grunkle Stan, shut up." He was only
surprised by his own words for a second, but they didn't seem to surprise Stan
all as he continued with the same awkward frustration. "I'm serious. No one is
worth your tears. You're a decent kid and you're a Pines so, in a few years-
when you get some facial hair and muscles- you'll have people practically
jumping down your pants, wanting to get some of you!"
Horrible, horrible choice of words. Dipper's lip trembled and he clamped his
eyes shut, chanting in his head 'Just forget. Just forget. Just forget.' But
the memory of Bill rubbing him roughly through his underwear with that blank,
unfeeling expression on his face had Dipper burring his head deep into his
hands and yanking harshly on whatever they grabbed.
When Dipper began to cry even more, Stan cast an unsure expression his way
before looking back to the dirt road that would soon lead to the Shack. He
wasn't comfortable handling the bundle of nerves and feelings that Dipper had
become and wished he could just make the poor kid go back to his awkward nerdy
self.
The Mystery Shack was still dark, as expected. Stan said, as lightly as he
could, "Hey, we're back so stop crying already." Dipper took two long hiccup-
inducing breaths and practically crawled out of the car.
Right. The first step to moving on... What was it again? Wanting to move on was
probably the thing he needed to work on first because there was so much in him
that didn't want to give up on Bill. The thought that, if he only hung on a
little longer, he would reach that stone hidden behind Bill's ribs and- That
would never happen. The problem was in Bill's head. He only saw what he could
gain from messing with Dipper, who had the mind to go back to the hellhole that
was the Waters' house and dig that butcher's knife into Bill over and over
until nothing was left but the blood on his hands. He wouldn't though, because
he knew better, and he was both mentally and physically too weak to be even
half the monster that Bill was.
Stan opened the unlocked backdoor and pulled Dipper along with him through the
threshold and into the living room. The sun was finally coming up over the
trees and helped navigation. Stan pushed him down into his chair a little too
roughly and asked, "Are you hungry or something? You... Uh, wanna talk about
'feelings'?" He cringed at his own words and Dipper sent him a tired glare in
response.
"Fine with me. I'm gonna go take a power nap." He paused on his way out of the
living room and turned, narrowed eyes on Dipper, "You aren't going to do
something stupid like make a break for it again, are you?" Dipper shook his
head and Stan's eyes narrowed even further, becoming mere slits on his face as
he motioned that he had his eyes on him before disappearing through the doorway
that led to the gift shop.
He watched the sun slowly bring more and more of it's light into the room and
hunched further into himself as the sunlight touched and attempted to warm him.
There was the sound of hurried footsteps coming down the stairs and he yanked
his lolling head up just as Mabel flew into the room. She wore a concerned
expression, but it eased when she saw that her twin was home, only to drop
again once she noticed the bags under his eyes and the look of pain etched into
his face.
"Dipper, what happened? You looked less dead before you left!" "Nothing
happened. Nothing at all." Those were the words he was telling himself as well
as Mabel. She came over to him, tugging his head against her chest as she gave
him a tight hug. No, don't show him sympathy, don't show him pity. That would
only make the pieces that he had started to pull together shatter once again
and the fragments would be so much harder to collect and set into place this
time around.
He nudged her, pushed her, and only when he shoved at her rather roughly did
she let go. He gave her a serious and well managed frown to shut down the chain
of questions that dangled on her parted lips and said determinedly, "Mabel, I'm
going back home next week. You don't need to come with me, so don't worry."
"What? You can't leave! There's still a whole month before summer is over! What
am I suppose to do if you leave? What about our sixteenth BIRTHDAY!?" He didn't
give a fuck about their birthday, but he placed a comforting hand on her
shoulder and gave her an apologetic smile, "Sorry Mabel. You still have your
friends to hang out with, though. And you wouldn't your annoying brother around
to ruin your sweet sixteen with his weirdness, would you?"
Mabel was shocked but it slowly became anger. "What's wrong with you!? Of
course I want you to ruin OUR sweet sixteen with your weirdness! Did Bill do
something to you? You're acting stupid and not the Dipper kind!" She was being
too loud for this time of morning. He tried to calm her down as she started to
breathe heavily and hold back frustrated tears but she covered her ears,
screaming to cover up his words. So he gave up on trying and just watched as
her anger faded. Mabel sat, silently holding her ears and faced away from him.
She was, no doubt, waiting for a retraction of his words.
As if to make matters worse, Stanley and Stanford appeared in the doorway,
looking over the scene for the cause of the screaming. Their eyes landed on
Dipper. He'd had enough of this. Yanking himself from the seat, he silently
left the room. For once, Dipper didn't feel sorry for making his sister cry. He
was actually angry at her for thinking that she had the right to be upset when
he was dealing with something far worse than not having his sibling at their
birthday.
He locked himself in the bathroom and sat in the tub. A few minutes passed and
Melody tentatively knocked on the door, asking if he was okay.
He had begrudgingly left the safety of the locked bathroom, reassuring her that
he was fine before sneaking out onto the roof where he stayed, boiling in the
sun all day. At one point, as the sun began to fade into the trees, he had felt
his phone ringing and people calling for him below. But he wasn't listening, he
wasn't seeing, he was only feeling. And the feeling which he was managing to
feel was a numbing amount of serenity in his decision before lapsing into an
exhausted sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     I will divulge that my editor, Mysterious Mr.K was very upset when
     reading this chapter and I was slapped multiple times as K berated me
     for saying at the beginning that it was going to be a cute fluff
     story.
     it still is a cute fluff, but if you get too sappy with demonxhuman
     love than it get's cheesy and sickening. Not realistic.
     Angst, fluff, angst, humor, angst. Fluff.
     Circle of life.
     Surprisingly, this story is angst central right now, but it's sure to
     move along soon enough.
***** Human Socialization *****
Dipper's eyes flew open, gasping for air as he woke up. What time was it? Where
was he? When his blurring eyes managed to focus on something, the clock on the
nightstand shouted in irritatingly florescent green lights that it was a little
past midnight. He groaned and flipped his blankets as far from his peeling arms
as he could.
Two days without a word to any sentient being had given him time to think and
get rid of the worst of his sunburn. That's what he gets for thinking that the
sun wouldn't try to turn him into a raisin if he didn't wear sunblock while
under it's rays all day up on the roof. The downside to solitude was an ever
growing loneliness and hopelessness.
He let his eyes shift lazily over to the window and the inky darkness of the
night on the other side. It was so much more bleak than the night Bill had
crept in and planted the seed; the idea that, yeah, maybe it was possible to
love him. Maybe it was possible to be loved by-
"No." He whispered faintly to the dark as the heels of his hands dug into his
eyelids to block out the memory. Dwelling on it and thinking about it were each
two steps away from the progress that he had already made.
Like a desperate survivor of an avalanche digging themselves out of the snow,
the cold would kill you before suffocation could if you didn't pull yourself
from it's grip fast enough. He knew that, when he did break through, there
would still be the ache of frost lingering in the air.
There may also be a mountain of soft snow which he would have to climb and hope
that he wouldn't fall back through before he reached the top.
What would the view be like from there? When Dipper regained his sanity and no
longer felt anything for Bill... What then? But he was only fifteen; that
question wasn't fair. He would, of course, finish high school, go to college,
get a job- What positive affect could the side of his brain that was having
trouble letting go of Bill Cipher have on his life?
None.
Having won the battle against his own thoughts, the room fell into pure
silence- excluding the slight mummer of the TV below. The cold was creeping in
on him again, he needed to talk to someone- anyone.
Mabel wasn't in her bed, but that usual for this time of the week. Ducks 'n
Trucks aired new episodes on Wednesday nights. He stood in the middle of the
dark room for a long moment, taking in the last of his pain and swallowing it
like a man. What had he even been doing with himself? Even if he was going to
leave in a week, there was no reason to leave a trail of broken family
relationships in his wake.
The light of the television and the muffled sound of the overly dramatic
reactions to the bank robbery it displayed could be seen from the staircase.
Dipper paused in the middle of taking another descending step and watched the
light spilling into the dark hall for a long moment. He was anxious to reenter
the lives of the people that loved him. Worried that the reason they had given
him so much space to cool down was that they were tired of the selfishness he'd
been showing over the last couple of weeks.
There was an eruption of laughter from the living room as Grunkle Stan cackled
about the teenager on the screen, apparently, finally getting punched in the
face. Dipper slid down and sat on the steps above the living room. He was going
to do it. 'Eh... But it's going to be so uncomfortable!' His brain screamed,
scaring his stomach into jumping... Or maybe it was mad at him for not eating
more than his shirt and a granola bar.
The reminder of chewing on his shirt absentmindedly made him cringe and pull
the still-damp hem away from his neck in disgust. Right, right, right. The
living room. Lazily scooting down the last couple of steps on his butt, he
stood with only a slight protest from his healing leg and braced himself as his
awkward bedridden head and pajama clad body slowly slinked into the doorway of
the living room.
Mabel noticed him and a small smile came to her face. She hesitantly patted the
spot next to her on the floor that was covered in mounds of pillows and
sprawled out sheets. Relief. Dipper cautiously made his way over and sat
awkwardly in the blankets. She rubbed his face in her own special way of saying
'Water under the bridge' before giving him a soft, worried, and pleading look.
She wanted to comfort him, to say that she was sorry, but most of all, she
wanted to have him stay the rest of the summer. She didn't speak a word of Bill
in hopes that he would soon get over whatever had happened and change his mind
about leaving Gravity Falls.
They all watched as the duck-tagonist on the television flipped a table twice
his size, shielding himself and the hostages from the gunfire of a corrupt
agency. Nothing outside the room mattered. Nothing inside the people
surrounding him mattered. Just the journey of a wayward duck flashing before
their eyes. Dipper flinched, however, when something appeared near his head. He
quickly looked over to the intruding object to see a plastic bowl full of
popcorn. It was being offered down to him by a six fingered hand.
When Dipper chanced a glance beyond that hand, he found Stanford seated on a
chair from the kitchen. A smile was slowly slipping from his lips but he was
trying to keep it up, resulting in a sort of sneer and a burning look in his
eyes. He was obviously not okay with what had happened before and Dipper knew
that he would rake the whole story from him one way or another.
Not now, though. Stanford's eyes quickly fell back to the screen as he stated
out loud that he could see the wires on one particular actor who was being
thrown across the room. Soos and Mabel both protested that Ford was taking the
magic and art of cinematography. Dipper would be questioned about what had
happened and he felt in his gut that there was a ninety percent chance he would
lie or leave a lot out. But that would be some other time. This was the time to
take a break, not to ask questions. Questions such as, was anyone planning on
waking Melody before the end of the episode, or why was Grunkle Stan was
wearing a sawed off handcuff.
It was a familiar sensation that felt as though it had been gone for so much
longer than it had. Dipper was smiling with true happiness. To belong with this
group of people once more settled his nerves and he allowed himself to sync his
eyes on the bright screen in the dark room.
Dipper would be back to normal in no time at all... But that very thought stung
his throat unpleasantly.
***** Like A Rubberband *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ lots of busy life things happening so I may have to start
     updating twice a week or once a week but that is only a maybe for the
     time being.
     Anywho~ enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Mabel, did you even ask her if it was alright for us to come over?" This
question was a critical one. Mabel thought it over before turning to Dipper
with a wide smile, "Nope!" which he returned with a frown as he slid his shirt
on.
"Then count me out. One of the things Pacifica hates the most is unexpected
visitors." He looked himself over in the bathroom mirror. Huh. Sleep didn't
look half bad on him. And combined with taking a shower? He looked like a
Dipper. But, man... Had his nose always been that pink? It was a really
irritating thing to notice.
From her spot in the doorframe of the bathroom, Mabel laughed dismissively.
"She just pretends that she doesn't like them!" "No, Mabel... I'm pretty sure
that when you jumped out of her horse's water troff two weeks ago, yelling
'surprise,' her scream of bloody murder was not pretend."
There was another brief moment of contemplation and, seeming not to have a
counter argument, Mabel switched tactics. Embedding a frown on her face, she
blocked the doorway to the bathroom as Dipper tried to pass through. "Dipper,
c'mon! You've barely hung out with me all summer and, before that, you were all
depressed and stuff... What happened to the old Dipper?"
Dipper sighed and gave her a reassuring smile. "You're right. I kinda miss you,
even though you're right here in front of me. Let's go give Pacifica a heart
attack!" In his mind, a voice slandered him for pretending that he was excited
but he ignored it in favor of watching Mabel's grin grow as she raised her fist
for a bump. "Mystery Twins?" His knuckles collided with her's and he nodded,
"Mystery Twins."
The day was hot but a strong breeze helped to keep it at a moderately warm
temperature. As Mabel and Dipper walked along the path into town, his eyes
wandered over the memorized treetops that swayed above them. The scent of pine
brought back so many images of previous summers in Gravity Falls. He would miss
it, he really would.
"What'd you say?" His head turned back to his twin, "I didn't say anything."
That earned him a confused look as Mabel's walk slowed to a stop to listen
carefully. "I heard someone say something." They waited a moment before she
gave a laugh, "It must have just been the wind." That was a lie. They had both
heard something off in the woods, murmuring like a conversation. But they were
not looking for mysteries or monsters right then, they were striving for
normalcy.
They trucked on until they reached the new Northwest mansion. Even after
loosing a lump sum of their fortune, their new location was a three story home
that's width was greater than it's height. It had a large side yard with a
built-in pool, while the space out back housed the one horse Pacifica had been
allowed to keep after the the downgrade. She had become very fond of Alexander
(her horse) and would spend most of the day with him.
There was no gate to hold them out, which Dipper appreciated whether it was on
purpose or because they simply couldn't afford it. Either way, he was glad that
the Northwests couldn't shut people out anymore. Mabel rung the doorbell and
the both of them waited as the long chime echoed throughout the inside of the
house.
The door came open to reveal Pacifica who's surprise fell to irritation.
"Don't you Pines have anything better to do than stalk me?" Dipper frowned. She
rolled her eyes and took a step to the side to let them in. "Whatever, just
hurry up and come in before someone sees that I'm letting you in." It wasn't
hard to catch the smile that played on her face as she turned away to lead them
further into the house. They had visited a few times over the last three years.
Pacifica was friends with them, but she seemed to like to pretend that they
were just bothering her.
She led them through the house to the back door as she slipped on a pair of
purple and white gloves. "You guys came at the same time as my three o'clock
ride with Alexander, so stay if you want, but we need at least twenty minutes
of riding time. You could just leave, though."
"We'll wait! Hey, and maybe when you're done we can get some garlic fries at
the mall!" Both Dipper and Pacifica cringed at the suggestion. Garlic fries
were delicious, but left the tang of garlic on the consumers tongue for what
seemed like twenty-four hours. "Uh... Yeah, 'maybe'." The blonde said slowly
before leaving them on the back deck to fetch her proud white steed from the
stable.
With a heavy sigh from Dipper's lips, they both sat on the wood bench and
watched as the strong horse's legs pumped faster and faster. Pacifica was
obviously showing off how well she could control him. When they got further
away, Dipper spoke up. "Should we ditch her?" This, apparently, was not a view
shared by Mabel who turned to him with wide eyes. "No, Dipper! Jeez, you're
still grumpy? Not to worry brother o' mine! When we get to the mall, I'll teach
you how to stop being a muddy blanket." A muddy blanket? Was she mixing
metaphors again? He glared at the acreage, hunching even more into himself as
he rested his chin in his hand. "Wow. Thanks, Mabel."
"You're welcome~" There was a pause in conversation, a moment when they both
thought of the subject on which they had silently committed to avoid. They
watched Pacifica reach the lining of trees far away from where they were at the
back of the house and turned to circle around and come back.
There was a buzz in Dipper's pocket and he jumped in panic and surprise but did
not make a move to pull his phone from his pocket. Dread. An ache in his chest
and an itch in his fingers to reach for it. It buzzed again and he cringed.
Should he look at it?
"Are you going to get that, or..." Mabel smiled at her brother's weird reaction
and he looked to her as if the mere suggestion was blasphemy. "I..." No. He
wouldn't mention Bill. He would not tear an opening for others to poke their
curious eyes into his personal matters.
When he fell silent Mabel huffed and picked up her own phone to show him the
picture of Soos's perfect sandwich that he had just made himself. The caption
under it read ["Jealousy is not a crime, dude."] "It's just Soos. He probably
sent it to everybody."
Oh, right... He had forgotten that there were days when more than one person
had wanted to text him. That didn't happen very often, honestly. Mabel gave him
a sympathetic look and was about to most likely give him advice that he would
automatically shut down with 'Can we talk about something else?' But the horse
was coming back to the stable now and his sister's attention easily moved from
him to the well bred horse with lushes locks. That was fine with him.
The mall was crowded with faces that were vaguely familiar but no one that
Dipper had actually talked to. Just the blurred faces of people he had passed
hundreds of times, as was common in relatively small communities. Loud
conversations surrounded him, including the one between the two girls who he
sat at the table with.
On cue, he laughed at Pacifica's annoying story about how funny it was that her
parents had misheard her when she asked for a Corvette for Christmas and had
gotten her a Ferrari. Mabel was telling her about the twins' plan to save up
for a car that they could share until they got jobs. It had both surprised and
horrified Pacifica to think that most kids have to buy their own cars, but she
gave them props for attempting to get their own.
Dipper picked at his order of garlic fries absently and listened to most of the
conversation, spiraling into a pit of girlish glitter. His thoughts seemed to
trail over his last argument with Ford and wondered when the older Pines would
want to yell at him again.
"So what mysteries have you been geeking out over this summer?" Was she talking
to him? He dropped the soggy fry back into the flimsy and brightly colored
cardboard tray as he looked to Pacifica dumbly. She was watching him
expectantly so he logically assumed that the question had been directed at him.
"O-oh, you know... Normal stuff- weird-normal of course. Like... Um... Yeah."
The smile he plastered on his face did little to ease the strain in his words
and he cursed inwardly how awkward he was. Mabel shook her head with a sigh
while Pacifica looked him over like he was the freak he felt like. The platinum
blonde took a loud slurping drink from her food court soda before saying, with
the utmost amount of sarcasm, "Real nice. Normal weird stuff is totally not
annoyingly vague. For real though. Like, is there something going on with
Gravity Falls again?"
Her tone shifted to a seriousness that neither Pines had expected. Mabel patted
her arm with a laugh as she tried to bring the conversation back out of the
danger zone that it seemed to be dropping into. "I don't think it's going to
get any weirder than Dipper making out with his pillow in his sleep last night.
Am I right or am I right?"
Mabel was shut down as Dipper leaned over the table slightly to inspect
Pacifica's eyes. They held no indication as to what she was aiming at with the
ominous question. He ventured warily, "Why do you ask?"
"Okay- I'm not crazy, alright? But I keep feeling the ground all over town
stretching then becoming super small before slapping back by some kind of
rubber band or something." Huh... Raising interest gathered in Dipper's head
and a small smile fluttered on his face before he pushed it away. He looked on
with skeptical eyes as he took in the idea she suggested. "Did anyone else feel
it?"
"I don't think so- They're all too dumb and stupid to know what's going on
around them." "I actually think I heard on the news that they've been having
unexplainable earthquakes..." Mabel butted in but hesitated as she thought it
over seriously and wondered out loud to herself, "Or was it milkshakes..." With
a shrug, she finished with a smile. "I don't remember the details, but Mayor
Tyler said that it was nothing to be afraid of, blah blah blah- they're
building a swing set for the park this week!"
This seemed a little sticky to Dipper and the craving to investigate held his
arm painfully. But then he remembered his limited time left and slumped
slightly, giving Pacifica a mournful look, "It's probably nothing dangerous and
Mayor Tyler says to just forget about it. So maybe you should just ignore it."
Suddenly, the rich blonde stood with a loud squeak of her metal chair on the
polished linoleum. Her eyes cut into Dipper's fiercely as she collected her
purse and huffed angrily. "What's up with you? I thought you, of all people,
would want to find out what's going on. But clearly you think you're too good
for it, so whatever." She stomped off, her heels clicking angrily in her wake
but Dipper had seen the furious blush of embarrassment. He now slumped even
further into his chair and internally ridiculed his blunt rejection of her
investigation. Mabel called after her, "But you didn't finish your garlic
fries!"
She sighed heavily and sat back in her chair with a deep frown. Dipper looked
away. "I didn't mean it to sound like that. I just..." "I know, but Dipper.
You've gotta get out of this weird funk you're stuck in. It's really bumming
everyone out."
The mall buzzed about their silent table, the stench of garlic clinging to them
unpleasantly. No amount of toothpaste when they got home would get rid of the
awful taste but Dipper would be the only one with regrets.
"Are you really going to leave without me?" She had said it in such a quiet
voice that Dipper almost hadn't heard it. "Yes..." Now Mabel stood and, when
Dipper looked up, he was surprised to see that she was smiling at him.
"Then we better fit a month's worth of summer into today and tomorrow!" Yeah...
Why not? He stood with a hesitant smile of his own as she took up his arm and
dragged him away without waiting for a response.
These last days in Gravity Falls would be interesting, if nothing else.
Chapter End Notes
     Garlic fries are kinda like Bill; Dipper thinks their super delisious
     but they always leave him with a bitter taste in his mouth.
***** Snow White *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
This was not a good idea, definitely not a good idea. Dipper grabbed at the
rusty car door that he, Mabel, and Waddles were strapped to via boat rope. It
teetered noisily over the side of the hill, the metal from the spaceship
beneath the thin layer of grass and dirt screeching against their makeshift
sled.
"Mabel, I changed my mind! I-I don't want to do this any-" His protest became a
scream as Mabel pushed them forward with an excited yell of 'whoops!' They
plunged down the side of the steep mound and straight into the lining of trees.
Definitely a bad idea. They jumped off just before the door smashed into the
old truck they had torn it from.
Dipper laid out where he had tumbled and stared up through the tops of the
trees, taking deep breaths as he went through the process of rethinking his
life choices, yet again. That could have seriously injured the three of them,
and yet Mabel shouted "Success!" from where she and waddles had ended up.
Taking one last steadying breath, he sat up and brushed the grass from his
hair. His back hurt, but he ignored it in place of watching his sister stumble
to stand up. She swung her unscathed pig around in a circle as she laughed. The
sight made his face break out into a smile and he got up with little to no
grimace.
If this was to be his last full day in Gravity Falls, Mabel had taken it on as
her responsibility to make it the 'funnest' day they could have together. So
far, they had managed to collect quite a few scrapes and bruises that had been
doused in glitter glue and bandages. An ache in Dipper's thigh from running
around told him that now was the time for a much needed break.
"Jam and biscuits!"
The twins looked up to the top of the metal hill at the loud exclamation and
saw Stanford. He was shoving the rock that hid the entrance to the ship out of
the way, his head poking out from the ground. He turned and saw them at the
bottom of the hill and yelled down to them, "Kids, didn't I tell you to make
sure that the rock didn't cover the entrance while I was down there!?"
Mabel cupped her mouth and yelled back, "It was in the way of our sled, so I
moved it over!" Dipper stared at his sister in shock. He hadn't even realized
that they had sealed their great uncle in the alien coffin when he'd helped
Mabel move the rock. Blushing in embarrassment and guilt, he called up to his
mentor. "Sorry, great uncle Ford!"
They trekked back up the steep hill, abandoning their junky, hillbilly sled by
the forgotten, weedy truck. They watched as Stanford pulled himself from the
hole and brushed himself off. He sighed, before dragging a smile up on his
prickly face and extending his sack of looted parts for them to take a look at.
Inside where a few panel parts and test tubes with otherworldly colored
liquids. "I just grabbed a few parts I'll need for my next project- which I
like to call 'Project Snow White'." Dipper's mind fluttered at the
possibilities that name could imply. Sleeping gun, maybe? Mabel's hand shot up
enthusiastically and Stanford pointed to her as if he were answering a
student's question in a classroom instead of a trio standing on top of a UFO.
"Question. Does this project give you the ability to control woodland animals
and make them do all your chores?" Huh, that was a possibility. But Stanford
shook his head. "That's a good guess, but no. It's still in the idea stage,
ergo I might change a few things. But it will basically be a box, about the
size of an apple, that produces a fume when introduced to carbon dioxide. It
will cause the nearby emitter of that CO2 to have extreme nightmare-like
hallucinations before falling into a light and comfortable sleep until the box
shuts off." He paused a moment, thinking this over as he pressed a button on
his watch to close the hatch of the spaceship. He added, more as a note to
himself than to his niece and nephew, "I'll have to rig some kind of timer to
it. Hmmm..."
"That's kinda scary sounding. Why would you even need something like that?"
Dipper said carefully, making sure he didn't step on any toes. Ford shrugged,
guiding them back down the hill. "There is absolutely no reason whatsoever to
build such a dangerous device. But don't you think it would be awesome to do it
anyway?"
The feeling that Dipper felt when his uncle uttered those words was happiness.
Happiness because there was someone who thought so similarly to him. He gave
Stanford a serious look as he said simply, "Yes."
Mabel ran ahead of them when the Mystery Shack came back into view, Waddles
close at her heels and squealing happily as they charged through the main
entrance. Dipper started to mount the steps but Stanford caught him by the arm
and pulled him back gently. He looked to his great uncle in confusion who
simply responded by pulling Dipper's journal from his coat pocket and silently
offering it back to him.
Dipper took it hesitantly, meeting the wary, aged eyes tucked behind glasses
that held a comforting warmth.
"Forget about the things I said before; compassion is part of who you are. I
don't want you to change that about yourself just to deal with that demon, Bill
Cipher." Here he took a deep breath in and said a little more awkwardly, "I
would like you to stay the rest of the summer and study him more- With my
supervision, of course. Your journal held a lot of excellent notes."
Ford wanted him to stay? The hint of begging in his voice thrilled and scared
the younger Pines and he stood there for a long moment before responding
stiffly. "But, my bus leaves tomorrow morning. Stan already bought my ticket."
"Never mind that. I want your insight, your knowledge and understanding of
Bill." Dipper hesitated, biting his lip. The very idea that Stanford was giving
his journal and himself serious thought was and ultimate honor... But to be
thrust back into Bill's path of pain left him unsure and panicked.
"I..." His phone interrupted him with the loud chime of 'Disco Girl' playing
from his back pocket. His eyes went wide much like Ford's had and he quickly
dug his phone out to turn it off, saying with a nervous laugh that Mabel had
changed his ringtone.
His laugh, however died when he saw Bill's number on the screen. He had never
called him. Never. The demon preferred texting, as Dipper had observed. What
was he suppose to do? Hang up? Answer? He took several steps away from the
Shack's porch and his great uncle before pressing the talk button.
"Hello...?" There came the loud sounds of banging and slamming along with
screams that were unmistakably Bill's. Only after another door slamming did a
shaky and distraught voice enter the line. ["Dipper! Thank god. P-please listen
to me. James says he's dying, he needs a doctor- But if I bring him to the
hospital, they'll lock him away from me!"]
Dipper's mind started to slow as he tried to process all that Mrs. Waters was
hysterically shouting at him. He managed a confused "What?" She was chanting
something under her breath that sounded like 'keep calm, keep calm,' before she
said quickly, ["Bring your uncle who's a doctor, please, Dipper!"]
Then she hung up.
She hung up...
Shit.
"Dipper, who was tha-" He spun around suddenly, "We have to go, now! I think
Bill's trying to kill himself!" The words chilled him when he said them out
loud, but he pushed that aside as he and Stanford ran to the car.
Chapter End Notes
     Rushing. Hope you liked it!
***** Euphoric State *****
Chapter Notes
     Back to where we left it so abruptly last time~ enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Everything seemed to move so fast. Or maybe, it was just that Dipper felt as
though he was moving particularly slow. He and Stanford ran up the stairs of
the Waters' house as Mrs. Waters tried to explain what she had seen in her
son's room.
"He was groaning and ripping his shirt to shreds! I-I have no idea what's
gotten into him!" Stanford instinctively pushed Dipper behind him as they
neared the bedroom. He didn't protest, for lack of thought had made his brain
partially numb. Under the door shown the light of a fire and, when Ford forced
the door open, what greeted them horrified Dipper... But it also made his chest
heave in an awkward, confused jump. There was a festering sickness that cursed
him to feel a relief upon seeing Bill once more.
The pictures on the wall were slowly burning, the fire on each photo of him
never joining to eat the other pictures. Instead, they maintained their
separate smolders until their designated Dipper was completely obliterated.
Among the flames stood a disshuffled and badly postured Bill. His hands were
red with blood, collecting under his nails that had broken through the tips of
his gloves after having clawed at his own chest. Blood coated the gashes.
The moment Stanford entered the room, Bill's listless expression broke into an
angry smile and the fires abruptly distinguished themselves as he took a seat
in his desk chair.
"If it isn't 'ol Sixer! Come to dissect me?- Oh! Or maybe you've come to
'destroy me'." His last words were accompanied by his hands forming air quotes.
He laughed as he kicked his legs over one arm of his chair, his head resting on
the other.
Stanford's fists clenched at his sides as he took in the burned photos of
Dipper and the demon so casually swinging his arm over the side of the desk
chair, but he would not attack him or yell at him... Yet. He chanced a glance
back at Dipper and Mrs. Waters, finding that his grand nephew was forcing
himself to stare at the back of his coat, avoiding the sight of Bill. Stanford
would be calm for Dipper's sake.
"Not this time, Bill. I've been called in to stop you from killing yourself.
What did you do? Swallow a bottle of pills like a coward!" A shrill laugh
escaped the demon and he looked over Ford's shoulder to his mother. "Please,
I'm not the one who's taking too many pills."
Mrs. Waters clenched her fists in embarrassment and stomped away from the room.
Dipper hesitantly took her place in the doorway, his eyes remaining fixed on
the ground. Bill's laughter died as his eyes landed on Dipper.
"Besides, I couldn't have achieved this euphoric-like state of agonizingly
slow, painful burning in my chest before the ritual of death rips my soul from
this meat slab without this guy~!" He pointed bluntly at Dipper, who felt the
unhealthy amount of sarcasm with a side of bitterness which was dished out to
him. Stanford only paused for a moment before yanking the lengthy blonde up
from his overly comfortable position. The sight of the irritated frown on
Bill's face almost made Stanford clobber him, but he held himself back. This
was a chance to study his enemy.
"Sit still." Ford began to medically examine Bill, starting with disinfecting
the gashes on his chest. They were patched up with medical tape, as it was all
Ford had on hand. Dipper was watching intently as Bill told 'Fordzy' that he
needed to take a breath mint if he was planning on being that close to his
face. Ford had only angrily repeated the demand for him to sit still. That was
when Bill cast a bland expression on Dipper.
There was nothing that showed any change from the last time they were in that
room together. Oh but Dipper's heart was young and stupid and clung like sap to
delusions. Whatever Bill saw on his face made his nose scrunch up in disgust.
The examination was over before they knew it. Stanford coughed irritably to
snap the teens from their uncomfortably drawn out staring contest. "Don't hold
back, Dr. Smarty Pants~ How long do I have?" Bill asked gleefully. Dipper felt
an unexpected shiver of anger run up his spine and clenched his fists as his
great uncle announced the verdict of his several tests.
"Aside from not having enough calcium in your diet, you're a perfectly healthy
adolescent teenage boy." That- though commonly a favorable response- was not
what Bill wanted hear. The wicked smile that had started to formed crumbled and
sent his lax sitting position into a ridged stance. "You are a horrible
comedian, Stanford Pines. Stick to being an emotionally crippled would-be
genius and- Stop doing that!"
Dipper held his hands up in surprise as the demon's anger was randomly shot at
him. "I'm not even doing anything! What's your problem!?" He turned to his
uncle and saw him watching in a sort of bewildered confusion. He asked, a lot
more snippily than he had intended, "Great uncle Ford can we leave now?"
With a long and tired sigh, the older Pines shrugged. "I don't see why there's
any more of a reason to stay. This mission was a total bust." Here, Ford waved
with a mock smile plastered on his face to Bill who's body was spasming
strangely and his fingers moving in chaotic gestures against the air. "See you
around, James."
Stanford started out of the room that was covered in charred pictures with the
grunt of "Come along, Dipper." Dipper let his glare slide from his face and he
cast one more wary glance back to Bill with a puffed out chest and tightly
sealed lips before turning to follow after his mentor.
Bill reached out and captured him by his back pocket. He immediately stiffened
and took a deep breath to call after his uncle for help, but Bill had turned
him around and yanked his waist tightly to him. At first Dipper didn't register
what was happening, only that Bill's face was too close to his own, and then
the strange sensation of lips pressed firmly against his.
This was not like their previous fits of passion; it wasn't Bill forcing
himself on Dipper, even as he seemed to want more than lips. The moment was but
a mere four or five seconds and, when Bill pushed Dipper back with a disgusted
glare, the brunette was left speechless and flushed.
It burned. It burned him so badly, the sudden engulfing flame that Dipper had
suffocated through lack of oxygen since Bill had toyed with his sanity. But
Dipper felt the crawling of happiness in his chest and hated it. He hated
everything about it and that's why... And that's why he-
"Run along, Pine Tree." Bill demanded as he sat down on his bed heavily,
wearing an almost listless expression. Dipper would need to take note in his
journal that, with the addition of a nose and a mouth, one could actually
recognize how often the demon's expression changed. He definitely did not need
to write about the delicious feel of his lips pressed just hard enough. No, no.
That was not for the journals, but he was sure that the kiss had earned a large
door in the center of his mindscape.
"Uh, r-right! Yeah. Be I'll going- I mean, I'll be going now." That had been a
flop. Coughing awkwardly as he backed out of the room, he took in Bill's face.
It was slack and lost in thought, ignoring Dipper before adding with a
confident frown of resolve, "I won't forget what you did."
When Bill glanced up at him with a glint of a challenge in his eye, Dipper gave
him a tight lipped expression that neither of them knew the meaning of and
curtly said "See you later."
Stanford was patting Mrs. Waters' back uncomfortably as the woman cried beside
him in the first floor living room. He practically leaped from the couch when
Dipper shuffled timidly down the stairs. No doubt, Stanford had an inkling as
to what was happening between his great nephew and the bane of his existence,
Bill Cipher. This situation was a disturbing and stressful one and Dipper
wished in vain that this whole summer had been a nightmare that he would soon
wake up from. Or, at least, he wished that he had packed his stress ball.
"Well, we'll be off now, Mrs. Waters. Take care." Ford announced as he
practically shoved Dipper towards the front door. Georgina stood, dabbing at
her eyes with her sleeve and following them to the door with a shaky sigh.
"Goodbye, Dipper, Stanford. Have a good evening."
The car drive back to the Mystery Shack was far less chaotic than the drive to
the Waters' house. Stanford maintained a bitter expression as he mumbled about
how much he wanted to wipe that disgusting grin off of Bill's face. Dipper,
however, was in a completely deferent mindset. There were so many questions he
had, but he had no idea how to find the answer to them. Why had Bill been so...
Not Bill? The kiss hadn't been fueled by the idea of shoving his tongue into
Dipper's mouth and overwhelming him so that neither of them could think. It had
been something new and unexpected... Dipper's hand came up to his trembling
lips and felt the unexplainable heat. The hand dropped back to his side as he
turned his attention to his great uncle.
"Great uncle Ford, I... I think I'm going to stay after all." Dipper watched
Stanford's creased, thick brows raise high on his forehead in surprise before
settling into an almost prideful smile.
Chapter End Notes
     Important!
     I will now be updating on Mondays and Saturatdays for at least one
     week. This will start next week and I will post once ever other day
     after I am satisfied I am enough chapters ahead of my posts.
***** Spilt Milk *****
Chapter Notes
     There is no use crying over this chapter... You get it? Yeah, I'm
     corny. Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The ceiling was leaking milk. The ceiling... Was leaking milk.
Between Stanley and Dipper stood Soos and Melody, who's attentions were also
locked onto the the puddle in the main hall of the Mystery Shack.
"You see something new everyday, I guess." Melody offered, amusement muddle by
confusion. Soos nodded, seeming to regard her comment as a wise testament to
life.
"I'm pretty sure it never did this when I lived here. Then again, I didn't
notice those mushrooms growing on the ceiling. That is, until Soos tried to eat
one and had to take time off for a 'medical emergency'." Dipper gave his
Grunkle a disgusted glance before stepping forward.
"This is obviously coming from the attic bedroom, guys. I seriously doubt that
the ceiling started doing this on it's own. Mabel probably just spilled
something in our room." Soos narrowed his eyes. "I dunno, dude. I've seen some
freaky stuff spill, ooze, and or crawl out of this building. Just sayin'."
Dipper could remember back to a time when Wendy had still worked at the Mystery
Shack before taking up the family axe and becoming the first woman lumberjack
of Gravity Falls. She had left behind one of the magazines that she pretended
to read so customers wouldn't ask her for help. The next day, she tried to pry
it from the counter only to find that some sentient version of moss had grown
in between the counter and the paper book. That had given him a few dozen
nightmares.
"I'll go upstairs and take a look." Dipper announced and walked past the
hallway group. It wouldn't be the first time that Mabel had spilled a drink- or
paint in their summer bedroom and he wasn't expecting to find anything other
than a tipped over cup.
Mabel had gone over to Grenda's house to splash around in her sizable
inflatable pool. However, evidence of her recent presence in their room could
be seen by the horrifying sight of the thick layer of clothing that coated the
floor. He had just tidied up that morning before Mabel had come along and made
this mess.
"Whatever." Dipper told himself. He would just throw all of her things onto her
bed and deal with it later. His first priority was finding the source of the
leak.
There came the sound of glass breaking and he jumped back as he felt the crunch
under his sneaker. Beneath the scattered clothes Dipper found, to his dismay,
the shattered remains of a kitchen mug in a puddle of milk.
What had she been thinking? It was annoying enough that Mabel had left her
clothes everywhere, but to forget the existence of her cup of milk and burry it
under her clothes? 'Oh well.' He started to pick up armful after armful of his
sister's sweaters, tossing them onto her bed. He left out the ones soaked in
souring milk and the pile of glass with the intentions of fetching a broom and
towels.
Dipper paused in front of the mirror on his way out of the room. He wasn't
interested in the teen that was reflected in the mirror (well, maybe a bit as
thoughts of his clone, Tyrone, surfaced) but the strange warped world it
revealed. Everything was stretched and disfigured.
And then, it snapped back into a normal reflection.
It was almost like...
"A rubber band."
Dipper's eyes widened and he touched the glass version of his own hand. That
must have been what Pacifica had seen. A smile spread across both of his faces
and he hurried down the stairs. The milk could wait, he needed to tell Stanford
about this right away.
Stanford wasn't in his lab on the third floor of the basement, so Dipper tried
his study on the second floor. But his great uncle wasn't there either. Dipper
took out his journal from his hoodie's pocket. He wrote in the corner of the
page (the one that he had written Bill's recent proclamation of being cursed by
him on) that another anomaly was affecting Gravity Falls and he would try to
gather more information on it.
After he closed the vending machine, he called over to Melody, telling her that
he was going out. She smiled and told him to have fun.
Yep. Dipper was glad that he'd stayed.
Chapter End Notes
     What could this new anomaly mean? What will it change? Will it do
     anything at all? Stick around to find out~
***** Shaming Eyes *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the late update! It's been really busy for me with school
     and what not but I will try my best to continue!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The day had been 'eh' to say the least. The wind couldn't make up it's mind on
whether it wanted to be light, rough, or nonexistent. The sun, however, knew
that it wanted to be nice to Dipper that day and held a steady shine that
wasn't all that bad.
He had decided on giving Bill some space because of how violent his mood swings
had become lately and so devoted his time to this weird everything-stretching-
in-mirrors thing. And where better to start his search for answers than with
the only other person in Gravity Falls who had reported seeing it.
He pulled out his phone as he walked into town and had just scrolled to
Pacifica's contact when a text appeared at the top of his screen.
Unknown Number: ["Where are you going?"]
That was a little more than creepy. And no one did creepy better than Bill
Cipher. Dipper glanced hesitantly over his shoulder but couldn't see him on the
street or sidewalk, causing him to anxiously nibble on his lip. Wait, no. That
had been the very thing that had gotten him tangled up in this mess in the
first place. Instead, he pulled back from Pacifica's contact and sent a message
of his own.
["None of your business."]
He heard a laugh and looked over his shoulder quickly, but Bill could not be
seen. His phone was buzzing in his hand so he turned back.
["Oh really?"]
Now Dipper was irritated. He switched back over to the window with Pacifica's
contact, pushing call, and holding the phone up to his ear. He felt the buzz of
another text but didn't pull away to look.
"If you want to talk to me, stop hiding and say whatever it is you want to say
to me out loud." The woman passing him gave him a weird look but he ignored her
as the ringing stopped. A voice greeted him through the phone,
["Pacifica Northwest?"]
'Was that a question?' he wondered, but this call was a serious one so he
refrained from teasing her. If he remembered right, he had dismissed her the
last time she had brought this subject up. An apology was in order.
"Hey, it's Dipper Pines. Um, I'm really sorry about the way I acted a few days
ago. I was really rude and kind of a major jerk." It was quiet on the other end
making him wonder if she had hung up before he heard an irritated sigh. ["Yeah,
you really were. But go on."] He sighed at himself as well and got to the point
of the call.
"You were right. I want to meet up with you somewhere today. Are you free?" She
huffed out a sarcastic laugh. ["No. My Dad is holding a dinner party tonight
with the investors and he expects me to be there. It's bound to be another
smooch fest between them, though. Honestly, it's all 'That suit looks superb on
you.' and 'Not as fine as those slacks on you.' They should all, like, get a
room."] Dipper cringed and she quickly added, ["Don't you dare tell anyone I
said that!"]
"Trust me, I don't want to even imagine that, let alone pass it on. How about
some time tomorrow?" ["Sure. And Dipper?"] "Hm?" ["I'm glad you're not trying
to be emo anymore. It really didn't work on you. Bye!"] The line went dead and
Dipper glared at his phone. She always managed to have the last word, didn't
she?
A figure appeared alongside his aimless walking and Dipper glanced over even
though he could already judge by the height and chaotic blonde hair that it was
Bill. He couldn't read the demon's expression because he was on the side which
only the eye patch and deathly pale skin greeted him but the air around him
felt thick and thunderous.
He was nervous and not really sure what he should say but Dipper pushed through
the tension and asked, "What do you want?" Dipper took note of Bill's hands
twitching at his side as if itching to do something or maybe keeping the beat
to an internal song.
"I want everything. Including all the information regarding that call you just
made." Bill was completely himself and at the same time not himself at all. He
held less of a sarcastic and humored voice. He was demanding information and
posing it as if Dipper had no other choice but to offer it to him.
"I told you, it's none of your business." As they passed by Greasy's Diner,
Bill reached into his pocket for a small card. "Oh, but it is! See?" The
letters glue to it were cut from various magazines in the way a ransom note may
be constructed. It simply said 'B. Cipher' and 'Dipper Pines co.' in fresh
black marker that was still wet.
"This extremely valid form of business identification says that, in fact, you
are my business. And that includes who you are planning to meet up with. Now,
start talking." Dipper stared at the card before turning incredulously. "Did
you make this in the time that I was on the phone just so that I couldn't say
it wasn't your business?"
Bill dug his index finger into one of Dipper's redding cheeks, some of his
usual tone coming back to his voice as he said in an overly confident tone, "It
worked, didn't it~?" Before Dipper could protest, Bill swirled his finger
around in the round cheek's red flesh then pulled him by the waist into the
diner.
This resembled the kind of PDA that Dipper had always revolted way too much. He
went rigid and arched his spine in hopes of putting distance from his lower
back and Bill's hand but the hand stayed in place, pushing him through the door
and into the wooden box of people he knew.
Laughing nervously, Dipper turned around and pulled the hand away. Bill did not
look amused. He tugged Dipper roughly by the arm to the nearest empty booth
where he pushed him to sit before taking up the other side.
"You are the worst, Pinetree. You say you want me, but you reject everything I
do." This took Dipper off guard. His eyes became the size of dinner plates,
blush deepening once more as he fiercely corrected under his breath, "I never
said- Not in that way! And I keep stopping you because you're only doing all of
this to earn yourself points that you think you can exchange for s-sex!"
He had said it. Dipper couldn't believe he had said that- and in public! If
anyone else had heard, they showed no indications and that eased his mind a
little. Lazy Susan approached their booth with ticket book and pen ready.
"What can I get for you..." she paused, looking over the both of them, "Red
faced baby and the ghost of Jean Harlow?" Bill ignored her strange nicknames
for them and browsed the menu briefly before handing it to her with an
unimpressed attitude. "Bring the red faced infant the most disgustingly sugary
thing you have- with a smile and shaming eyes, if that's an option."
She wrote down the odd order with her tongue poking out in concentration as she
tried to catch everything he said. When she had caught up, she asked, "And
you?" "One of those mints in your apron pocket." She reached into her apron,
pulling out a handful of straw wrappers and a single red and white mint still
in it's plastic. "Well would you look at that. I didn't even know it was in
there. You can have it, on the house!"
When she had handed it to him, Bill turned back to Dipper and abruptly
continued their previous conversation. "You want to have sex with me, kid. I've
made you make those faces and you sure get excited when I touch-" Dipper
screamed, covering at least a little of the conversation, but drawing
everyone's attention. He shrunk into himself and quickly apologized, saying
something about a spider scaring him.
With Lazy Susan gone, Dipper glared at the amused smile on Bill's thin lips and
chanted, "I hate you, I hate you, oh I hate you so much."
"Stop, you're making me blush." he responded blandly and the smile fell.
"Seriously, Pinetree. Stop distracting me with your naughty thoughts and tell
me what I want to know." Bill unwrapped the mint and popped it into his mouth,
watching Dipper lick his dry lips subconsciously before begrudgingly beginning
his explanation.
"I was just talking to Pacifica Northwest, okay? It's no big-" "About what."
Whoa. Dipper met Bill's gold eye with surprise. Was it just him or was the
anger that eye held completely uncalled for? "I apologized for being rude to
her a couple of days ago and said that I wanted to meet up with her to talk
about another anomaly I'm investigating." He said this slowly to keep from
raising the demon's temper further, but a warmth settled into his stomach and
he couldn't help but adding quietly, "No reason to be jealous."
Bill smiled blandly and rested his face in his gloved hand. "Haha. That was
funny. Oh wait, no it wasn't. Shut up while I'm still in a fairly good mood."
Dipper obeyed, but didn't bother hiding the smile that had formed on his face.
Bill was jealous. The symptoms were all there: irritation at the mention of
another person, possessive touches, publicly alluding to them being in a
relationship. Though, neither of them were entirely sure if whatever mess they
were in could be considered a relationship. Even if Bill saw it more like
someone had stolen his toy, which he assumed was the case, Dipper was happy.
Lazy Susan returned with... With something. She sat it in front of Dipper.
"Enjoy!" She yelled before moving on to the both behind him with a cup of
coffee. By the annoyingly pathetic voice, it was Toby Determined.
It was a Sundae. Maybe. Black speckled white ice cream with a banana standing
straight up from it's melty depths, rainbow sprinkles, caramel, fudge, gummy
bears, whipped cream, and a cherry balancing atop the banana. And who could
miss the crudely illustrated smiley face made of zebra-striped chocolate chips.
It's grin was faltering in the heat and sinking into a worried frown. Dipper
could hear the voice of a little boy in his head ask innocently, 'You aren't
going to eat me, are you, mister?' He assumed this was the voice he imagined
the ugly ice cream to have and he glanced up at Bill who was watching
expectantly. 'I want to be an astronaut when I grow up.' The ice cream added as
Dipper reached for his spoon.
Curse his over active imagination! Was he really guilty about eating it because
he imagined that it had his childhood aspiration? No. That was ice cream. Ice
cream Bill had bought him. He turned the face away from him and smushed the
banana down into it. The face was gone, making it easier to eat, but he still
thought for a moment of his own insanity.
When Dipper was finished, Bill had left the exact amount for the meal, no tip.
Dipper left a five for Lazy Susan on account that, in his mind at least, the
two of them had caused her so many problems. They stepped into the cooling day
which threatened to break away to twilight sooner than later. Bill was
thinking. At least, that's what Dipper assumed as he hadn't spoken since he had
been caught being jealous. Bill grabbed hold of his wrist as Dipper tried to
start up walking and he stopped to look at the human face wrapped around the
demon soul. If bodies were just shells, like Bill had told him that night in
the crematory, he had to admit that Bill's was hot.
Heat spread across his face at the thought and he realized just how far the
both of them were leaning in. Surprisingly, neither of them forced it to be a
kiss and they slowly pulled away. Bill tucked his hand into his slacks and
walked off with an annoyed expression on his face.
Dipper was silent in the spot that Bill had left him before he felt his burning
cheeks.
Was it okay for him to hope now?
Chapter End Notes
     So much fluff I'm choking. Hoped you liked it and look forward to
     more~!
***** Jealousy *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello! It's a bright and cloudless night where I am and I can see the
     Big Dipper from my window as I post this... And after I post this I
     shall write the next~ enjoy!
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It was unnatural for Dipper to feel this natural. Even the body changing
affects of puberty seemed dimmed that day. He was confident, and his hands were
less sweaty than normal. After all the annoying drama and depression, Dipper
finally felt that things were starting to go right.
With such a positive version of himself out and about, the worried and
awkwardly sweaty version took a long awaited nap in the corner of his mind.
"'Morning everybody; Stan, Mabel, Soos, Ford, Melody." Mabel and Melody
instantly looked up from their scrambled eggs, eyeing Dipper over in surprise.
"Something good must have happened to you." Melody concluded with a smile.
Mabel pushed her chair back and narrowed her eyes at her twin. "Mm-hm..."
Dipper looked away nervously, "W-why would you say that?" "Body language. Yours
isn't dark clouds and frowny faces anymore. It's more like a happy squirrel
jumping over a rainbow." Mabel attempted to clarify. Grunkle Stan grunted out
between mouthfuls, "He looks exactly the same."
"It must be women's intuition, I guess." Ford offered. He watched in disgust as
Stanley ate beside Waddles in the exact same manner before turning his gaze up
to Dipper curiously. "So, what has you so excited, Dipper?"
He had anticipated this question and answered seamlessly, "I'm investigating
another big anomaly- Well, I'm not sure how big it is yet but my gut says it's
going to be huge! I'll tell you about it later, uncle Ford. I don't have many
of the details yet, but I'm going to meet up with Pacifica and try to get more
information."
Soos reached over Stan's head to hand Dipper a plate of eggs with the rather
parental command. "Not before you eat breakfast, dude."
Stanford smiled pridefully as Dipper begrudgingly took the plate from Soos and
added, "Can't expect to unlock the secrets of the universe on an empty stomach.
That's what they always say." Dipper's eyebrows drew together and he asked in
confusion as he took a forkful of eggs into his mouth, "Who always says that?"
His great uncle stood with his empty plate, thanking Melody and starting to the
sink to rinse the dish off but added mysteriously, "That is for you to explore
and find out, isn't it?"
After Dipper had finished up his breakfast, he started off to the meet up
location for his interview with Pacifica. Though, not before he could stop
Mabel from tagging along. It didn't really matter if she came along on the
investigation or not. His sister had become less and less involved in
investigating Gravity Falls and weirdness over the years. Her focus was now one
of a full fledged high schooler: friends, make up, and cute boys. She would be
mildly interested in his investigation, and that was good enough, he guessed.
The agreement was to meet up in front of the hardware store. It was the place
that Pacifica had claimed to have first seen 'The Shift,' as Dipper had taken
to calling it. The rich, blonde girl glanced over her rose tinted sunglasses as
she saw the twins approach.
"You sure took a long time. I've been waiting on this filthy curb by myself
this whole time." Dipper and Mabel smiled. Reaching into her brother's
backpack, the slightly taller of the twins clicked a pen open and poised a
spiral notebook. "Cut the crap, Pacifica! Tell us everything we want to hear
and you'll walk away with only a light tickling!"
Dipper held his sister back, "Whoa, whoa. Mabel! Pacifica already agreed to
tell me what she knows about The Shift." Mabel winked at him in return with the
whisper of, "I'm being the bad cop with a semi-sweet side if you get to know
me."
"If anything, we're detectives. If you really want, you can be the semi-sweet
bad detective." he offered reluctantly. He had a feeling that this whole
conversation was dumbing down his investigation. "Are you both done? I'm not
going to wait outside in this heat while you argue."
Right. Dipper cleared his throat, taking on a serious expression as he asked,
"So what exactly happened here?"
Pacifica took a deep breath and handed Dipper a plastic bag, the contents
visible through the clear sealing. At first, he had no idea what he was looking
at, just a flat pink circle and small bits of glass running lose in the bottom.
Seeing his confusion, she elaborated.
"I was just minding my own business. There was nothing to do at home and I was
bored so, like, I had my chauffeur drive me in my Ferrari to the new tennis
courts down the street from here. But..." Mabel paused in writing down
Pacifica's story when the blonde suddenly trailed off. Dipper followed her
stare over his shoulder but saw only the other side of the street.
"Are you alright?" Dipper asked warily when he turned back to her. Pacifica's
blue eyes shifted back to his light brown and she nodded, slowly sliding out of
the daze that seemed to have throttled her. "I just thought I saw something. It
was nothing, I guess."
He waited for a moment before sighing and prodding her along with an- as he
felt- unnecessary question of "Continue?" Was it really even a question? Or a
demand with a sort of 'please' tacked onto it in the form of a question mark?
He didn't want to sound too forceful, but that really was the reason that he'd
chosen to leave the Mystery Shack that day.
"Anyway, as I was saying before, I was using that compact mirror to fix my
bangs, because they were parting all gross, but everything in the mirror
started stretching out. Then it snapped back into place and shattered the
glass- Who is that?"
The sudden interruption in Pacifica's statement once again, had Dipper groaning
and he turned to look over his shoulder only to be met with a cologne soaked
sweater vest being shoved into his face. His reaction was, of course, rational,
yanking his face away in surprise to avoid the strong fumes that were clogging
his lungs. But he only managed to make a gap of a few inches as a hand slid
it's way to his other shoulder and tugged him closer.
"Why have you been ignoring my texts? Hmm~?" Oh no. Dipper cringed and looked
over -and slightly up- to Bill's humanoid face. It was plastered with a
disturbingly wide grin. If Dipper wasn't so addicted to that mouth he would've
thought that he liked it better when Bill didn't have one at all.
Dipper attempted to detach the arm possessively tucked around him, but the
feeling of a harsh squeezing and nails digging into his shoulder stopped him
abruptly. Mabel tsk'ed and pointed at Bill with her pencil and narrowed eyes as
if to say, 'You'd better watch it buddy, that's my brother you got there.'
"Who are you?" Pacifica practically spat as Bill leaned heavily on Dipper, who
shrunk away with a deep red face. He was going to die. Once again, Bill was
publicly groping him.
A golden eye looked the fellow blonde up, unimpressed. Bill found it annoying,
the way that the other thought she could intimidate a being of his immense
power with such a classic bitch expression. "The name's James. I'm this widdle
Dipper's boyfriend. I touch him and stuff."
Yep. This was definitely hell. Dipper must have died a while ago, yesterday if
not before. He shoved at Bill roughly, finally breaking from his gloved captor.
He turned to his sister, who took a deep breath before what was sure to be an
unpleasant scream as Mabel tried to express her happiness for her brother.
"He's not my b-boyfriend! Nope!" Then to Pacifica. "That's not really- h-h-he
doesn't really do that to me- I barely know him!"
A hand reached for his backside and he quickly turned around and stopped it. He
stared with wide eyes at the unamused expression on the one-eyed teen's face,
asking exasperatedly, "Really!?"
Pacifica crossed her arms with a huff of "I always knew that you were a closet
fruitcake." Dipper desperately struggled to fend off Bill's hands that rubbed
up and down his chest and back with long gloved fingers "That is exactly what
he is. So don't go forgetting it, sperm of Northwest."
"What did you just call me?!" Dipper shoved at Bill's face in the apparent
wrestling match that had formed between them and shouted angrily at Bill, who
was irritatingly stronger than him. "Bi- 'J-James'! Stop already!" He had
almost forgotten that he couldn't let anyone else know who James Waters really
was, unless he wanted a riot and probably an olden time-y hanging taking place.
"You are an egg, held together with sperm like all other humans. Nothing
special about you. You are exceedingly boring." Oh no, Bill had really done it
now. Pacifica's cheeks were blotched with red as the anger formed on her face.
And that was Mabel's cue to abandon the pen and notebook that she had been
trying to draw Waddles on to jump between the clashing blondes. She waved her
hands in the air above her.
"Whoa, Whoa, WHOA. Am I sensing a cat fight going on here? 'Jim,' or whatever
you're going by now, stop being such a butt all the time! And, as much as I
approve of you groping my brother, I'd appreciate it if you didn't do it in
front of me."
"Mabel!" Dipper shouted accusingly at his sister as he managed to get Bill off
of him once more. The demon appeared to be getting ahold of the violent fit of
jealousy he was fueled on by. He suddenly gave up on the groping and settled on
a triumphant grin directed at Pacifica.
There was the sound of one quick honk and the three of them looked over (Bill
being the only one not to follow the automatic cue loud noises seemed to
trigger). The source was a purple Ferrari driven by an old man dressed in a
suit. Pacifica clicked her tongue. "That's my ride. I guess I'll talk to you
both later." Her smile slid away, eyes lingering on Bill momentarily, before
she whipped her hair over her shoulder and strutted away confidently.
Dipper's grip tightened on the plastic bag containing the broken compact mirror
as he watched the girlish sports car speed off. In all honesty, he was pretty
sure that he had retrieved most of the information. However, the idea that he
might have missed out on a fact- a fact that could have offered him more
insight into this investigation- made his blood boil.
"Did you write everything down?" "Yep! All right here." Mabel retrieved the
dropped notepad and he nodded as calmly as he could. 'If Bill says one word...'
As if he had heard the threatening thought, Bill tapped Dipper's noggin. He
seemed amused by the shorter boy's unreasonable anger. "What kind of
phraseology is that, Pinetree? Aren't you giddy with fear upon seeing me?"
"Why did you do that? I was trying to get her statement before she had to
leave! Oh my god- Who knows when she'll have time again!" He groaned, massaging
his temples and ignoring Mabel's whistling as she pretended not to listen.
"Relax, kid. If you want to hear the rest of her humdrum words, you can always
text her."
"How about you stop being so jealous! Or at least not make it so obvious! I can
talk to other people besides you, you know." Bill growled and his eye narrowed
at the mention of that word- that feeling? Was jealousy a feeling? "I don't get
'jealous.' I am either angry or intrigued and wowee do you have a way of making
me pulsate with both."
Thin hands reached for Dipper, the look in his one eye was odd, as if he had to
touch- had to or the world would surely fall apart around them. It wouldn't.
Dipper wasn't an idiot so, once again, he found himself slapping the hands
away.
"No! You know what? You ARE jealous and it's not cool." He huffed feeling his
cheeks grow warm as he finished his rant in a horse voice, "I-if you want to
hang out and s-stuff, you have to get it through your head that you don't own
me."
There was a pause and in it held a silent demand: 'Oh but I want to.' Mabel
broke it with a sassy zigzag of snapping followed by the declaration of "Preach
it! Self respect boi!"
Dipper turned away from Bill as he opened his mouth to respond. "You think you
understand how I work? That's some comedy gold right there! You don't know
ANYTHING!" He bursted into a fit of insane laughter. Dipper glared at the
sidewalk in front of him. He pulled Mabel by the arm with him, as he yelled
back, "Well then maybe YOU don't know anything about yourself!"
Dipper didn't look back, but maybe he should have. He might have caught the
most open expression Bill had ever used with his new face.
Chapter End Notes
     And now they are back to fighting... -_-
     Hope you liked this chapter and look forward to more!
***** Thoughts And Dreams *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~! Another chapter for you enjoyment.... So, enjoy!
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Was this going to consume the rest of his life? It sure felt like it was.
Dipper stared at the unaltered mirror on Mabel's side of the room. He could see
his reflection's eyes looking more and more tired the longer he stared but
Dipper was determined to watch after the mirror. It would shift, stretch when
he wasn't looking, and the crack that had formed in the bottom left corner
would grow without him knowing. He couldn't go to sleep now.
The night was graced with a full moon and Dipper lost himself to his
investigation in its elegant glow on the floor before the mirror. He chanced a
glance at his nightstand alarm clock and cringed as the witching hour of 3:00
AM greeted him all too cheerily.
Turning his eyes back to the reflective glass, he recounted the failure of that
morning's reconnaissance mission of the mirrors across town. Ultimately,
everyone in town had only given him annoyed looks as they assumed that his
obsession with checking every reflective surface was based in a heavy
narcissism.
There was the day before, however. That had been somewhat productive thanks to
Pacifica and certainly not Bill Cipher, the most possessive demon he had ever
met -and he had met at least nine... Or was it ten? Was it bad that he couldn't
remember the details of such horrifying events? He would probably recall it
when he got some rest.
His head lulled to the side but he jerked it up quickly. Investigation time.
Not sleep time. "Just have to keep my eyes open a little longer..." He
whispered to himself but his body didn't agree with his mind and he watched as
his reflection's eyelids dropped lower and lower until he could only see
blackness.
Everything was on fire. Dipper stood at the edge of it all, watching as the
Gravity Falls library crumbled. People were still in there, he could still hear
them screaming. The townspeople who weren't trapped or turned to stone by eye
bats before being carried off to the pyramid in the sky were being piled one
after the other into a disturbing head with a hand sprouting from its balding
spot. He watched in utter horror as the mouth chewed openly, blood splattering
out of the teeth until the voices from inside grew silent.
Dipper ran. He was hyperventilating, searching between buildings, and avoiding
the blood and bodies as well as the otherworldly monsters on the street. Where
was Mabel? Grunkle Stan? Great uncle Ford? He couldn't remember and that sent a
panicked chill up his spine.
"Mabel! Uncle Ford! Stan!" 'Anyone!' His mind screamed. A sharp pain stabbed at
his leg and he stopped in his path to examine what was wrong. He looked down
quickly only to see a tentacle wrapped around his ankle. There was no time to
even gasp in surprise, it yanked him harshly and sent his face straight into
the floor where it dragged as he was pulled backwards down the street. The only
thing he could see with the debris kicked up in his face were monstrous hands
reaching out for him.
Suddenly, he was pulled up into the air by his constricted ankle. More
tentacles took hold of each of his limbs until he was suspended upside down
before the black triangle with a red eye.
Dipper was struggling and tears poured up onto his birth marked forehead. The
voice was booming and inhumanly low as the tendrils tightened on corresponding
limbs to the demons rendition of 'eeny-meeny-miny-moe.' His right arm began to
be torn off by the black tentacle.
"Wow, is that really how you picture me in your nightmares? I look so cheesy!"
Dipper's eyes that he hadn't even realized he had closed shot open and he fell
face first into a white floor. Where was he? Uhg, why did he keep hitting his
face?
Bill laughed as he watch the human stand and look at the white void in
confusion. "I can't believe THAT was the cause of all your tossing and turning
over the years! Star had the right idea. You really are a crybaby~"
Dipper glared at the floating triangle and held onto his forearm that was still
dangling from shreds of muscle tissue. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt one bit. As
he came to take in this concept of painlessness, he understood that he was
within his mindscape. His anger rose and he shouted at the intruder. "Great, so
now you're messing with my dreams! Why couldn't you wait to humiliate me
tomorrow so you could let everybody else laugh along with you?"
There was a pause and then, the demon grew and transformed into his human form
with an amused grin. "Awe c'mon, Pinetree~! Private humiliation is so much more
fun!" Dipper 'hmf'ed and made a brick wall rise from the ground between them
with his mind. He began focusing on imagining the exit to his dream but Bill
was not going to give him the opportunity. He reappeared on the same side of
the wall as Dipper.
Rage radiated off of the blonde as he shoved Dipper against the brick wall
roughly, pinning him there with his body. "Why are you such an infuriating
being? Even in here I-" he stopped himself in favor of squishing Dipper's
cheeks roughly together with one gloved hand, "Why? Zkb wklv, vdsolqj!?"
Dipper yanked his face free and sighed in irritation, "I can't understand what
you're saying." Bill only stared with a placid expression stretched across the
one searing through from underneath. Dipper averted his eyes to the bow tie
tucked into the white collar of the body pressed crudely against his.
"Why can't you tell me anything about you? You said I know nothing so I-
I really, actually, kinda want to...?" He peeked up at Bill's face but looked
back to his chest when he saw that a gold eye was staring at him intensely.
That heat on his face wasn't visible to the demon, right? God, he hoped not.
Bill tugged the other's arm back into his shoulder and attached it seamlessly
as if the dreamed up version of himself had never torn it off to begin with.
"You don't wanna know anymore about me than you already do, Pinetree. If you
thought Weirdmageddon was bad, you'd probably beg me to kill you after you
heard of the other things I've done. And I wouldn't do that for you."
Dipper looked up at the uncharacteristically soft tone. Bill brushed aside his
bangs to look upon the constellation they hid with an abnormal expression in
his eyes. Dipper bit his lip, his heart was going to explode at any second, it
was pounding in his chest way too hard.
"B-but I do want to know!" He paused and took a deep breath to prepare himself.
" I-I-I think I might actually be in lo-" he attempted desperately but was cut
off suddenly by a jarring feeling of falling. He reached for Bill but he wasn't
there anymore. Dipper managed to catch himself as he started to fall forward,
the floor would not get his face this time.
The attic room was silent when he sat up. Still dark, still exhausted. He
immediately looked to the mirror in worry to find it was still intact before
allowing himself to lay back on the wood floor with a sigh of relief.
And then reality set in, making his stomach lurch horribly. Oh no.
Ohnoohnoohno! Oh god! His face burned painfully and he rolled over to press his
heated cheeks into the cool wood floor. Had he really almost confessed to Bill?
Well, at least now there was no way he could fall back asleep. He could keep an
eye on the mirror.
...
Yay...
Chapter End Notes
     0u0.
***** What Happens in the Tall Grass... *****
Chapter Notes
     Eh. I'm very lame at updating, aren't I? This story is still going!
     Hopefully the extra length of this Chapter will make up for my tarty-
     ness.
     WARNING: I've added a new tag, journal 3 spoilers ahead!
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Cotton sheets rustled noisily followed soon by the patter of bare feet on the
creaky wood. Dipper groaned and forced his crusted eyelids apart.
He was met with Mabel's smiling face as she squat down beside him. She set a
bowl of chocolate cereal on his chest. Wait. Did he sleep on the floor? And did
Mabel drench the chocolate cereal with chocolate syrup and chocolate milk? He
didn't even try to question the rainbow sprinkles scattered over the top.
"'Morning, Dippy! How'd you sleep? I threw your blanket over you this morning
when I tripped over your legs because you were moaning. Also, you should eat
your cereal right now, like, right. NOW.- I'll go grab you some clothes to
wear!"
There was something going on with his sister. Narrowing his eyes on her back as
she dug through his things, Dipper set aside the bowl full of awaiting cavities
down on the floor beside him and sat up groggily.
"Mabel, what's gotten into you?" She sighed, exasperatedly before turning back
to him, his black shirt with a glow in the dark star in the center and his
favorite brown shorts in hand. "Just hurry up and get dressed! Uhg! Are these
the only matching shorts? We need to give you a closet makeover- But not right
now! Put these clothes on!"
The clothes landed in his lap and he watched in confusion as Mabel gave him a
wide, excited grin before heading out of their room. "Come downstairs when
you're ready~!"
With her gone, Dipper stared about the room. Why was he sleeping on the floor
again? Oh right, he had been trying to catch Mabel's mirror stretching but had
fell asleep. He cringed as he recalled the nightmare he'd had of Weirdmageddon.
Dipper hadn't had a nightmare since he'd come to Gravity Falls that summer. He
had become so comfortable with useless and unmemorable dreams that he'd
actually forgotten he had a problem with night terrors.
Bill had been there. The real Bill Cipher. Not the cheap remake that his
subconscious had tried to terrify him with. He had seen what scared Dipper and
had altered his form to calm him down.
Dipper had confessed.
Or at least, almost confessed. A groan escaped him as he stood and tugged his
pajamas off to replace them with the outfit his sister had thrown at him. He'd
rather curl up under a rock and die after how embarrassingly stupid he had been
the night before, but Mabel wanted to show him something downstairs.
He gruffly descended the stairs carrying the untouched cereal bowl with him.
"Mabel, I can't eat this much sugar first thing in the morning. Where are you?"
Dipper passed by the living room, heading for the kitchen, but stopped and
backed up when he caught sight of a figure near the TV.
He was not ready for this. Not in the slightest. Bill was standing in the
middle of the Mystery Shack. Mabel was telling him about television like he had
never seen it before. If Dipper thought about it, he realized that there were
no TVs at the Waters house. So maybe Bill really never-
What the heck was he even thinking!? Had he completely forgotten about the
glaring fact of his confession the night before?
Mabel stopped talking in the middle of her explanation of Hallmark TV movies
when she saw her rumpled twin fidgeting in the doorway. "And there he is! Our
little sleepyhead, Dipper!" she announced proudly.
Maybe this was all just part of an elaborate nightmare he was still undergoing.
Any second he was going to look down and realize that he wasn't wearing pants
or something as equally horrible as that.
"Sleep well, Pinetree~?" Something thick and uncomfortable crawled up his
throat and his face became red. He looked anywhere but at Bill, grumbling a
"No." under his breath as he entered the room. Mabel happily twirled over to
Dipper and took the cereal bowl from him before shoving him towards the demon
who held a mischievous grin.
"You two love birds look cuter and cuter together everyday~! Now, go have fun
you crazy kids before the big bad Scientist that lives in the basement sees
Bill inside the Shack." She sang, nudging Dipper a bit closer to Bill even as
he pushed against her hands.
"Mabel, did you invite him over? What were you thinking!?" She rolled her eyes
and started to shoo them backwards when Bill pipped up. "I broke a window and
invited myself inside." "You did what?!" Mabel opened the back door and pointed
to the cool day waiting outside.
"Go be cute outside! Candy and Grenda are coming over so stay out as long as
you want. Bye!" Cute? Dipper was not cute, especially not with Bill. Had she
not seen how angry he was at him for breaking into the shack?
The door closed and locked behind them in his sister's attempt of keeping him
out. In all actuality, Dipper could just go around to the front of the building
if he really wanted to get back inside.
There was a whistling and he looked from the sealed door to the figure
strolling away. He guessed that Bill was acting like what they had said last
night to each other had been nothing. A trick of the mind. A fleeting hope
projected from the oozing in Dipper's mindscape as a vivid dream in his
dreamscape.
Dipper knew the ruse. He found that he was a little more than offended that
Bill was treating something so difficult as confessing feelings like a boring
add in the newspaper. He was glossing over it as if it had never existed to
begin with.
With a determined pair of narrowed eyes, he followed after Bill to observe his
reactions. Bill didn't acknowledge Dipper's presence beside him on the dirt
road for several irritating minutes before spouting out cryptically, "How's
that journal of yours coming along, kid?"
It took Dipper by surprise. Bill had indirectly mentioned the fact that he knew
the journal existed in the past but now he was out right asking Dipper about
it. Did the demon know that the book was dedicated to researching and studying
him? Now it made sense. A blush crept up to Dipper's ears as he reprimanded the
other in a flustered state. "D-Don't be such an all knowing narcissistic jerk!
And stop looking through my stuff when I'm not around, jeez."
"It's just such an amusing pastime! Brings back memories of tormenting Sixer
when he was writing his." Bill proclaimed, then suddenly took a sharp left off
the path and into the dense wood. Dipper trailed after him in confusion. "Where
are you going all of the sudden? Wait up!"
They emerged from the thick foliage into an overgrown clearing. A bolder from
the nearby mountains rested, covered in moss, in the cool breeze and warm sun.
The long grass tickled the middle of Dipper's calves and he watched as Bill
hopped atop the rock with ease warily. There could be snakes or other animals
hiding in the grass that he did NOT want to become acquainted with, even if
Bill had left a trail by stomping his way through.
"The only thing lurking in the grass is you. Now hurry up and come here." He
sounded impatient, and patted the stone for emphasis on where he wanted him. At
least Dipper had remembered to bring a jacket. With the lake's newest batch of
Sloothsquito larva becoming adults, most days held a horrible amount of bugs in
the air.
After another moment of contemplation, Dipper walked swiftly through the grass
on his toes as if that would keep the tics and snakes away. His leap onto the
rock wasn't as successful as he had hoped and he slid back into the grass
before quickly trying again. The second attempt did the trick and he tucked his
feet up into himself so as to avoid the blades of green below.
Dreadful tension-laced silence settled over them. Dipper resigned himself to
tugging off bits of moss as he tried to think of how to properly talk about
what had happened the night before.
He ended up going with the awkward and over used starter line of "About last
night..." Bill's eye glanced over to him with only slight interest but it
didn't discourage Dipper, because that looked to be Bill's relaxed expression.
He swallowed a gulp of spit in hopes of making his mouth less dry and wadded
the moss he had collected into a ball.
"I-I don't know if it came through or not, but I..." There was a dry puff of a
laugh as Bill mocked rudely, "You love me?" Dipper's face became several shades
darker pink and he focused intently on his moss ball. "I know you don't believe
in love, and that telling you won't make you have the feelings for me that I
feel for you." He pulled into himself tighter as he laughed in self-detrimental
bitterness. "It's stupid for me to even feel this way for you. I'm just setting
myself up to get hurt- You've already hurt me so much. It's exhausting. I just
can't stop this throbbing pain, no matter how hard I try."
Oh no, his eyes were watering up. He discreetly rubbed the tears away on his
shoulder and kept his eyes averted from Bill's. He felt a sinking dread for the
teasing to come but at least his chest felt a tiny bit lighter, having his
unrequited feelings out in the open.
"Hey, Pinetree. Look at me." Dipper didn't listen, withdrawing more into
himself in response. He felt and heard Bill scoot closer to him and bit his
lip. "Dipper." He didn't look.
"Hey, Mason."
His head shot up quickly. No one ever called him by his real name anymore
besides his mom when she was mad or his teachers. Hearing Bill say it, actually
say it out loud and not mouth it against his lips in a devilish kiss, made a
coil in his stomach tighten.
Bill kissed him. Dipper didn't care if it was just to mess with his feelings,
he took it as it was offered and moved his mouth against the other. One tear
manage to slide its way down his cheek as he closed his eyes and let trembling
hands loosely cling to Bill's customary white dress shirt.
A hand snaked it's way into his jacket while Bill nipped at his lower lip. A
tentative sigh escaped between their lips making the hand in his jacket pause
for a moment to register the sound. Bill pulled away to look over Dipper's
expression with a mysterious expression of his own.
He then held up Dipper's journal with a triumphant grin, breaking whatever
strange moment had formed between them instantly. "Guess what I just found.~"
Dipper immediately snapped out of the daze and looked upon his on book in
bitter shock. "Did you... Really just kiss me so that you could steal my
journal?"
"I can be really 'inconsiderate' as you've already bore witness to. But, if it
makes you feel better, I enjoyed that adorable pathetic sigh of yours. Top
notch porn star sounds. Not that you would know anything about that, am I
right~?"
Dipper didn't know how to respond. How dare he! One time! ONE TIME Dipper had
looked up porn but had chickened out the moment he saw a full grown naked man.
More or less it had been an insult and a way to provoke him, right? Not giving
him time to respond if he had intended to, Bill began flipping through the
pages of the journal with a self righteous grin. Dipper lunged forward in a
panic. "Hey!" But Bill raised the book out of his reach and pushed him away.
One eye landed on the little doodle of his crudely drawn demonic form. Dipper
was going to die of embarrassment. Bill flipped to the page where it talked
about the curse Bill had accused Dipper of casting on him, quickly flipping
through the next couple of pages while still keeping the journal's owner from
reaching it.
A frown replaced the face splitting grin when he turned to the page that Dipper
had dedicated to explaining (or attempting to explain) Bill's mood swings. The
demon brought the page extremely close to his eye with a glare.
"What?" He asked cautiously and Bill turned the book towards him and pointed
with a gloved finger to Dipper's quickly written side note:
"Talk to Pacifica N. about mirrors stretching. A.K.A. 'The Shift.'"
Dipper raised an eyebrow in question as Bill flipped through the last two
filled out pages. The air about him fell into state of boredom. Bill shoved the
book roughly back into Dipper's chest. "Didn't Fordzy tell you to use that
journal you've got there to investigate me?"
"How did yo-" Dipper began warily but Bill continued on, the irritation and
anger practically dripping from his words dramatically, "So then, why are you
filling it with stupid pointless shit?" Dipper glared and held his journal
tighter to his chest defensively. "Well maybe it's because you were being a
complete asshole at the time so I started investigating something else."
Bill suddenly tugged off his tight black gloves and shoved the deathly white
appendages in Dipper's face. "Oh look, I have mysterious symbols on my fingers.
Hopefully a nerd will not document them." Dipper wasn't sure how to react to
this, but started by pushing the wiggly hands away from his face. There were
odd letters etched in black ink up each of the slender fingers and eyes on each
of his palms. As interesting as this discovery was, Dipper was still mad at
Bill for calling his investigation of The Shift 'pointless shit.'
"Well, that's good because a 'nerd' is not going to document them." He crossed
his arms in finality and silently glared at the demon sitting in front of him.
Bill stared for a moment before beginning to slip the gloves back on with a
casual, "Suit yourself." Though, he must have known that Dipper really wasn't
going to pass up the opportunity to learn something new about Bill.
Dipper began to panic and called quickly, "Never mind, I'll do it!"
The demon smiled triumphantly and removed his glove once more. "And make sure
to add one of those horrible drawings of me to it!"
Dipper got little to no information about the markings from Bill, only that he
wasn't born with them. But after examining them for a while, Dipper realized
the pupils of both eyes on the palms had scaring that pointed to Bill having
dug sharp thin objects into the eyes multiple times and that the one on his
right hand was fresher than the other.
"There. I'm finished drawing you, you can stop posing." He smiled despite
himself and Bill's ridiculous pose laid out on his side like he was getting a
painting done by a professional or something. Dipper handed him the book with a
slight laugh as Bill looked over his horrible drawing with eagerness.
"Oh, whoa, Pinetree. I somehow expected better from you." Dipper laughed, not
offended in the slightest. He knew he was pretty awful at drawing, humans at
least. "What made you think I was good at drawing?" Bill was scanning over the
notes about his hand with intrigue, glancing down at his then gloved palm in
contemplation. "When you drew me before it was only mostly ugly. This one looks
nothing like me."
Still laughing under his breath at the almost disappointed look in Bill's eyes
he began to point out that the other one was literally a triangle with an eye,
and a top hat. But there was suddenly the sound of voices speaking near the
clearing.
It was to Dipper's immediate right and the gruff, inhuman voices were growing
closer. Bill quickly and silently yanked the young Pines down the opposite side
of the bolder, down into the tall grass. He covered his gasp of surprise with
his hand roughly. They stayed crouched behind the rock for awhile and Dipper's
heart began to speed up when he heard the intruders footsteps in the clearing.
Two short and grey scaled pig monsters came into view, carrying a frozen six
foot squirrel who's face was smeared with what Dipper assumed was deer's blood
from what he had heard about of the creature.
The pig-like monsters stood on two legs as they carefully carried the Squirrel
to the middle of the clearing, saying words in a weird alien language that
sounded like snorting and raspberries.
Dipper tried to look back at Bill, but it was hard from the odd angle that they
were currently in with the blond hunched over the brunette, forcing him to
cradle his knees into his chest but keeping his butt off the floor. He gave up
on trying to look at Bill when he heard an ear shattering high pitch whistle.
One of the unknown creatures put his clawed hand through nothing. But it was
something, wasn't it? It was pulling open a hole in the dimension. He saw with
wide eyes and gaping mouth the other worldly monsters toss the man sized
Squirrel through the hole before following in after it.
The whistling stopped. But Dipper's ears were left ringing. He didn't know what
he had just seen. It terrified him, yet it also sent a giddy rush up his spine.
He wanted to see it again, wanted know more about it, and to understand every
component of what he had just witnessed.
And he wanted to do all of it that second.
Bill removed his hand from Dipper's mouth, his other hand lingering on the
arched spine before standing. He rose up calmly, unlike the other who
practically jumped up and ran to the place where the otherworldly event had
taken place. Dipper stared at the seamless air he had been sure had just held a
seam before. He turned back to stared at Bill with wide eyes. "Did you see
that!?"
Chapter End Notes
     Ufufu. A mystery to ponder...
     And yes, I made hints to the fact Bill knew Dipper's real name (see
     chater 14) and I was planning on puting Mysterious Mr.K and I's guess
     which was 'Michael' but then journal three came out and, you know.
     We knew Dipper's real name must start with a 'M' because of the
     episode they first meet Bill in Stan's mind. The door to Stan's
     memories of Dipper had an underlined 'M' for no explained reason and
     we reached the conclusion of Michael because it sounds similar to
     Mabel. Of course, we now know that his name is Mason.
     Well, that's my ramble. Hope you liked this chapter and look forward
     to more!
***** Journal Entry Shmeventeen *****
Chapter Notes
     Technically still Saturday where I am. Here's another installment of
     The Stone In His Chest. Hope you enjoy~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
July 28th
STRANGE MONSTERS! COULD THEY HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE SHIFT?
While on an unplanned walk with Bill, we stopped in an overgrown clearing. He
was being really, really annoying. He was acting like nothing hap when we heard
strange inhuman voices approaching.
I was going to face them head on but Bill hid us behind a rock for some reason.
It was weird to feel his heart beating calmly against my back My heart was
racing as we waited to catch a glimpse of what creatures were entering the
clearing.
Disgusting looking scaled pig creatures that smelled of barf flavored
jellybeans (looked surprisingly like waddles, in the face at least).
They carried between the two of them a frozen man-sized squirrel (see page 3
for how I learned about that creature).
Nothing could have prepared me for what we witnessed take place next. One of
the scaled pigs shoved his dinosaur-like talons through nothing! Simply
stretched a hole in our dimension for them to climb through with the squirrel.
Could this be the missing piece to solving the mystery of The Shift? I'm
worried that this tear is like The Rift which brought about Weirdmageddon.
I can't shake the feeling that Bill was involved somehow. He had been acting
weird (weird for a weirdo like him). He said that if I wasn't going to pay
attention to him he would get back to his "busy" schedule. But as far as I have
seen, 90% of his life revolves around stalking me. Which I kinda think is cute
for some reason.
His main goal in life is to get in my p
He
Dipper groaned loudly and crossed out everything about Bill, concealing it with
black ink over the blue writing. No one would ever read his unprofessional
tidbits. He didn't even need to mention the demon's presence in the matter, it
didn't add or take anything away. He just hoped Ford wouldn't ask about what
happened to the majority of the writing on the page.
It was frustrating.
The Mystery Shack was vacant of both tourists and his great uncles. Apparently,
they had driven off in the Stan-mobile in a hurry. Melody had been the one to
tell him this. She pointed to the tire marks in the uprooted grass right in
front of the back porch where she sat with Soos sipping lemonade and snaking on
his infinity pizza.
The couple had decided to close down the shack for the day to have a little
break from their busy schedule. The lower floor of the shack was not an
extremely promising sight. Mabel had taken up the living room with some major
craft project that Grenda and Candy were helping her with. Even from the attic,
Dipper could hear them practically foaming at the mouth with boy gossip. Candy
had gotten back together with her boyfriend, if the bits of conversations
fluttering up from the floorboards were anything to go by. Having no one to
share his findings with, he had turned to his journal. But the thought of Bill
had messed everything up.
He trudged down the stairs, heavy with the air of a tortured soul, and his
thoughts turned to Bill's hands. They were calloused but soft. Long thin
fingers that sent shivers up Dipper's spine. He still didn't know what the
symbols on Bill's fingers meant. Dipper was beginning to wonder if he should
give him some space again. Bill had lost some of his devilish humor, staying in
a state of perpetual irritation and it was bumming him out. But then again,
last time Dipper had attempted to give Bill space he had humiliated him in
front of Pacifica. He waved it off as he reached the bottom floor. Maybe the
demon was having blood withdraws because Dipper wouldn't give him any more...
He was nearing his breaking point and, for a moment, considered offering blood
to Bill just to make him return to his normal disgustingly freaky self.
Stanley and Stanford had returned. Dipper had been just passed the backdoor, on
his way to the kitchen when they had suddenly barged in, arms cradling brown
paper bags. Dipper hurried to them in the doorway, surprising Stan and almost
making him loose his grip on the bag full of assorted grocery store items in
the process.
"Whoa, kid. You look like you saw a ghost. There aren't any still hanging
around in here are there?" Nudging passed his brother, Ford stepped inside with
his own sack full of food items. Upon seeing Dipper he smiled. "Dipper. What's
on your mind, boy? Is there a reason for you to look so pale?"
Before he could respond, Stan called out to Mabel, "Hey, did Dipper go outside
today?"
"Ah-huh." Mabel replied distractedly. Her attention was consumed by the massive
collage of bark, leaves, and dirt she was making. It depicted Gravity Falls in
a surprisingly beautiful way.
Candy looked up from where she was constructing the houses against the large
strip of canvas and waved to the older men in the hall.
Stanford waved back, looking over the the project with a cringing smile. He
watched as dirt and bark and bugs were ground into the carpet right in front of
his very eyes before Dipper regained his attention.
"I need to talk to you." Stanford caught the spark of fire in Dipper's eyes.
With an exhausted sigh, he stacked his bags of groceries on top of Stanley who
kneed him in the butt in response, "Ey! I'm not some kind of grocery coatrack
or whatever. Carry your own things, four-eyes!"
"Just set it down in the kitchen for me." Stanley glared, ready to retort when
Ford added "Please, Stanley. I was the one who told you about the sale on
denture cream and combined it with the coupon. You wouldn't have been able to
get twelve tubes for four cents without my help. So please. Just put the bags
on the counter and I'll deal with them in a second."
Dipper felt washed with relief when Stan finally grumbled, "This doesn't make
us even." Before heading for the kitchen with the bags. With that out of the
way, Ford gestured for Dipper to follow him to the vending machine.
The code was typed in and the hidden door opened then closed behind them. Ford
waited until they had made it into the elevator to ask, knowing that as they
entered the lower floors nothing would be able to eavesdrop.
"What's on your mind? Does this have to do with Bill?"
Dipper hesitated, lingering on the fleeting suspicions of the demon's
involvement. But his mind quickly began to burry those worries with memories of
their trip to Greasy's Diner. His thoughts shifted away from Bill.
"No, this is about my other investigation. I've been calling it The Shift." The
elevator opened and Ford praised happily, "Great name choice! You've caught my
interest."
Dipper explained everything relevant to the investigation:
Pacifica's account of the shattering compact, the mirror in he and Mabel's room
becoming distorted in the same way, he added with less confidence that he
thought that the recent earthquakes in town may also be connected somehow (he
hadn't dug much into those events yet). And then (with some editing), he told
his great uncle about the unknown creatures and what they had done in the woods
earlier that day.
"May I see you journal for a moment?" Ford asked when Dipper had concluded. He
squirmed at the idea of having to watch someone eye over his notes. Especially
considering how many he had crossed out, never to be read again. What if
Stanford could still read all the stupid things about Bill through the black
marker? He couldn't very well say 'no' to Ford though. After all, he had been
the one who gave him the journal to begin with. It wasn't as though Dipper
hadn't memorized more than half of the pages in journal number three before
they tossed it into the bottomless pit.
Regrettably, he gave the book to the awaiting six-fingered hands, rough with
age. Ford flipped to his most recent pages and read them over with such
seriousness that Dipper felt a bit relieved; his great uncle was taking his
notes seriously.
Eyes widen and the older Pines had to bring the book closer to his face in
order to confirm that he'd read the sentence correctly. "Bill offered you
information about himself?" Dipper shrugged nervously, "He was mad that I had
started writing about something else and practically forced me to write down
more about him."
An almost pleasant smile came to Stanford's face. But his eyes were still
chillingly serious as he spoke, "It almost makes me think he's mad because you
aren't as obsessed with him as he seems to be with you."
Heat raced up Dipper's face and he quickly casted his eyes away in
embarrassment. "The investigation?" Came his uncomfortable voice and Stanford
turned the next page in a way to drop the subject. He gave Dipper an
incredulous look and skimmed over the few lines that remained untouched by
black ink.
He didn't ask about the ones that were covered up because he believed every man
was entitled to his secrets. But Dipper felt the pressing question in the air.
He almost blurted out that they were stupid notes about Bill just because the
tension was killing him.
"I've seen a few of these creatures in my otherworldly travels. There is a good
percentage of them that are very friendly and quite hospitable, but the rest...
Well, to put it frankly, they're a bunch of lose cannons."
"What are they?" "I don't know, I only knew them by 'Xppelib Pzrjyxdp' because
that is what every dimension that knew of them addressed them as."
Ford picked up a scrap of paper from his cluttered desk and quickly illustrated
a diagram featuring two of the same creatures Dipper had seen in the woods as
he explained. "You see, these multidimensional creatures rely on smell and
hearing during the day as their red eyes only work in the dark. They dimension
hop, looking for sustenance and, if they deem a place sufficient enough, they
attempt to immigrate in. They're really are annoying creatures. Their mouths
are the garbage dump of the multiverse and they expect the people of the
universe they invade to be fine with them eating everything!"
They didn't seem so bad. Dipper relaxed a bit. He and Ford could easily get rid
of them. "So all we have to is beat them up and seal the tear they created,
right?" Ford groaned and adjusted his glasses. Dipper didn't understand what he
meant by everything, but Ford didn't think he needed to explain the true
meaning behind those words at the moment. There where more important matters to
attend to.
"For now, let's call them 'Hoggo Munchers' or something... Wow, that has to be
the worst name I've ever come up with." "What about 'Scale Pigs'?" Dipper
offered and Stanford shook his head dismissively, trying to think of a better
name before settling lamely, "Let's just call them Hog Monsters. Hog because
their skull structure is more similar to that of a hog than a pig... I am
getting really bad at this naming thing."
"Anyways, this will not be as easy as it seems. These Hog Monsters are
dangerous fighters and, though they may be strong, they aren't strong enough or
smart enough to create this tear. Something else created this hole to get in,
so we must be on the lookout. Once we find the creature causing the hole, we
kill it and the universe should mend the tear on it's own."
The journal, with the Big Dipper shinning in gold on it's cover, was handed
back to Dipper calmly. "We'll need to kill the Hog Monsters left trapped in
this dimension after we bump off the other creature trying to get in. The only
extreme I worry about is time; we must find the monster soon so that the tear
doesn't become any bigger than it already is."
Here, his great uncle paused and a smile formed on his face. "Ready to help
save the world again?" Dipper clutched his book and his serious frown curved
upwards in excitement. To anyone else, they would have seemed insane,
considering the context of their conversation. But then again, the Pines were a
bit insane.
"Oh yeah."
Chapter End Notes
     The plot thickens! School is wrapping up for me so I should be able
     to post more frequently by next month... Hopefully.
***** Uninvited (Awkward) *****
Chapter Notes
     Today is Saturday, right? No? Well shit. Lost track of the days so
     today is Saturday according to my internal clock. This update is
     totally on time
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dipper was in a good mood, a good mood indeed. One which he had quickly hidden
upon noticing it's existence. Last time he was in a good mood someone had
crushed it before he had gotten a chance to fully enjoy it.
A week had sailed on by and Dipper found himself held up in the underground
laboratory with Stanford. They poured over hundreds of research notes made by a
much younger version of his great uncle as he traveled through the multiverse.
On the third day, Ford had gone up onto the roof to retrieve the abnormality
scanner reports. He had brought the data back to the lab in hopes of having
caught any of these new creatures on the scans. What they found surprised and
confused them.
Small yellow dots littered the screen. That was nothing new. The thing that
surprised the two if them was the red dot... It was a dot. No longer did it
loom imposingly over the Mystery Shack, it was far into the woods and so much
smaller.
"Maybe Bill really is sick." Dipper said, minuscule sleep making it much harder
to disguise the concern in his voice. Stanford patted his back reassuringly,
"No, no. This is good news! This means that the blood you gave him does not
fuel his powers forever. He'll need more but you won't give him any, right?"
That was a tough question because Dipper wasn't sure if he could stop himself
from falling for Bill's sinful tricks. But he would try and so he nodded
firmly. "Good. That just means we won't have to worry about Bill on top of this
Hog Monster fiasco. At least for the moment."
On the fourth day, Mabel came down to tell Dipper that Bill was scaring Soos by
calling the Shack's landline and breathing deeply into the phone. But Dipper's
phone was off for a reason: so that he could focus. Though, there were some
moments, when he began to doze off, that his mind would be pulled to his demon.
That gave him the chills; his demon. Could he call him that? Maybe it was
better not to say it out loud.
Now he and Ford had developed an understanding of what kind of creature they
would be after, the one that had torn a hole in their dimension. They also
devised a short seven page list on how they would engage in combat with the Hog
Monsters (upon Dipper's request).
Dipper rewarded himself with a hot shower while his great uncle took to
singeing off his oncoming beard down in the lab. Ford treated the both of them
to lunch at Greasy's on the count that they had only had seven meals in the
last seven days.
Dipper felt a little weird about sitting in the same booth he had when Bill had
brought him there but shoved those thoughts away.
And now he was laid out on the floor beside Mabel at the foot of the couch
where Melody read through the werewolf romance book Mabel had recommended her.
Dipper remembered his phone was still off and switched it on.
When he checked his message box, he was a bit put out by the emptiness it
projected at him, particularly his conversation with Bill. Whatever. If Bill
wanted to be apart, that was fine. After all, it wasn't as if he was really
Dipper's.
But what about the Summerween party or that time with Pacifica? He did call you
his boyfriend. An ignorant voice popped up in his head and dark clouds settled
around his mind. So much for his good mood. Once again, Bill had taken it.
"Dipper, you're looking all constipated." Mabel pointed out without even
looking up from her phone. Her crude observation had him sighing loudly and
shoving his phone back into his pocket. His gaze traveled to the TV where a
live coverage of Thomson trying to win the five dollar shirt at some restaurant
by chugging three bottles of ranch was being shown. No doubt Robbie, Wendy, and
the others had put him up to it. Dipper almost felt bad for him. Almost.
Melody watched his sudden shift in mood knowingly and closed her book. She
stood with a bit of difficulty. She was reaching her six month mark soon and,
as much as she loved the baby, she was annoyed with the hindered movements
carrying her caused.
"Dipper, mind helping me make dinner?" He looked up to her with slight
surprise. No one trusted him in the kitchen after the crockpot disaster when he
was eight. But Melody was asking him to help even though she knew of his
cooking abominations of the past, so Dipper nervously followed her into the
kitchen.
Sure they had had a few hiccups, one being Dipper's uncanny ability to cut his
finger open on a spoon when mixing the boiled potato chucks unto mashed
potatoes. And he felt unnerved by the daunting task of getting the breadcrumbs
down from the top shelf. But he had managed and Melody assured him that he was
being helpful, even if he had burned the first batch of breaded chicken.
There was a knock on the back door and Dipper looked to Melody as she attempted
to wash the egg and flour combo out from between her fingers in the sink.
"Dipper, would you get that? I'm a little busy." "Oh, y-yeah! I'll be right
back."
He reached the door and unlocked it. When he pulled it open, his smile fell at
the sight of Bill resting against the doorframe, a leering look in his eye.
Dipper closed the door in his face and locked it without much thought.
It wasn't even (completely) fueled by the resentment he felt over the demon
failing to contact him since he had confessed. It wasn't as though Dipper had
tried to get a hold of him either, but he was ignoring that bit of information.
"Who was it?" Melody asked when he reentered the kitchen and Dipper blushed
unintentionally. "N-no one! I mean, no one important anyway." He followed his
stiff answer up with an awkward, forced laugh.
Melody laughed too, but not along with him as Dipper thought. Everyone was
aware of his crush on some blonde haired guy. It was common knowledge to the
residents of the Mystery Shack. They had also become aware of the pattern of
emotions Dipper had assumed since his crush had developed. Sulking when they
were fighting or not talking, a flustered lair when the other was around. She
briefly wondered if it was the uneasiness of everyone seeing him with the
strange boy or if Dipper always acted like that around him? Either way, she
thought it was oddly sweet.
"You didn't need to wear such fancy clothes!" Dipper heard his sister's voice
and looked out the kitchen entrance just in time to see his twin closing door
behind Bill. "Your brother has a thing for suits." He simply stated to the
smiling girl before looking over to Dipper with an evil grin. "'Ain't that
right, Pinetree?"
"Mabel! Why did you let him in!?" "Don't be so rude. I invited him over for
you!"
Mabel pushed Bill towards her brother but the demon barely moved. "He's been
uber sad since you locked yourself down in the lab. Look at his face, is that
not the face of your neglected lover?" Dipper was growing increasingly
disturbed by this conversation and he looked to the side awkwardly.
"W-we- We aren't lovers! And how is him smiling the look of someone sad!?" He
had to calm himself down or he'd throw up from the disgusting mix of strong
emotions brewing in his chest. Pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, he
finally looked to Bill's amused eye. "If you wanted to talk, you could've
texted me, I would-"
"You turned your phone off." Mabel gasped from the side as if she were watching
a TV drama and Dipper sent her an irritated look before directed his confusion
to Bill. "I seriously want to know how the hell you knew that considering you
didn't try to text me once!"
Bill cocked his head with that amused expression hanging on his pale lips,
those long black lashes fluttering against his strong cheekbone in a way that
made the hairs on Dipper's arm stand on end. No, no. Dipper was not looking at
them. Not one bit.
"I just know. Isn't that enough? It isn't, is it? You want to be such a little
know it all." His gloved hand reached towards a piece of brown hair but Dipper
swatted it away. Melody poked her head out beside him in the doorway.
"Mabel, could you please tell those old goats to come upstairs for dinner?"
Mabel nodded enthusiastically, casting Bill and Dipper one more mischievous
look, "Be good!" Before running off.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name the last time you were here."
Dipper took several steps away from Bill when he realized that his chest was
brushing the other's. He breathed in and cleared his throat. "Melody, this
is... James. He-" 'Just moved here' never left his lips as Bill slipped his arm
over Dipper, tickling his neck and causing him to laugh before he could stop
himself.
"I'm his boyfriend."
Dipper died, right in the folds of Bill's warm suit. He should have known to
never try and introduce the demon because he always seemed to declare that he
was something he was not. Melody shook Bill's hand and Dipper gasped, but
apparently no deal had just transacted as Melody's smile never faltered. "Nice
to meet you for real this time, James. You're just in time, Dipper and I just
finished dinner."
Bill gave Dipper a once over with a piercing gold eye. His hand, still draped
over his shoulder, gave the burgundy apron strap a tug. "Eye see~!"
"What is he doing inside the shack!?"
Came the shout of a husky voice. Ford narrowed his eyes at the two teens
blocking the door to the kitchen. He hated the way that Bill so casually had
his grand nephew in his arms. Like he had a right to him; like he owned him.
Stanford wanted to rip that arm off right then and there, but he calmed himself
when Dipper quickly ducked away from Bill's ensnaring limb.
"Don't be mean, Grunkle Ford. I invited him over for dinner!" Mabel admitted
breezily before helping Melody unfold the bigger plastic table they used for
summers when the Pines showed up. It took up the whole kitchen along with the
chairs. Every time they had managed to all fit into the tight seating
arrangements and Dipper could not for the life of him figure out how.
Ford narrowed his eyes at the the mere inches separating Bill and Dipper and
made his way past them into the kitchen. Melody called for everyone to actually
enter the room instead of lurking in the doorway. Dipper watched Ford and Mabel
take their seats before glancing over at the demon's smug face. "Don't say
anything rude." he warned. Bill held his hand up, "Please, Pinetree. I know
more about table etiquette than your whole family. I think I can handle a
bumpkin meal like this one." Dipper glared, "That was rude!" "Dipper, quiet the
sweet nothings and get you butt over here!" Mabel called and he cringed,
turning back to Bill one last time, "You know what? Just say as little as
possible, okay?" He didn't wait for a response and entered the kitchen as
plates were being set. He untied the dirty apron to set it aside as sat down,
Bill taking the seat next to him. Mabel was on the other side of Bill... And
then there was Stanford, who sat directly across from him. Great.
Stanley showed up with no pants on and nabbed the seat in front of Dipper. Soon
after, Soos entered the room and took up the head of the table while Melody
took up the opposite side. The table was quiet for a long moment as some began
to tackle their food. Soos suddenly pointed at Bill.
"Is eyepatch guy new? I'd feel kinda bad if this is like, the bazillionth time
we've met and I can't remember you." "Names James Waters, currently." Bill
offered with a grin before pushing Dipper's hair out of his face with a
purposeful grin. Dipper jabbed the hand away with his fork and Stanford tried
to direct the conversation away from 'James'.
"Mabel, is there an explainable reason why you have glow in the dark stars in
your hair?" She didn't need to think. The moment he finished his question she
spouted out around a mouthful of chicken "Magic!" She swallowed hard before
going on, "So 'Jim', how's your mom? I've heard good things about her!" Dipper
watched in disgust as Bill continually dug at his chicken with a fork but never
raised a bite to his mouth.
"She's on the verge of a mental breakdown~!" This was his last chance, Dipper
decided and kicked Bill under the table as way of warning. Why would things
work in his favor anyway? Mabel was currently telling Soos about 'Jim' never
having watched TV. It irritated him. Why had Mabel invited him over? Had they
been meeting up while he was in the laboratory?
His mind abruptly shut off all irritation and thoughts the moment he felt a
hand squeezed his thigh. Okay that was it. Dipper glared over at the amused
demon before standing. "I have to go to the bathroom." He announced and left
the kitchen quickly.
Bill was probably in there making fun of him with Mabel all chummy-like. Dipper
stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. Red was blotching his face and an
ugly wrinkle was creasing the skin between his eyebrows. It slowly eased as he
realized what he was doing. He was getting jealous of Mabel. Hadn't he been the
one to tell Bill off for getting stupidly jealous of who he spent time with?
His mindset was no better than Bill's now.
Thoughts of the long tongue he had become familiar with crept into his head and
he bit his lip. Bill didn't touch anybody else like that, did he? No. Dipper
was the only one, he was sure of it. That begged the question; why? Why only
him? Why him at all? It was a mystery. One that Dipper actually felt hesitant
about solving. The answer could liberate his racing mind or completely destroy
him. And the possibilities to where either path led were as infinitely numerous
as an infinity-sided dice.
There was a knock on the door, followed directly after by it opening. Good
thing he wasn't really going to the bathroom. Bill hadn't even waited for him
to respond and had simply opened the locked door effortlessly.
He looked around the small room with his hands on his hips. "Nice place you got
here, mind if I come in?"
Dipper looked away, ashamed by the jealousy that was railing up. It poked at
him from the inside and yelling for him to let Bill take advantage of him
against the bathroom sink if it would mean that Mabel or anyone else would not
be as close to Bill's heart as he was.
Bill tisk'ed and pushed Dipper against the sink. He was so lost, he didn't
think he would ever be found from what depths he was sinking to. This jealousy,
was it the same for Bill?
It was not a thought out, calculated plan to make it the perfect moment- they
were less than three feet from a toilet after all. Dipper didn't think about
it, he just leaned up and caught Bill's lips with his trembling own.
When his mind caught up with his actions, embarrassment settled in where it was
suppose to be and he started to pull away from the unresponsive lips.
How humiliating. The first time Dipper had started a kiss between them and Bill
wanted nothing to do with it. Or at least, that's what Dipper was berating
himself with until Bill's hand suddenly dug into the back of his skull and
forced him back into his lips. This, what they were doing, wasn't reluctant or
hesitant. Both of them wanted nothing more in that very instant and it quickly
became a heated entanglement of desire.
A tongue shoved roughly into Dipper's willing mouth and a quiet gasp fell from
his lips as he pushed back against it with his own. His hands wrapped around
Bill's neck and dragged him impossibly closer.
He regrettably didn't want to pass out from lack of oxygen and had to turn his
head away. Though, Bill was not too pleased and bit his neck particularly
rough.
"Why have you been hanging out with my sister?" he panted out and immediately
regretted it. Bill met his round eyes with a sharp, cutting glance. "I've been
messaging Star to tell me what you've been doing. She's not my target anymore."
He bit Dipper's bottom lip and smiled in amusement. "And also to make you
jealous. I was starting to get bored, you were getting predictable again. But
then you went and did this."
Dipper blushed deeply and that's when he heard the sound of the safety on a gun
go off. Ford stood in the open doorway, his teeth gritted together angrily and
laser gun raised directly at the smug looking demon.
"Looks like Fordzy's jealous too." The blood that had rushed to Dipper's face
had been suddenly drained from his body. Like a deer caught in the headlights
he stayed perfectly still between the sink and Bill, breathing heavily.
"Get the hell away from him." He gruffly demanded and Bill raised his hands in
defense slowly and straightened from his lean over Dipper. He never once
stopped smiling, even as Stanford demanded him to come with him.
"W-what- Great uncle Ford! I-I was the one who started it. Please, leave him
alone!" Dipper confessed nervously but he was ignored. Mabel, Stan, Melody, and
Soos watched from the doorway of the kitchen as Ford closed the front door
roughly behind himself. He followed Bill out of the Shack with his laser gun
pointed at his back.
Dipper didn't look at the others. He stared at the door in horror and could
vaguely hear the yelling outside.
"You have no fucking right to take advantage of him like that, you bastard!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sixers. He was the one-"
"I don't care! He's a naive kid!"
Dipper clenched his fists in anger. But he did not move, he wanted to hear
this.
"Maybe not as naive as you think."
There was a pause and Dipper could hear Bill laugh.
"Weren't you the one who stopped him from leaving because you saw how miserable
he was without me? He's addicted to the taste of this meat suit now~!"
Mabel stepped into the hall with sympathetic smile. "Dipper, don't listen to
them." She reached for his shoulder but he jerked away from her and kept his
gaze focused on the door.
"Why are you messing with his emotions!?"
There was a pause and then Bill said in a dramatic rendition of realization,
"You know what, I think I've developed feelings for him. Whadda y'know!"
Dipper threw the door open just as his great uncle hit Bill over the head. The
demon didn't flinch, a wide expectant smile was splayed across his face. He was
waiting for Stanford to kill him. Had all of that just been a lie to get Ford
to kill him? Dipper wanted throw up.
"Get out of here." Stanford grumbled and Bill sighed in disappointment but
turned to give Dipper a wave accompanied by a grin, "See you soon, Pintree~!"
Dipper did not move from his place on the porch, nor did Ford until the giddy
strut of Bill Cipher was out of sight.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that." Stanford started but Dipper ignored it and
caught the older Pines' arm as he made his way for the front door, "I love him.
I don't care what you think he does or doesn't feel, just stay out of it,
okay?"
"He'll suck the life of you. You won't even recognize who you've become! And
then he'll toss you to the side. He can barely grasp the concept of basic
emotions, let alone something like love!" He looked sad and Dipper eased up a
bit, saying in a softer voice, "Trust me. I'll be fine." He offered an awkward
smile and Stanford laughed.
"I trust you. It's him I don't trust. I'll ease up. But if I find out he hurt
you, I'll slit his throat. Consequences be damned."
He didn't like the coldness in the rough voice but nodded nonetheless. The door
closed behind Stanford but Dipper stayed on the porch for awhile trying to
catch up with all that had just happened.
There was buzz in his pocket and he pulled out his phone numbly.
Mabel: ["Next time, wear protection!"]
Dipper turned around and glared at Mabel with a hot face, who was laughing and
pointing at him through the nearby window.
Chapter End Notes
     Ford in this chapter reminded me of the mom from EraserHead mixed
     with Barney from the Andy Griffith Show oddly enough.
     And then there was Dipper babe putting the moves on Bill this time
     around~ quite an achievement on his part. Hope you look forward to
     more!
***** Tripping On Berries *****
Chapter Notes
     Wow, I think it's been a month in this form of time since I posted.
     Sorry for the delay! I'm still working on this story, though! I
     haven't abandoned it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The coin between his fingers wobbled uneasily but he clenched his fist tightly
before releasing slowly. Dipper whence as the taste of ink blotted his tongue.
Yet another thinking pen laid to waste by his clenched jaw.
What had possessed him to say those things to Stanford's face just the night
before? Oh god, he'd told his great uncle that he was gay for his immortal
archenemy. The relatively light tension between them regarding Bill's
reappearance had turned thick and clotted. Dipper took up another blue pen and
tightened his grip on the coin in his hand as he drew a diagram of a human
heart as well as he could onto the page in his journal. This page would be a
special section on documenting Bill's emotions. It was not guaranteed to have
any results or findings; it was a shot in the dark and a blind leap. But with
it Dipper hoped he could decipher the twisted blood tubes of Bill's heart.
There was banging on the study door and Stanford walked swiftly over to unlock
the elevator doors which lead into the well-protected underground study. Dipper
jumped in surprise and turned around when a loud and crazed laugh filled the
room. McGucket was hugging Stanford tightly and the latter hesitantly patted
his back in return.
"Alright, alright, freak. I let you down here, now stop strangling my brother."
Stanley grunted out moodily as he emerged from the elevator at a sluggish pace.
Fiddleford let go and Stanford caught his breath.
"FiddleFord, it's not that I'm upset to see you, but why on earth are you
here?" The hillbilly's three-toothed grin fell and a tight lipped smile took up
his face as he spoke seriously.
"I know I been sayin' I don't want no part of this weird stuff anymore on
account of me losin' all my memories and what not, but I've been noticing
things- unsettling things that I-I'd rather not have seen." Stanford patted his
friend on the back comfortingly and lead him further into the room. Dipper took
note of Stanley brooding against the wall, irritation clear on his face.
"Don't go wishing to forget again. You couldn't erase your memory even if you
wanted to." Dipper closed his journal and tucked his coin into his pants
pocket, his interest shifting predominantly to the odd conversation, "What did
you see, anyway?"
"Ya know them mysterious earthquakes we've been havin'? Well, I been tracking
them, just to be safe. And right I was to do so! They been gettin' stronger and
bigger but they ain't normal. Fancy mirrors inside my garage have been smashing
open."
"So the earthquakes are related." Stanford mumbled aloud. But before the
scientist could disappear into his thoughts, FiddleFord continued on, growing
increasingly anxious, "That ain't all of it. When I was chasing after my
raccoon wife, on account I done let her slip outside on accident, we ended up
in the woods and the device I had to alert me to when the earthquakes went off
started hollerin'. I saw a mysterious lookin' human wanderin' up towards the
mountains." Dipper had taken up a notepad and was writing down most of what
McGucket said but raised an eyebrow at the end, "You saw a mysterious human? It
didn't look like a hog monster?"
"I'm pretty sure. 'Course, I had been snacking on the woodland bush berries so
it may not have existed at all." There was a long quiet between the group, only
filled with Stanley's purposefully loud slurps of his soda to alert them all
that he was still there. His brother shot him an irritated glance before
turning back to his former lab assistant with a comforting smile, "Dipper and I
will look into it anyway. Just to make sure. Thank you very much for alerting
us to these earthquakes."
"I'll send you a warning somehow when the next quake comes a rollin' into
Gravity Falls." FiddleFord announced gravely as he turned back to Stanley who
stood by the elevator entrance.
Stanford gave his old college friend a sympathetic look as he demanded
seriously, "Be careful out there. If you need someone to talk to, buddy, my
ears are always listening." He ignored Stan's teasing snicker and they all
watched as the elevator opened and the multimillionaire hillbilly stepped
inside. He gave a worried smile and tipped his hat to all three of the Pines,
"I might just take you up on that offer one of these days."
The metal doors slid shut and the sound of the elevator system getting it's
exercise for the day was heard loudly in the walls of the steel room.
"Well, now we have a lead! We'll leave bright and early tomorrow morning to-
" Ford's excitement trailed off as Stanley grunted loudly. It mysteriously
sounded like 'Asshole' to Dipper.
Dipper was on the verge of asking his great uncle to continue when a sigh
escaped the older man and he said with the utmost satisfaction. "Better make a
rain check on that investigation. I promised Stanley we'd drive out and check
on how the Stan 'O War II is holding up tomorrow. But we will resume our
mission the moment I return, okay?"
Dipper nodded and gathered up his notebooks, journal, and alien pens.
"Okay. Well, I've got to head upstairs. Mabel wanted to try and slingshot fruit
at birds flying by or something like that." "Don't let the fruit bits attract
ants to the shack." Ford warned and Stanley added breezily, "Just aim for the
tree line- No, you should try your food slingshot out on the fucking hardware
store. They suck."
"Stanley!" Ford berated but Stan shrugged it off. "What? It's not like he
hasn't heard it at school before."
Dipper smiled at the pair as he stepped inside the empty elevator. It was
almost disgustingly sweet how much their bickering alined with old married
couple's. He honestly hoped that he and Mabel did not end up like that when
they were old. Dipper gave them a quick wave goodbye as the elevator closed. He
let out a deep breath when he knew that he couldn't be seen by anyone.
It was a nerve wracking feeling that creeped into his stomach, achingly slow at
first, but quickly growing as the metal box breached from the earth and opened
to let him out. He was extremely nervous about he and Stanford's new mission of
heading into the mountains.
He bit his lip and looked down at his phone balancing on top of the book pile
he carried.
Maybe he should get his mind off of it for a bit. He knew just the distraction
inducer, whether it was a good idea or not.
Chapter End Notes
     I will update a lot sooner than later. Hope you enjoyed this chapter
     and look forward to the next chapter... It will be three times longer
     than this one, I think.
***** A Distraction *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ remember how that ratings been bumped up? Yeah, keep that in
     mind in the proceeding chapter.
Dipper rung the doorbell with a clammy hand. He wasn't suicidal, was he? This
seemed very suicidal. Or maybe he had hit his head somewhere along the line and
this was the work of a brain damaged version of himself.
The Waters house, in all it's cookie-cutter normalcy, echoed with the chime of
the doorbell hollowly. The boards on the exterior creaked unpleasantly around
him and he took a deep breath to calm his nerves before ringing the doorbell
again.
The door clicked open after a moment and a grinning face crawled it's way into
the gap of the doorway. A noticeable gold chain prevented it from opening more
than an arm's width.
"I must say, I enjoy your forwardness for once, Pinetree. Do you realize how
exposed your making that adorable underbelly of yours?" Dipper was unimpressed
and shifted the backpack on his shoulder awkwardly, the heavy load becoming
more apparent the longer he was left waiting.
"I-I just need a place to do some research for a few hours. Ford went fishing
with Stan for a couple of days so I'm not allowed in the lab, and Mabel is
having a sleepover." It wasn't a complete lie. He did need a place to work on
this mirror business. He was just leaving out the fact that he wanted to see
Bill.
There was a long mischievous hum and the door closed, followed by the sound of
a click. The door opened once more, this time fully. "By all means, use my jail
as your personal think tank. Really soak your brain while you're here. Maybe
then you won't be so dry up in the chrome-dome."
The demon stepped aside and ushered Dipper inside. There came the sounds of the
bolts being fastened behind him and he cringed. Bill caught this and pushed
Dipper further into the house by the back of his head. "Georgina isn't home and
she likes to scream about me leaving the door unlocked. As much as it's
hilarious- her face turns this strangled purple color if I get her angry
enough- I don't feel like getting yelled at today." Here he paused and added
lewdly, "Not by her. But if you feel a compulsive desire to yell or even
scream-"
"I'm going to ignore anything that was just said. Now, where can I lay out my
things?" Bill shrugged and yanked Dipper by the arm too roughly. He squished to
his side as he pointed towards the locations he suggested, "There's the dinning
room, the bottom stairs living room, the second floor living room-my room is
also an option to consider."
This was weird. Bill was acting weirder than normal. Dipper pulled away from
him with a raised eyebrow and took notice of the way Bill's long, gloved
fingers twitched and shook him off uneasily. "I'll use your dinning room
actually... Are you feeling alright?"
"I feel like a sack made of human skin filled with shit." Well, that was
something. The smile on Bill's face fell and he resumed pushing Dipper. This
time towards the dinning room. "I can always go find somewhere else if you want
to be alone or something."
"Stay." Was the sudden flare of anger in his eye, as if the very suggestion of
Dipper leaving was the stupidest thing he had ever heard. The shorter boy
raised his hands in defense and sat down at the table nervously.
"Okay, I'll stay." Dipper announced warily as the demon had taken up the wooden
chair beside his. He pulled out some of the many charts that he and Ford had
been going over. When he no longer had room within his arm's reach for the
documents, Dipper took to sitting on his legs upon the chair so that he could
stretch across the table.
After sectioning off each paper into their related topics, Dipper began to set
them in the order which he believed them to be connected: The mirrors in
Gravity Falls stretching and breaking connected to Hog Monsters coming through
The Tear. The Tear was connected to an unknown being trying to get in. Unknown
being is causing earthquakes?
Dipper stared at the order for a long moment. It didn't quite fit. Was he
missing something? An important element to bring it all together? He tabbed
through the other articles neatly tuck into his backpack and paused on the
graph that the anomaly scanner had taken. But he didn't pull it out. Instead he
pulled out the notes of McGucket's statement from a few days before and turned
to Bill.
A single gold eye was watching him intently. An expression so different and
strange that Dipper found he had to look away, "Can I have a glass of wa-
" "Sure thing." The demon stood from his chair abruptly, causing the wood to
scrape on wood in a horribly loud scream that Dipper felt in his teeth.
The sound of water being poured behind him made him bothanxious and calm.
Dipper took up his notes on what McGucket had come rambling into the lab about;
The earthquakes were another effect of the Hog Monsters crawling through, much
like the mirrors. And then there was the humanoid creature that may or may not
have been spotted heading towards the mountains at the same time that an
earthquake happened.
His gut clenched at the sudden cold glove on the back of his neck that broke
his thought process instantly. The glass of water was thrusted sloppily into
his hand causing him to almost drop it and spill it over all of his notes. If
that happened, Dipper would probably die.
"Thanks." He mumbled against the cup and took a big gulp. Funny how Bill had
done something like getting him a glass of water without any verbal abuse or
complaining. Whatever mood Bill was in, Dipper had mixed feelings about it.
The glass, still half full, was set as far away from the papers as Dipper could
reach on the long oak dinning table. "So this is what you and Fordzy are trying
to figure out." A calculating gold eye slid leisurely over the documents.
Dipper scratched his head with his pen and sighed in irritation, "Yeah, I'm
trying to get some of the work done before Ford gets back and- What are you
doing?"
Bill didn't pause, and leaned in to catch Dipper's lips with his own. Dipper
didn't fight it off and kissed the demon back hesitantly. However, he did pull
back when Bill tried to deepen the kiss. This resulted in the mouth trailing
along his exposed neck instead. A laugh escaped him at the feeling of the
others lips crawling down his neck.
"S-stop!" Dipper pleaded against the tickling sensation and the warmth of his
face growing. Bill's lips parted and his tongue ran up the neck in a less
innocent manner that his lips had. The feeling made Dipper shiver and his
pushing against the other's face more earnest.
"Bill," he warned and the demon growled as he forced himself away from the
delicious junction between neck and shoulder, an expectant glare directed at
the flushed brunette. Dipper gulped and bit his lip to remind himself of
reality and the consequences of letting this go any further.
"W-we shouldn't-" "When can we?" The irritation in Bill's voice made Dipper
irritated and he glared warily at the face mere inches from his. What right did
the demon have to be irritated by the situation? God, he was starting to taste
the anchovy smell that hung from Bill's lips.
"You only want to because-" "And what if that's not my only reason?" Dipper's
eyes almost popped in their sudden inflation and he sputtered off into some
indignant noises. "Y-you're joking, aren't you?"
Bill stroked his hand over Dipper's flat stomach through the lose hanging t-
shirt and shrugged carelessly. "Don't think about it too much, it will give you
a brain ulcer. Trust me." With that, he reintroduced his mouth to Dipper's,
calmer and less frantic.
Was this real?
Probably not. No one ever saw Dipper this way. No one ever loved him this way.
Bill was probably doing this because he had ulterior motives. But he could cave
a little, couldn't he?
A growl escaped Bill and the sensation of hands crawling up his shirt had
Dipper withering. He wrapped his arms around Bill's wide chest and moved his
mouth against the increasingly aggressive one tentatively.
Was it Dipper or was the room growing suspiciously hot? Strange noises were
spilling out between their tangled, slick tongues. He turned his head to the
side and heaved gulps of air only turning back in a haze to those gloved hands
ripping his shirt open easily. God damnit. His insides knotted up tightly as
his pants began to feel constricting.
"S-slow down! Ah, Too fast." He managed to pant out in an annoyingly cracking
voice. But he didn't want to slow down, he wanted everything as soon as he
could have it. He was going insane. Bill ran his coarse leather gloves up
Dipper's sides to the soft rose colored buds that framed his deliciously plain
chest.
He pinched and rubbed his nipples causing Dipper to draw in a sharp breath.
There was something addictive about those noises. Bill wanted to touch him,
every inch of his meat suit, and then he wanted Dipper's soul. The very idea
that he was being offered both made a victorious grin climb at the corners of
his mouth.
Dipper's hands ripped and pulled sinfully at the soft blond hair and Bill
rolled his hips up into his in response. Dipper shuttered out a sigh.
"B-Bill, the table is hurting my back." Kisses fell on Dipper's cheek and the
demon hummed pleasantly. Rubbing his face much like a small child into Dipper's
neck before picking him up easily.
Dipper wasn't sure if this whole carrying thing was such a good idea. But Bill
was carrying him towards the stairs anyway. Dipper squeezed his legs around him
tightly when his back hit the stair railing. "Oh my god, put me down! You can't
even see where you're going!"
"I don't need to see, I know where everything is." The demon boasted right
before ramming Dipper's back into the second story couch, knocking the wind out
of his lungs. "That's it!" Dipper announced and slid out of Bill's tight grip
on his thighs to stand on his own.
"We're going to walk up the stairs like normal people or I'm not going to do
any of this!" There was a vacant look in Bill's eye that Dipper assumed was the
demon attempting to understand what he meant by 'normal', and so, he
elaborated. If this went on much longer the mood would be gone completely.
"And here I thought you liked weird things." Dipper took up one of the gloved
hands and tugged the bemused demon after him, up the creaking stairs. "Not when
it hurts." He corrected. Bill gave his butt a harsh slap which had the latter
glaring back at him with an increasing blush creeping up his exposed chest.
"I'll make you change your mind soon enough~"
Nothing was said about the lightly charred remains of Bill's obsessive stalking
as the door to the demon's den was shoved open. Lips were too busy unraveling
the secrets to their mutual addiction. The feeling of soft hands trembling, but
desperate to remove Bill's shirt. The sensation of rough leather gloves
ghosting over Dipper's exposed back as his torn shirt was quickly thrown out of
the way.
Dipper pulled away for a breath of air and followed as Bill sat on the edge of
the bed. A bitterness lingered in the sheets over the soft cushion underneath
them and as he pulled Bill's shirt off he asked in no more than a whisper,
"Tell me what you really think about me, Bill. Please."
There was a long moan when gloves brush the sensitive flesh of Dipper's lower
back and his spine arched away from the touch instinctively. Bill's teeth sunk
into the red earlobe by his face before he gritted out, "I'm showing you,
aren't I?"
"Just- What are you feeling here?" Dipper ran his finger over the various self
inflicted claw marks etched into Bill's chest. Muscles spasmed under his touch
and his hand was ripped away by a clenched, covered hand.
"My blood sack is about to pop so I wouldn't put your pretty little baby hand
there. It's like acid spewing worms are munching their way out from the inside
of my human bits. I want to throttle you so hard that your head snaps off, but
then there's something inside of me, with sentient thoughts that don't seem to
be my own, that tells me not to hurt you. It's all really nauseating."
Dipper kissed his demon- his demon but couldn't help the smile from overtaking
his lips. Bill didn't pull away from the kiss, taking up the hobby of kissing
anything and everything that made up the being that was Dipper Pines.
"I feel, um, the same thing- more or less." He said distractedly, more focused
on the hand that was on his bare chest and pushing him to lay out on the
mattress. A creeping anxiousness burned in his throat. The hand was holding him
to the bed, it made him uncharacteristically claustrophobic.
"You don't like it when I pin you like this. You're getting soft down here,
kid." Bill observed in amusement and reached for Dipper's half hard member.
"Don't! I just- can we, um try doing this my way?" 'My way.' His mind scoffed.
Bill may have been too aggressive but at least he seemed to know how to make
things feel the way he assumed they should.
"And what way is that, Pinetree?" Came the drawled out answer that was really
just a deflection so that he could slowly pop the buttons of Dipper's shorts
open. Dipper promptly sat up. "Um, f-first of all, take off your gloves.
They're really rough and I just don't like them, okay?" Bill complied and
slowly tugged the black leather from his marked skin.
Dipper squeezed his eyes shut. The heat of his face threatened to leave him
unconscious as he relayed his other request, "And could you possibly, maybe not
make this like last time?"
Bill brushed his bare hand down Dipper's equally bare chest and felt the
shutter shake through his body. "Fine." He simply said before removing his own
slacks that carried his underwear with them. Dipper's eyes widened and he
looked away in embarrassment, "Oh, wow. Okay. You're just going to do that
without a warning."
"I already did it. It's funny how you can't bring yourself to look at me when
I'm not wearing clothes but when I am you're perfectly fine with staring at my
human anatomy." Dipper covered his face with his hands as the brief moment he
had just seen the harden cock dangling above him played over and over behind
his eyes. "That is a completely normal thing to do! Wait, no. I don't c-check
you out or anything! At least, not all the time- and I'm just going to stop
talking before I start to admit to equally embarrassing things."
"No, I insist, go ahead and admit all your little secrets to me." Bill sure
sounded amused, he tugged at Dipper's pants with a hint of annoyance.
Hesitantly, Dipper pulled his hands away from his face and assisted with his
shorts but he forced Bill's eager hands away and pulled off his underwear on
his at his own agonizingly slow pace.
And then, there was silence. Dipper forced himself to man up and meet the
demon's glazed over gaze. His eyes remained on Bill's face and he watched self-
consciously as the other made a show of looking over the body in front of him.
Dipper flinched as he felt fingers close around lose skin on his hips and knead
it harshly. "Fleshy. The more I squeeze it the more blood rushes to it! I have
to admit, it's a lot less pathetic than last time I saw it. You know, when I
possessed you and all." Dipper nearly choked on his own spit indignantly.
"Please tell me you didn't do anything like this to my body without me
knowing." Bill waved it off. His hands, itching to do something, were finally
were let lose. He pushed Dipper back against the bed with the extra weight of
his body pressed flush against Dipper's, "I wouldn't mind eating the flesh
right off your bones right now. Your skin it just so pliable." He made his
point by giving Dipper's stomach a nice, fleshy tug.
Before Dipper could even manage to think up a response, Bill was grinding his
hard on up into Dipper's. White, blindly white light coursed through Dipper's
vision and there was no hiding the loud moan.
Bill seemed to consume the noises of pleasure spilling from the body beneath
him as he rubbed the both of them together three or four times. But that wasn't
enough and quickly grew boring. He leaned down and sucked harshly on Dippers
jaw and nipped at his swollen lips before pulling back and taking up one of the
tan legs, forcing himself into the gap he had created.
"I'm going to push into you now." He said bluntly and Dipper sat up in utter
horror. "Like hell you are! Don't you know about... Stretching and stuff?" Bill
maintained an amused grin but rolled his eye. "I was just 'pulling your leg',
Pinetree." He emphasize his crude joke by tugging Dipper's legs further apart.
Growing more serious, Bill reached over the mop of brown hair to grab the tube
under his inconspicuous pillow. When he noticed Dipper narrowing his eyes in
suspicion, Bill shrugged, "You were bound to cave at some point." Dipper was
offended but found his attention was drawn by the disgusting squelching noise
as Bill emptied the tube out into his hand and threw it's useless remains
somewhere to the side.
"Do you really need all of that?" "The question is 'do you need all of this.'
And the answer is no- But~! Better safe than sorry, right?" He didn't push the
subject along any further, but Dipper had a feeling that Bill just wanted to
make a huge mess.
There was an excitement in the way Bill rubbed his slick hands over both of
their members, pulling at them a few times before trailing them past Dipper's
weeping tip, down to the twitching pucker of muscles. When he ran his finger
around the lip it contracted and Dipper whined anxiously, "B-be careful."
What kind of boyfriend would Bill be if he didn't listen to such a innocently
pronounced request?
And so, Bill's finger wiggled it's way in forcefully.
"A-ah, fuck! Stop that you idiot! Oh my god... This was a mistake, this was a
fucking mistake." His breath was coming in sharply and shakily out.
"If anyone is an idiot its you. Why don't you stop clenching? If I just put in
another finger in-". "No! Don't you dare!" Tears of pain started to line his
eyes and he took a deep breath to try and calm himself before saying as
steadily as he could manage, "Bill, just give me a second to adjust and then
I'll, uh... Tell you when I'm ready." Reluctantly, the blonde agreed.
Slowly but surely, Dipper guided Bill into stretching him at a pace he was
comfortable with. It wasn't the greatest of feelings- it had to be the most
awkward and embarrassing experience of his life- but he powered through it. He
wanted to do this with Bill.
There was a brief sensation of pleasure when three of Bill's fingers were
lazily pumping in and out and one brushed that bundle of nerves that had him
arching his back and pushing back into the fingers with hopes of them touching
that spot again.
Now the fingers had slipped out and Bill was wiping the remaining globs of lube
messily over himself. His hand guided the head to the thoroughly prepared
entrance. "You look scared." He pointed out obviously and Dipper huffed
nervously. "Yeah, and I bet you like that." He cringed when the head was pushed
inside and Bill hummed lowly, "You know I do~!"
"Don't move!" Dipper demanded but the demon was growing tired of the waiting
games and shallowly thrusted back and forth, the speed picking up when it
elected a mouth watering scream of pain and pleasure.
Dipper withered at the intense pain and clenched around the forced entrance
only succeeding at making it more painful. "Bill, stop! It hurts!" Bill slowed
but did not stop, his desire of being fully submerged winning over the voices
in his head telling him not to make his human hurt. "Relax your body. If you
don't, this is only going to be pleasurable for me."
'Okay okay.' Dipper's mind began, 'Bill likes it rough, but you can make this
better. Calm down, stop panicking.' Bill realized Dipper's tears and
uncomfortable expression etched into his face and tried to think of what he
could do to make it more bearable.
Kisses were pressed to Dipper's cheek, licks stole the salty residue from the
corners of his eyes, and murmurs of him being 'too sensitive' were pressed
against his forehead. Dipper met his eyes with a grateful smile, "I love you."
This seemed to draw a strange almost disturbed expression to Bill's face and he
said in a round about sort of way, "I don't believe that's a thing. At least,
it's not a feeling like you think but more of the sensation of longing and
decaying souls, which I admit to have started feeling creeping in on me this
summer. It must be easier for simpletons with one life span to chalk it up to
being 'love' instead of the need for sex and social status before they die."
Dipper stared at him expectantly and Bill sighed dramatically, "But if you want
me to use laymen's terms, my meat suit compels me to 'love' you. Now don't you
feel all high and mighty, getting me to say that?" He teased sarcastically. His
thrusts, which had almost gone completely still, now picked up and Dipper
pushed his hips down to meet him every time.
The stretch of his insides seemed less painful after Bill's rambling and semi
heartfelt confession had given him time to adjust to the length. The bed shook
as they grew more frantic and flesh slapped loudly together. Dipper cried out
when his sweet pot was hit dead on and, with a few more noisy thrusts, he came
between their stomachs.
Everything was suddenly so... So blissfully numb. He was well aware that Bill
was mumbling in no language he had ever heard as he released with a few more
thrusts. There was the obscene feeling of hot Bill sliding out of him as he
road it out before he pulling out completely and collapsing on top of Dipper,
who groaned irritatedly. They were gross, disgustingly sticky and sweaty- Oh
but Dipper loved it.
Even though he was having trouble breathing under the extra weight his arms
wrapped around Bill's waist. It was disturbingly slim for how broad a ribcage
he possessed. The other ran his fingers through Dipper's hair, but soon
stopped, whipping the sweat off it's owners face.
The lull of sleep was tugging at his eyes and Dipper didn't fight it. He
hoarsely whispered some gibberish about how he love him and how Bill wasn't
such a bad guy when he wanted to be. He was off to his mindscape and Bill
watched him as he went.
But he wouldn't be joining him. There were things he needed to destroy
downstairs.
***** Surprisingly Normal *****
Chapter Notes
     Holy shit. long time no see, eh? My ipod (which I had been writing
     and posting this story from) took a crap and I had stupidly not saved
     any of the chapters I had written to my email or something. Luckily,
     Mysterious Mr.K had saved all the chapters besides one which I had
     been writing still. It took longer than it should have, but now I am
     ready to start writing and posting again. Mr.K did not spellcheck
     this chapter but I gave it a once over so it should be fine.
     without further ado, enjoy this very late update!
In fourth grade, Dipper and Mabel's parents signed them up for a co-ed soccer
team in hopes that the two of them would branch off from each other and learn
'the true value of teamwork' as their mother had read from the pamphlet.
 
This idea had worked well enough for Mabel, not only did she get along with
everyone on the team, her energy levels made her the fastest. She loved soccer.
Dipper, on the other hand, hated soccer. When he wasn't on the bench (which was
most of the time) he was being shoved into the dirt, over thinking who to kick
the ball to, and ultimately receiving cuts and bruises-from his own teammates.
 
When Dipper would wake up the day after practice his whole body ached and he
had thought miserably, 'Nothing in the world is more painful than waking up
after soccer practice.'
 
Oh, if he only knew what he knew now.
 
Everything ached. Everything. Dipper didn't want to open his eyes ever again.
He groaned and shoved his sweaty face deeper into the pillow. Had his pillow
always smelled like perfume and rancid meat? No, this was Bill's pillow, Bill's
bed, even.
 
'Oh no. Dipper what did you do?' his mind screamed at him but he pushed it
away. The sound of his heart pulsating in his burning red ears was not going to
let him drift off again. What time was it anyway? When questions such as that
were arising from his haggard brain, there was no escaping consciousness.
 
Slowly, he cracked one eye open and lifted his head from Bill scented cushion.
There was no indication of time in the dark room and he supposed that was the
very reason Bill liked it. Where was that demon anyway?
 
After the awkward and painful process of prodding himself out of bed, Dipper
attempted to rub out the knot in his back as he scavenged around for something
to cover himself with, his pants and underwear would be nice. But they were
nowhere to be seen.
 
"You sure slept an awful long time, kid." The owner of the room cut in. He was
leaning against the door frame, a cup of steaming liquid raised to his lips.
Dipper froze, like a deer in headlights as the blush seeped into his exposed
body.
 
Teeth clenched, he grabbed up the sheets from the bed and covered himself as
best as he could. "S-stop staring! It's creeping me out." This was horrible.
Dipper felt guilt and shame digging at his stomach.
 
"Still playing the act of the virgin? Don't worry, now that you've tasted the
satisfaction of lust you won't be singing that tune much longer, Pinetree."
 
Dipper didn't look up as the demon approached, but he felt the once again
gloved hand patting his head and could see the gold buckle of the black leather
belt holding the loose pen striped slacks standing before him.
 
"I don't think I'll ever get use to this sort of thing." Dipper mumbled out.
Even with the glove on Bill's hand, he felt a warmth in his chest caused by the
gentle patting and he chanced a glance up to Bill disturbingly wide smile.
"So, um. Where are my clothes?"
 
 
It took some time, but Dipper managed to get his clothes back (minus the shirt
which he was then compensated with one of the demon's more casual plain black
t-shirts) in one piece. He had contemplated using the shower but then Bill
wanted to take a shower with him and Dipper wasn't interested in having a
repeat of before in the slippery box. He would just have to deal with the filth
and smell of sex until he was back at the Mystery Shack.
 
"Hey, by the way. What time is it?" Dipper asked as he followed Bill down the
stairs. "Time is irrelevant, meaningless, Pinetree. The sun has gone down then
up from the moment I pinned you to the table if that's what you were wondering
about."
 
"Seriously?" He asked rhetorically and hurried into the dining room to grab up
his things, but stopped in the doorway when he saw a clean dining room table,
all his articles and notes missing from their chaotic neatness a top the
surface. His backpack resting against the leg of the chair.
 
"The old lady is a neat-freak so I packed your thing back into your bag knowing
that you would probably have a nerd attack if she threw it all away." Bill
explained and Dipper went over to his bag and unzipped it to see it close to
overflowing, just like how expected it to be. He sighed in relief and pulled
out his phone from the front pouch as he stood, slinging the heavy load over
his shoulder and checked his messages.
Two voice messages and and thirteen texts.
 
Voice message 1; ["Hey dude, just wondering where you are. I'm suppose to be
watchin' you for Mr.Stans and all. Give me a call back soon, okay?- also we're
having pizza tonight so you don't wanna miss out!"]
 
Voice message 2: ["Dipper, it's me, Stanford. Stanley and I are on our way
back. I need you to make room in the fridge, we caught a few salmons and what
not. Also, start to pack up previsions for our mission. I'll explain the
details in person. See you soon."
 
All the texts were from Mabel telling him to answer her about where he was and
if he was spending the night somewhere.
With a tired sigh, he shoved his phone into the pocket of his shorts and looked
to impatient demon. "Guess I should head back, now." "You're welcome for the
shirt and saving your research and all that. Not that you would remember to
thank you or anything."
 
Right. Dipper smiled and leaned up and pressed a chest kiss to the corner of
Bill's lips. "Thanks." That was apparently unsatisfactory for the demon who
remained unimpressed. "That's all I get? Talk about cheap."
 
When they reached the front door, Bill undid the locks and opened it wide for
Dipper who hesitated in the door frame. "I'll be gone a few days I think. Ford
and and I are doing some investigating in the mountains so-" "Really? That's so
interesting." Dipper paused, and looked the demon over. He certainly didn't
sound interested in their research in the slightest and somehow he felt like
was Bill was trying to offend him. "Yeah, it is." "Really?" "Yes. Really."
 
"Then I'll tag along with you." The sudden change in tone left Dipper reeling
and he had to ask "What?" Just to make sure he was hearing him right. "I want
to come on your investigation with Fordzy."
 
Dipper bit his lip before letting out a long breath "Maybe another time. Ford
still hates your guts, you know." There was a tension filled silence. An
unspoken secret Dipper wanted to ask the demon about but it's answer whether it
be true or not could ruin what they just started.
 
"Anyway. I'll see you later." Dipper concluded. Bill leaned in and gave the
shorter mouthful of tongue and spit, he attempted to pin Dipper to the door
frame and prolong the kiss but he quickly turned and untangled his lips from
the other as he stepped out on the porch with a flushed face. "See you around,
Mason."
 
Oh, jeez. Why did he have to say his name like that? Dipper just nodded, face
burning in utter embarrassment as he left the porch in a hurry.
Half way back to the Mystery Shack and a strange feeling suddenly overtakes
him. Something had been too natural about his parting from Bill. Something had
been odd in a 'not normal Bill' way. Dipper stopped on the corner of the street
nearing the edge of the main streets in town and removed his backpack from his
shoulder. He hesitated for only for a moment before unzipping it and riffling
through it. Hoping that his suspicions were wrong...
The anomaly graph was gone. Dipper sagged in disappointment. "Bill, you idiot.
What did you do this time?"
***** To The Enchanted Woods *****
Chapter Notes
     had lots of fun writing this chapter. It felt more like book than a
     fanfic. hope you enjoy it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The timing of Ford and Dipper's mountain exploration couldn't be worse. At
least, that was what Stanley's irritated mumbles proclaimed throughout the
hasty process of the two 'geeks' preparing for the journey.
 
Stanford had taken to ignoring his brother's complaints while he packed. He
knew that the best way of dealing with his twin when he was in one of his
'moods' was to just let it simmer out and apologize with a six pack of beer and
a good old fashioned round of poker after the kids had gone to sleep.
 
The lack of protest his twin had given him when he told her of the trip almost
disappointed Dipper. Mabel had been reading some sweater pattern catalog that
looked positively boring to Dipper when he sat on the edge of her bed. She met
his eyes curiously and he explained as little as possible about the reasoning
behind the trip so as not to make her worry about his safety. She had just told
him to have fun and to Snapchat her if he had any signal before turning back to
her knitting instructions book disturbingly placid about the whole affair. He
almost felt compelled to tell her that, no, it wouldn’t be fun, he would be
tracking a powerful monster that could very well be able to rip him limb from
limb, but he refrained himself.
 
Why couldn't she have had the same reaction when he told her he was going home
earlier than normal? Maybe he was suppose to be grateful for the lack of drama
in the conversation.
 
"Dipper, focus." The demanding tone jarred the younger Pines, who looked up
from the dirt he was currently ruining his shoes with to his great uncle's
swaying backpack in front of him.
 
"I wasn't not focusing." Dipper mumbled and Ford gave him a look over his
shoulder, as if sarcastically stating 'Really.' So maybe Dipper hadn't been
completely listening to his mentor's long list of things to watch out for and
or avoid at all costs in the woods. He was pretty sure scouts had taught him
all that when he was ten... Well, besides the whole part about creatures that
rarely appeared in any other place but Gravity Falls.
 
It was Bill that was clogging his mind. Distracting him from the mission at
hand. The graph had ‘mysteriously’ vanished after Bill had packed away his
research away for him. It should have struck him as odd the moment the demon
started to explain. Bill Cipher did not do kind things for people without some
ulterior motive. How could he have overlooked that? Maybe because at the time
Dipper had been trying not to think about Bill's face looming over his,
concentration drawn on his lips as he focused on thrusting into Dipper's sweet
spot. And oh, the feeling of his teeth raking against his lip… Shit.
 
He needed to stop fantasizing. What would Ford think if he noticed how red
Dipper had gotten? He could always blame it on the sunburn creeping up the rise
in flesh which banked the edge of his eye-sockets. His really did need to stop
thinking about it; obsessing over guys was not a trait that he wanted share
with his sister.
 
Right. Mission time... But still, Dipper was a bit put out by the separation so
soon after such a milestone in both their relationship and Bill's understanding
of his human form- And Bill stealing evidence that would link him to this
investigation. Okay, that was the last thought of all of it. Dipper had gotten
it all out of his system and now he was fully aware of their surroundings.
 
Actually, he recognized the area from one of Ford's journals. The trees were
coated in a disgustingly magical blueish-green moss that sparkled. Another
indicator was the red mushrooms. He carefully stepped over them as the little
sign had said to do a few feet back. If Stanford and Dipper continued further,
they would be entering the Enchanted section of the forest and the small town
that the Gnomes and Barf Fairies seemed to gravitate to would undoubtedly be on
their path. Some fifty yards past that and a hop-skip over a river would land
them at the sparkly gates to the unicorns. Ugh. They weren't going to them,
were they?
 
The Gnomes that loitered around looked over the two normal sized males with
vaguely interested glances. Apparently, humans weren't as interesting to tiny
bearded men as singing their disturbingly happy jingles and running around like
anxious squirrels.
 
Ford crouched down near Gnasty's tavern, assessing it's short and narrow
passage with a long and thoughtful 'hmm'. Finally, Dipper broke their stiff
silence with a slight attitude lacing his question, "Great uncle Ford, why are
we even here? I was under the impression that this whole 'other dimensional
beings trying to take over our world' thing was kind of a time sensitive
situation." What? He couldn't help being moody when they had been hiking all
day and didn't seem to be making much progress.
 
"Think you can still get inside?" He asked thoughtfully, ignoring Dipper's
complaint, who turned his attention to the small door he had had trouble
squeezing through last year he explored the Enchanted woods. To think that he
would fit after yet another (minor as they may have been) set of growth spurts
was relying on him being short, which he believed was no longer the case.
"I don't think so- Wait, why?" Stanford stood slowly and brushed off the dirt
that clung to the knees of his pants and gave a sigh to begin his explanation,
"We aren't going to the mountain straight away. Our mission is to first ask
around about this humanoid. If we recklessly hike the two day journey into the
mountains without knowing if they even exist we could waste more time than we
can afford."
 
Oh, right. The 'thing' they were hunting down could turn out to be nothing more
than McGucket seeing things after eating the wrong kind of berries. Dipper
chewed at his lip as his mind started to slip back into deeper thoughts and
suspicions which he had been avoiding. Stanford watched the oblivious teen with
an unamused glance. He liked it better when his grand nephew didn't bring his
love for mysteries into his love-life. It had been so much easier to excite
Dipper with investigating before Bill had gone and laid the secrets of the
universe at his fingertips if he only handed over his soul. Damnit. He
shouldn't think about it. It only pissed him off.
 
"So, wanna give it a try or are we just going to stand here and stare at it?"
This seemed to snap Dipper from his thoughts (for the umpteenth time) and he
nodded, his eyebrows drawn together as he forced himself to concentrate. "Yeah,
I'll give it a try. I'm just not sure if I'll fit." He crouched down and opened
the door. "It's bigger on the inside. You'll be surprised." With the semi
reassuring reminder from Ford, Dipper started to crawl on his arms and legs
through the hole. His shoulder got stuck in the doorframe and several Gnomes
laughed their tiny butts off at the sight. Switching tactics, Dipper hunched
his shoulders in towards his chest and he was able to just barely squeeze
through. And then his hips were caught. Oh god, it was really not helping his
growing embarrassment that the tiny breaded drunks were whooping with laughter
at the sight. If he wasn't already halfway inside, Dipper would have turned
back and told his Grunkle he just couldn't do it.
 
There was a rough shove to his butt and he was inside the tree tavern. That
hadn't been Stanford, had it? There were no angry Gnomes strong enough to shove
him that hard. How humiliating.
 
Pushing his embarrassment away, Dipper stood and walked over to the bar where
the Gnome behind the counter poured tree sap into a mug and handed it to the
Gnome beside Dipper, clearly the toxins in the sap were offering them a buzz.
 
"What'll it be human?" The gruff voice of the bartender asked and Dipper
offered a sheepish smile before remembering his job here. "I'm here for info.
Any of your customers talk about a mysterious human by the the mountains?" He
received a narrow glare. Thinking quickly, Dipper pulled whatever he had in his
pocket out to bargain with and found a piece of lint and a bag of skittles. The
gnome's eyes glinted with interest and Dipper smiled confidently. "You've got a
bit of a sweet tooth, don't you?"
 
The tiny man looked almost offended. "What? No! The lint, give it to me!"
...Okay? Dipper held it away from his reach, "Not until you tell me what I want
to know."
 
"Fine! 'Bout a week ago, some regulars of mine said they saw massive monster
coming down from the mountains bleeding a lot- now gimme!" "What did the
creature look like? Was it dark with a hog face?" The bartender stopped
reaching for the lint, meeting Dipper's eyes seriously. "That thing was no
creature. It was a monster."
 
Dipper was about to ask more when a Gnome behind him smacked his hand and the
bartender grabbed up the lint before the human could stop him. "Thank
Shmarvel." He called to the one who had hit Dipper's hand and was given a
thumbs up in return, "No problem, Gnasty!"
 
"What did the 'monster' look like?" Dipper demanded but he already knew the
bartender wouldn't be telling him anymore than he already had. As expected, the
bartender shrugged "I don't have to answer that." Dipper sighed and started to
turn towards the door when the Gnome behind the log bar counter added
seriously, "Watch out for yourself... That thing you're looking for won't
hesitate to kill you."
 
After Dipper had wiggled himself out the tavern door, he straightened himself
out. Wiping the dirt from his clothes, he looked around for his uncle, but he
was gone from sight. This drew a panic in his chest as images of a horrifying
monster dragging him off into the woods came to mind.
A chill ran up his spine when realized that all of the Gnomes were hiding in
the bases of trees and under mushroom tops.
 
Something was watching him from not far away, he could feel the eyes on him. He
chewed his lip, looking around anxiously.
 
A hand grabbed hold of his shoulder and he screamed in surprise, whacking
Stanford's hand away. Wait. Oh. "S-sorry, great uncle Ford!" The older eyed
him, still recovering from the sudden scream and asked incredulously, "Nature
called- not literarily this time- and so I had to step away. Who else would be
grabbing you in these woods?"
 
"Maybe me~?"
Chapter End Notes
     Might not post next Monday but I will try for the Monday after that.
***** And Then That Thing Happened In The Woods *****
Chapter Notes
     My Christmas present to you~! Hope you enjoy it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ford was not happy.
 
A campfire had been started as the sun set behind the pine trees. Dipper
swatted Bill's hand away from reaching to catch the whipping ends of electrons
changing energy levels and releasing photons with equivalent energies in a
curious golden red and blinding white blend. It was only eight and yet he was
exhausted from the stress of the events which occurred earlier in the day.
 
An odd mix of anger and shame had clogged Dipper's throat when Bill had so
casually jumped down in front of the two Pines from a tree overhead. Of course
there was a certain overwhelming sense of happiness screaming at him to be
happy too, but danger signs were brightly strobing behind his eyes. Dipper
glared at the demon and held up his hand as a warning when Bill had tried to
come closer.
 
"Why the heck are you here?" He demanded, Bill grinned mischievously, "You
invited me!" "No, I told you not to come!" The demon showing up here and the
missing graph was not making a case in Bill’s favor. What was he thinking?
 
"Why did you tell him in the first place?!" Stanford piped in and Dipper shrunk
back a bit. "Because, he's so considerate~! He told me all about your little
research project -even showed me your notes- so that I wouldn't get lonely
wondering where he had gone off to." A disgustingly guilty feeling clung to
Dipper's skin when Stanford had shot him an accusing look filled with anger and
just a bit of pain.
 
And so, Bill had joined their hiking exploration because what else could they
do? Considering Bill was now becoming a suspect they couldn’t let him wander
around in the woods unmonitored. The brilliant idiot hadn't packed anything and
had taken to mooching off of Dipper’s supplies. He had caught Bill at one
point, trying to steal his dinner out of his pack as they walked. Seriously.
Dipper no longer missed him because now he remembered how annoying he could be.
 
Stanford had refused to acknowledge Bill's presence and when he spoke to Dipper
it was overly tactful and held the slightest hint of anger to everything he
said. It was somewhat impressive that his great uncle had managed to make
"careful, the ground's loose here" sound like a threat.
 
"Hey Pinetree, do you like watching old people brood as well? We really are
socompatible!" Dipper glared at Bill's blatant attempt to rail Stanford's
temper before standing, "Bill, we need to talk in private. Right now." His
great uncle's eyes glanced up for a moment from where he was carving a wood
stake and watched warily as the demon followed his grand nephew away from the
campfire.
 
Dipper stopped them when they had put a good distance between the campsite and
themselves. "Why are you really here." "Because I missed your-" "Bill, I've
gotten pretty good at seeing when you're lying." He pointed out, his words not
even trying to disguise the bitterness they held. "Or you've just gotten really
bad at hiding it."
 
Bill's grin brightened and he pressed two fingers to Dipper's neck. "I need
more of your blood." Dipper yanked away from Bill and felt himself growing pale
as if the demon before him had already gone ahead and started to drain him.
"No. No way!" "C'mon! Your pulse picked up when I mentioned it. You feel a rush
at the idea of offering yourself up to me, admit it. I could make it
pleasurable if you want.~"
 
Taking in a deep breath, Dipper spoke with the utmost amount of seriousness,
"You know, the fact that you're here right now and trying to get more blood
from me is making you seem like you're involved in all of this." Bill pressed
him back into a tree gently but didn't try anything. "That's hilarious. You
honestly think I'd be as juvenile as to let a bunch of Xppelib Pzrjyxdp do my
dirty work? They have nothing to do with my plan."
 
"What is your plan? Are you still trying to get me to kill you while you kill
my family and I somehow?" He wanted to know what his demon had been up to
behind his back. Why had he taken the graph? He wanted to know if Bill really
was the problem forming in Gravity Falls. But what if he was? What would Dipper
do then? Bill's hands hooked around the brunette's neck with a lazy smile, as
if this conversation was only mildly amusing. "No, you don't have to worry
about it." Oh how he wanted to believe that.
 
Bill’s lips pressed into his and sparks formed between them as the energy
levels shifted, much like the campfire that now felt a million miles away from
them, but Dipper quickly pulled away before he got swept away. "What about the
Gnomes?"
 
The interruption made Bill tighten his jaw in annoyance and mumble out "What
about them." Dipper reluctantly pushed him away so he could maintain his
thoughts, and to try and read his facial reaction "They were terrified of you."
With a groan of irritation, Bill gave up on trying to seduce Dipper into
shutting the hell up and responded quickly, "I'm kinda famous around here after
Weirdmageddon. Unlike humans, my meat suit doesn't work on them. My only plan
at the moment is to devour you alive. You really should attempt to look less
edible, Pinetree."
 
Lips came back to Dipper's, but again, the shorter pushed him away. “What about
the graph you stole? What about that, Bill?” the light tension clotted
instantaneously and a very dark look gleamed in Bill’s eye. Dipper gulped in a
bit of air and suddenly took notice to the pocket knife in Bill’s gloved hand.
“Ask as many questions as you want to, Pinetree. But don’t ask me that.” Why?
Dipper’s lips drew down, bringing a grin back to Bill’s pale face. “Aw~ don’t
be like that! Curiosity killed the cat. You don’t want to die, do you?” “You
know, the more you talk the more I don’t think It’s such a good idea to give
you anything.”
 
"Ah, but you aren’t a good person so how would you judge what’s right? No one
really is. But unlike everyone else, you actually believe that you are good.
You ignore the fact that you like playing in the dark, like the way it feels
when it overwhelms you, takes you hard. I mean, you fell for me after all and I
practically am darkness itself!” ‘Darkness itself’? Could he be any more full
of it? It was probably bad that Bill’s words were not bothering him(or make him
burst with laughter) - they were actually, kinda hot. Since when was Dipper
into that sort of stuff? Apparently it was a something he had contracted from
the demon- It wasn’t as if Bill was trying to bother him either, he knew
exactly what kind of effect it was having on the slightly shorter. That fucking
bastard was grinning like a loon.
 
When The blond watched the frown slip into hesitation on the face before him,
he added in a light breath “I hadn’t been able to do much of any kind of magic
for sixteen years! So when I was able to use your blood sacrifice to increase
my magic strength but the well ran dry. I used it all up before I even
noticed.” Bill grabbed hold of his own deathly pale cheeks and stretched them
out before letting them slap back in place “Of course now that this body has
tasted my true magic it’s going to slowly rot away around me unless I have my
magic constantly to fuel it. A greedy little multicellular organism, isn’t it?
I much prefer my self sustaining form." Dipper still looked skeptical. Bill had
to lay it on real thick, huh? He reached out the gloved hand that didn’t hold
the knife and held Dipper’s hand. "Hand holding, eh~? Remember? You said you
liked this sort of thing - and see? I’m doing it. C’mon, don’t you trust me?"
Dipper bit his lip anxiously, "No, I really really don’t. But... you can have a
little of my blood- Only enough so that you won't die." Bill grinned and gave
his human a quick kiss on the nose "How thoughtful~!" It had been the hand
holding, hadn’t it? Bill would need to keep it in mind that it was a weakness
of Dipper’s.
 
Without so much as a warning, his shirt was was yanked up and the demon shifted
the pocket knife into Dipper’s hand, who looked ready to question him but Bill
quickly explained “It has to be you or else I’m going to lose an arm or
something, remember?” The gloved hand guided Dipper’s shaking hand to his
chest, who sucked in a breath as the blade sliced across his chest in one swift
movement. It stung like hell but the pain was quickly covered by lips that
sucked desperately at the crimson liquid trailing down quivering flesh. Bill
had dropped down to Dipper’s chest instantly. He was ravenous and wouldn’t let
a single drop hit the ground and be wasted... Dipper hated to admit it, but he
was kinda into this. His gaze moved away from Bill to where he still held the
knife, coated in his own blood. His eyes flickered back to the demon, lapping
at his chest with obscene noises and then back to the knief.
 
Dipper could kill him right now. He had no idea what would happen if he did and
he was curious… He dropped the knife when he realized how insane those thoughts
were. Holy shit. Had he really contemplated that? Maybe Bill had been right;
Dipper wasn’t as good as he thought he was.
 
When the shallow cut began to clot and no blood was given, Bill gave the chest
several kisses and, not passing up the chance, gave each nipple a quick squeeze
between his teeth. A small gasp escaped his lips and Bill was standing straight
again, kissing those lip with the taste of blood overwhelmingly strong between
them. It was becoming a feverish mess. Small noises escaped between their
joined tongues and Bill reached for Dipper’s pants zipper- That was when Dipper
decided that they really ought to be getting back to the campsite. They had
been gone a least six minutes, any longer and he knew Ford would come looking
for them.
 
It was a struggle, but he had managed to make the demon understand the concept
of why it was such a bad idea to mess around in the woods. Dipper hated the
idea of stopping too but he would never say that out loud. It was neither the
time nor the place to be doing that sort of thing.
Stanford was standing, poking at the burning logs with a stick in hopes of
keeping the fire burning longer when they returned. He was still frowning
silently when Dipper announced obviously, "We're back." Could he be anymore
awkward? Shit, what’ve his great uncle knew what they had been doing? No. his
thoughts reminded himself that it was impossible to just know things… but then
he also supposed his lack of eye contact could be telling on it’s own.
 
Bill stepped towards Ford, straightening his bow-tie and clearing his throat
noisily, "Dipper gave me a stern talking to and I realized how rude I've been
to you, Fordzy." The older Pines stared at the devil unyelding, so Bill
continued on, "I guess I'm just jealous of how close you two are and how I
won't ever be able to be as close to him as you are." Dipper was taken back by
the normal, human person that Bill had become on command. His tan face was
wiped clean of the blood that he had just consumed and was looking strangely
innocent. But this did not fool Stanford. He had been deceived by this being
before. He had believed that Bill was his only true friend, and now he was
doing something far worse to Dipper.
 
"You're right. You won't ever be as close to him as me." The scientist
practically spat. The innocent facade fell and decaying patience was revealed
with a hint of murderous intent.
 
"We should really be going to bed." Dipper butted in and Stanford turned away
from the demon. "Right. We have a strenuous hike tomorrow. Best for you to rest
up, Dipper." He unlatched one of his pack's pouches and pulled out a crossbow.
When he looked to Dipper's rightly disturbed face he simply stated, "I will
keep an eye on Bill." the demon crossed his arms and met the older man’s heated
glare with one of his own.
 
This trip was not going to end well.
Chapter End Notes
     There was some really kinky blood shit in this chapter. I had no idea
     that scene was going to get so sexual... Hopefully it was an extra
     side present along with the fact I actually updated (because we all
     know how rare that's been lately)
     Merry Christmas!
***** Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello and Happy New Years (eve) hope you enjoy this chapter as we all
     bring in 2017!!
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"Pinetree."
 
"Hey, I know you can hear me."
 
"Hell-oooo-"
 
"For the love of- Dipper, talk to him!" Ford demanded, scaling the mountain’s
ridged path with puffs of exertion. Normally, something as harmless as a twenty
degree climb would never make his bones lock up as they were on this trip. It
was clearly the exhaustion of staring at the amused demon with a loaded
crossbow all night.
 
He didn't want Bill to have the satisfaction of seeing his body crippled by
sleep deprivation when his enemy seemed all too hyper for having not slept. So
Stanford pressed on, grumpily climbing the rocky path with his extremely
anxious grand nephew in tow. Bill lurked over Dipper's shoulder like a vulture
which stirred nerve-endings to pulsate with anger in Stanford's fingers and
teeth.
 
Dipper was far from an idiot and was well aware of the dark aura his great
uncle was sprouting so he quickly inclined his neck and casted an accusing
glare at the grinning blonde trailing behind him.
 
"What is it now?" One thing he wished for, more than anything at that time, was
a muzzle to block out the useless and mostly hurtful gibber-jabber Bill loved
to say- And a pot of coffee for his pissed off great uncle.
 
"I have a joke!" Oh sure, Dipper was definitely interested in another one of
those. He didn’t wait to get approval from the shorter boy before he began with
a mischievous grin splayed across his face like a dead fish on a bloody
counter, "What do you call a plane being filled with radioactive materials?"
 
"Uh? Um... A bomber?" Dipper attempted lamely. Bill shook his head as the
answer threatened to spill out of his growing grin, "Nope~!" With a long sigh,
Dipper shrugged his backpack higher on his shoulders. "I donno, what?"
 
There was a pause for dramatic effect and then the highly amused response of,
"Terminal cancer!" followed by the shrill laugh of insanity. Well, he sure
seemed to be himself that day. It put Dipper a bit more at ease knowing that
Bill's irritation and stupid anger had mostly stemmed from his almost addictive
crave for blood sacrifices. And not whatever was behind this whole graph
stealing thing was.
 
Despite himself, Dipper smiled. He really ought not to smile at the mention of
terminal cancer, but it was more so the fact that it was the worst joke yet and
it still managed to make Bill laugh.
 
"You really think outside the box." Dipper had attempted sounding sarcastic but
even he could hear the warmth in his words. Ugh. Being in a relationship was
turning him into a bucket of cheese balls. It hadn't even been three months
since they had punched and shanked each other and now he was letting kinky shit
go down in the woods and finding his bad jokes funny. Really a 360 turn, wasn’t
it? "I'm glad you appreciate abstract thought, Pinetree. I'll show you more
later, when we're alone."
 
Stanford came to a stop ahead of them and Dipper took up the spot beside him as
they were met with a crossroads, quite literally. The trails forked on in four
different paths. "Well, what do we do now?" At first, Dipper didn't realize
that his great uncle was asking him, but logic told him that he was certainly
not asking Bill. He stuttered to answer quickly.
 
"Um, well. W-we could always split up? That way we could cover more ground, you
know?" His great uncle nodded slowly, eyes running over the curves of the rocks
ahead with calculative thought. "Taking in account that this is your
investigation, I'll let you make the choices. But let me get the abnormality
scanner out and do a quick sweep of the place."
 
Shit. The only thing that scanner was going to pick up was that Bill had gotten
a hell of a lot stronger. The moment that Ford flipped the switch on the
underside, the scanner had held out a single screeching note so loud that both
Pines covered their ears. Just as Dipper had expected. Ford turned it off and
gritted his teeth as he tried to hold back the anger from his words
ineffectively, "I told you not to give him any more blood! Now, thanks to you,
as long as Bill is within a one hundred mile radius of us the scanner is a
piece of garbage!"
 
Dipper shrunk away from Ford's anger as he shoved the scanner roughly back into
his bag. That done, the scientist took measured, deep breaths. "Great uncle
Ford, I can explain-" "No, no. I don't want to know. It will only make my blood
pressure rise more than it already has."
 
Fixing his glasses to set higher on his nose, he pointed to the path on a
farthest right. "I'll be taking this path, if your path dead ends or you
haven't found something after an hour, come back here." "What if we do find
something?" Bill asked with a raised gloved hand. He didn't answer the demon
and hurried on to the path he had chosen.
 
"If we find something, I’ll call great uncle Ford on our walkie-talkies." One
of the demon’s eyebrow rose in question “We?” Dipper cast a wary glare towards
Bill “Yes ‘we’. I’m not an idiot, Bill, I have two eyes. Deny it all you want,
but there’s just too many signs pointing to you in this investigation.” despite
tightening his muscles in preparation for what he knew was coming, Bill still
managed to make Dipper flinch away when he grabbed his shoulder roughly, that
dark look from the night before forming once more in the single gold eye. "Are
you accusing me of something? Because last time I checked you don’t know shit
about what I’m doing so don’t pretend you do.” “If you would’ve just told me
what you’re up to instead of destroying my stuff and lying to me, maybe I
wouldn’t be accuse you!” He could tell he was getting himself worked up, but
Dipper couldn’t help it. Bill was doing something by those mountains and as
much as he denied connection to the Hog Monsters, there was obvious connections
Dipper was beginning to see that he simply couldn’t ignore.
 
Bill narrowed his eye in anger… no, it was definitely a mixer between
frustration and annoyance. The grip on Dipper’s shoulder was released only to
have his wrist taken up with and equally- if not more so painful treatment.
“Fine! If you want to know so badly, I’ll show you.” he began to tug the brunet
behind him mercilessly, not waiting even a moment for Dipper to correct his
footing to walk in pace with him, resulting in him almost being dragged for the
first twelve or so steps. Bill was silent for what seemed to be a record of
four minutes that day. Dipper would have commented on that fact, but in all
honesty, he was uneasy about silent Bill. The path on the far left had turned
out to be less of a path than a thin strip of dirt that threatened to crumble
and send them down the side of the mountain any second and Dipper found himself
silently pleading that Bill wasn’t being as reckless as he seemed to be with
their lives.
 
Like razors dripping with honey, a toothy grin broke out on the demon’s face
that caused an uncomfortable shiver rush down Dipper’s back. This was scheming,
traitorous, evil Bill. Of course he wasn’t as stupid as to think that this side
of Bill had gone away just because of his humanity. No, humans were still
capable of being monsters. Dipper wished that he would never have to meet this
side of Bill ever again. They came to an abrupt stop, causing Dipper to smack
into the demon’s side as a result of the momentum he had gained while being
tugged along. He jumped back from the demon as if he were at risk for being
attacked if he came too close.
 
“Scared of me now, Pinetree?” Bill snicker in stale amusement that never rose
above his jaw. Dipper ignored the question and looked to the shallow cave they
had stopped in front of sceptical. Nevertheless, he followed the demon in. it
was a small, damp dome of rock. Nothing much, really. The sun muddled in its
shadowy depths but not completely extinguished, allowing Dipper to take notice
to the unsettling scene on the far back wall. Otherworldly symbols chaotically
painted on the wall with what looked to be (and was most likely) scribed in
blood. The whole wall covered in precisely placed characters was disturbing
enough without the ominous blank circular patch in the very center of it all.
 
“What…” Dipper started but has no idea how to continue. What the heck was he
even looking at? It kind of looked like a summoning circle. Where the hell did
Bill get all this blood? He took a step as he tried to calm down his raising
brain and process the situation logically but jumped in surprise when the
walkie-talkie cut in with a startling static screech. “Sorry!” wait. What the
hell was he apologizing for? It’s not like the demon was even responsive. Bill
was too focused on his inept staring at his handiwork laid out before the both
of them on the wall. Dipper reached into his backpack on his back and after
wiggling his hand around and grabbing nothing but his annoyingly paced water
bottle several times in a row he sighed in frustration and yanked the bag of
his back and found the walkie-talkie poking out of the lip. How the hell had he
not felt that? Things were just going shitty today and he had a feeling they
were going to get a lot worse.
 
[“Dipper, do you read me?”]
 
Dipper held down the talk button and was about to answer that yes, he could
hear him just fine, when Bill came up from behind and yanked it from Dipper’s
hand and walked out of the cave. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?” but it
was too late. Bill threw it over the edge of the cliff as he yelled “Go to
hell!” whether he was speaking to the falling device or to Dipper’s great uncle
on the other end Dippr has no idea.
 
“Bill, what the heck is going on!?” his mind instantly yelled at him to shut
before the demon turned on him. He was, after all, acting much like an angry
predator ready to strike and kill anything that presented itself. Thankfully or
not thankfully, Bill didn’t turn to him right away, he stood on the edge for
several long moments before pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Then
and only then did he turn back, adjusting his sweater vest and taking long
steps so as to invade the confused boys personal space as quickly as possible.
Instinctively, Dipper backed up but oh cliche of cliches he found himself
backing into the blood covered wall. The demon grabbed hold of his jaw harshly
and made him stop struggling by pressing his fingers into his jaw painfully
which in turn made a painful looking bruise form on Bill’s cheek, but he
ignored it.
 
“Do You know what this is?” when he didn’t get a response right away, he
continued. His words bitter as some unreadable expression crossed his face
“It’s my ticket out of this illusion. This dimension’s diseases really snuck up
on me. you understand right, Pinetree? A couple hundred years in the void
should fix all that. I weakened the separation between our dimensions by
sacrificing the sacrificed blood you’ve been giving me so I can crawl back to
where I came from. It’s a win win!”
 
That was not a ‘win win’. Maybe for Bill and the world but not for Dipper.
Stanford had warned him about this, hadn’t he? Bill was going to destroy
everything that made him Dipper Pines, who always put everyone before himself,
who helped save the world. Where was that Dipper? Because the one that was
beginning to crying and holding Bill’s forearms tightly in his grip was
definitely not the same. He wanted Bill Cipher to stay no matter how much he
clogged the arteries of this universe with his schemes for a take over, no
matter how many lifeforms or galaxies he had destroyed in the past, no matter
how many ways he found to hurt him. This Dipper was an extreme masochist with
psychotic tendencies.
 
“You asshole! Is that all you ever do? Lie? I mean, seriously? I asked ‘Hey
Bill, do you have anything to do with this case?’ and over and over you said ‘I
donno’ when you could have said what you just said and I would have fixed this!
” Dipper glared and started up his struggling once more. Bill blinked and it
was as if someone had just taken the veil of darkness right out of his eyes,
looking almost surprised before letting his eyelid fall halfway down his sigal
eye in an unimpressed way. “I don’t want you to ‘fix this’ whatever you think
you mean by that. I’m going to go find a new gig somewhere far away from here.”
 
Now Dipper was the one frustrated. “By fix this I mean stop Stanford from
finding out this is your fault and ripping your fucking head off. Oh my god,
he’s probably already on his way here.” He wiped his tears of frustration away
quickly. Bill crouched down and pulled an ice pick out of his boot as if it was
the most natural thing in the world and began to pull his gloves off but his
voice was encroaching upon harsh and cold. “You should stop it already. All
this ‘care’ you're showing… It’s disgusting. Don’t you get it Pinetree? I’m
trying to get away from you.”
 
The words of a counter sneer of how much Dipper hated the cocky ass in front of
him died on his lips when the latter suddenly plunged the sharpened point of
the ice pick through the eye tattoo in the center of his hand. But the horror
show wasn’t over yet, with a groan, Bill pulled in back out only to switch
hands, paying no mind to the shaking of the hand that what seemed to have a
river of blood poured out of and stabbed into the center of the other hand.
Dipper might have screamed, he wasn’t completely sure about that aspect. He
just knows that he had ripped the metal object out of the insane man’s grip
after he had removed it from the bloody palm.
 
“What the fuck!?” he directed at the demon who had then pushed him out of way
to the wall so as to place his hands on the bare area of the wall but the
exclamation was more about the whole situation. The symbols on Bill’s hands and
the symbols scrawled out on the wall in blood began to burn a bright red and a
swirl of a portal formed. Dipper could feel the ground of the cave rumbling
under his feet. Guess it was safe to say the earthquakes were a side effect of
the other dimensional being trying to get in- no. out. Out of this three
dimensional plane of existence. This was happening right now, wasn’t it? Bill
was leaving because he was a stupid idiot who couldn’t deal with the idea of
being settled in a place he hadn’t conquered or enslaved. That is, if he didn’t
die of blood loss first. He should slap Bill. Tell him all the things he’s
literally just thought of but Dipper couldn't get himself to move from where he
stood or say a word. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was that he was over thinking
again and it was fairly simple for him to move he just was thinking over the
process too in depths. Hopefully Dipper will never overthink breathing.
 
And that is when Ford grabbed ahold of Bill and threw him away from the wall as
hard as he could manage. The wall in turn slapped back into itself with an
oddly slick sound for the sound of stone on stone. Bill screamed in anger and
struggled to his feet. Ford stood between the bloody demon and the tear that
was attempting to mend and cover the oddly colored portal. The scientist cast a
quick glance at his nephew and caught the utterly lost and hopeless expression
on his tear stained face. The thing that made him absolutely lose it though,
was the dark bruises forming on the fair skin of Dipper’s jaw. Bill had done
that to him and there was no way Ford was going to hold back now.
 
“That’s it!” He had been playing nice for Dipper’’s sake but this had gone on
long enough. The demon snarled much more like a monster than a man and picked
up the ice pick Dipper had dropped at some point or another and Stanford
responded by rolling his coat sleeves up. Bill swiped at the older man, aiming
for his kidneys but his attacks were not as sharp as they could be and Ford
took advantage of the teen’s disorientation and kneed him in the stomach. A
groan of pain emerged from Bill’s lips before he contorted them weakly into
that sinister grin of his. He didn’t care if it was not a fair fight. Bill had
this coming the moment he decided not to stay dead.
 
It was easy to yank the ice pick from the blood slick hand and he punched Bill
in the face, nearly sending him falling back on his ass but he wasn’t done just
yet. He grabbed ahold of Bills sweater vest and white button down and pulled
him back up to stand, glaring. Stanford was probably enjoying this a little too
much, but he didn’t care. He was about to headbut the nearly unconsious teen
when Dipper suddenly came out of whatever form of a coping mechanism that sort
of lost look he had been sporting not a moment before was and called out
worriedly “Uncle Ford, Stop! Bill’s hurt, he need medical attention!”
 
Why? Why did Dipper still care about such a monster that only thought about
himself. He was beginning to wonder if maybe Dipper should get his mind
examined when Bill punched him square in the nose as hard as he could. A scream
of pain, but not from Ford but from Bill as his right arm broke the instant the
punch had been landed. Dipper covered his mouth. The bone hadn’t breached the
surface but it was bad. Forearms weren’t suppose to be shaped like U’s. Bill
hit the floor hard. Out cold as Ford held his bloody nose with a whence drawn
on his face.
 
Dipper sighed and sat down where he was. He closed his eyes tight and ran his
hands through his banged incessantly. This was fine. All of this was fine.
Dipper would fix this. And he certainly wasn’t going to break down again.
Chapter End Notes
     And to think... you all will have to wait until next year to read the
     nex chapter.
     No, I regret nothing.' is the title of this chapter. I was listening
     to this song while I was writing Ford and Bill's fight scene and the
     lyrics seemed to fit how Bill was telling himself mentally what he
     felt about the whole thing at the time more or less. you should give
     it a listen (and a read if you don't know French)
***** The Interrogation *****
Chapter Notes
     [insert excuse for not updating here] sorry bout the wait! Hope you
     enjoy!... well... maybe enjoy isn't quite the right word for this
     chapter... but I leave it up to you the reader to decide!
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Dark, dim, and dreary. He really wished he hadn't drank before he did this. But
then again, he might have snapped Bill's neck if his anger and hate hadn't been
slightly numbed by the tang of alcohol in his system.
The demon trapped in a human body was silently watching the scientist with a
sober looking contempt etched into his pale, bruised face. Stanford's eyes ran
over the bandaged hands which were held to the wooden chair's arms by multiple
restraints.
An old and forgotten coffee mug was taken up from his desk. This one, in
particular, was Mabel's birthday present to him. It was a hand painted rainbow
mug that exclaimed in rhinestones: 'Science is MAGIC!' He didn't mind the
disgustingly aged coffee- or the glitter that had found it's way from inside
the paint to inside his drink. After everything he had been dealing with, he
would have drank acid rain if the burn could keep him awake and ignore the
incessant throb resonating from the broken cartilage in his nose.
He sat the cup back down and turned in his desk chair to face Bill.
"Times up, Bill. I gave you more than enough time to straighten out your
story." He leaned in threateningly and added in a low tone, "Now tell me your
master plan or I'll resort to medieval tactics to acquire the information."
"Oh wow. 'Can't wait to see whatcha have in store!" The blonde sang
sarcastically. But it lingered on his cracked lips only momentarily before
Stanford smeared it off his face with his knuckles which sliced the sharp
cheekbone underneath.
A curse, followed by a dramatized sigh escaped the custom fitted meat suit and
he looked back up to the stony face of the scientist in disappointment. "You're
gonna have to try harder than that, Sixer!"
There was a burning urge in Ford's chest to just take his ray gun from it's
place, safely tucked in the hem of his pants, and blow the brains out of the
monstrous teen. He caught himself quickly by means of another generous slurp of
week(s) old coffee and resumed his composure. He had let things get just a tiny
bit out of hand up in the mountains and Dipper hadn’t looked him in the eye
since.
"You haven't even asked about him." Stanford started again but this time
concentrating solely on judging Bill's true reaction as he became hard and cold
like a brick wall. Stanford had found a gap and he planned to strike with
validity
"Here's my theory- and correct me if I'm wrong- but you planned to open another
rift, am I right? Invite all your friends over... But you didn't count on human
emotion affecting your judgment. So you grew complacent, you forgot what you
were suppose to be doing, and your plan fell apart because you let him find
out."
Bill shrugged as much as his restraints would allow him. Tension bit at the
air, so many things screamed in uncontrollable anger between them. With a board
sigh, the demon said flatly, "Face it, Sixer. I'd rather burn in a ditch with
my guts in a pile beside my head than talk to you. Get me Mason."
The moment the heated words spilled from the downward facing crescent of Bill's
lips, Stanford's eyebrows drew up, adding two more bowing wrinkles to his
square forehead. He hadn't expected... Well, for Bill to retain sentiment for
the one he had screamed he hated on the way back from their trip until his
voice grew hoarse.
He stood and left the stone faced demon alone without another word. They both
needed time to cool down and recollect their thoughts.
Dipper took a deep breath, the elevator rattling around him only seemed to
unnerve his frazzled self-security more than the daunting task his great uncle
asked him to accomplish. Well, indirectly asked him. A strained air had formed
between them as their views on the investigation clashed like night and day so
he had asked Soos to ask him,who was a little confused about what Stanford
meant by “Not being able to crack him even after offering him a blood bag.” but
he assumed that it was a Vampire in like, the Vampire Mob that had some
information the Pines needed.
The trip back from the mountain, dragging Bill by chains, had given him time to
reflect on what had happened. He realized that no matter what Bill felt for
him- because he was sure that at least some of the 'feelings' the demon had for
him were real- his desire, his craving was to have his old life of destruction
and chaos back. And he wouldn't let anything get in the way of that, not even
himself.
So, Dipper had picked up his shredded remains and carried on with looming
thunder clouds overhead.
The elevator came to a stop at the lowest level and the laboratory/ living pace
revealed itself. How depressing, to see Bill's bruised and bloodied face placid
and void, or the restraints digging into his bloody, bandaged hands.
A single, humorless puff of a laugh fell from Bill's lips as his gold eye
lazily roamed over Dipper before turning away with his nose up in disgust.
"What's with that look, huh? Finally starting to see my true form again?"
He did not say anything to Bill. Taking up Ford's computer chair he simply
sighed tiredly and watched the demon apathetically. In all honesty, Dipper was
just tired; tired of Bill, tired of Stanford, tired of everything. But his mind
had a way of using energy he didn't even have to keep him moving, to keep him
dealing with all of this absolute shit. He had to fix this somehow, but he
wasn’t sure how to at this point.
"I'm a demon, kid. You had to have expected this to happen. Unless you really
are as brainless as you look right now."
Dipper looked down at his hands and felt his heart fall into the soles of his
feet. He did not say anything in response and a moment of silence elapsed
before Bill filled it with an irritated growl, "Look, I'm gonna hand it to you
straight because I have things to do and this is getting really fucking
annoying. I was the one behind the rip as you saw, I let the fat asses in
unintentionally but counted it as a bonus as I tried to wiggle my way back into
the void I came from. Tada! Happy? Really? Okay, it's good."
When silence fell again, Bill felt compelled to fill it even sooner, as if the
quietness was driving him mad. "C'mon, say something!"
Dipper lifted his gaze to the irritated gold eye and the demon seemed to coil
into himself like a cobra about to strike. And when he did, it was soaked with
venom. "I never loved you! It was joke. Can't you get that through your
minuscule morsel of a brain?"
"I don't get you." Dipper finally started, his eyes narrowing on the heated
anger that seared in the gold glare directed back at him. "Why are you trying
to get me say I hate you back? Would hearing me say it out loud make it easier
to hate me or something?"
"I don't feel anything for you! And, as much as you don't want to admit it,
Pinetree, if I wasn't in this disgustingly soft meat suit you wouldn't be so
keen to throw yourself at me!" his cold response ended in an almost growl of
anger. Dipper switched to a different, less painful tactic.
He brought the swivel chair closer to Bill and gently touched one of the
bandaged hands. the demon tried to jerk away but the restraints kept him in
place. Dipper bit his lip, not in fear of what Bill might do, it of what Bill
might not do that scared him. It came without a doubt that things could never
be the same... he had used Dipper, hurt him physically and mentally... and yet-
and yet-!
He liked playing in the dark.
"Bill..." his hand reached over to the chest, expensive button down and silky
black bow tie shredded and dirty but he wasn’t interested in that. Bill's heart
was racing under his hand.
Suddenly, he jerked aggressively, struggling with howls and screams no true
human could emit and Dipper stood from his chair in order to try and keep the
blonde from hurting himself more than he already had. Bill hissed angrily,
"Don't touch me!"
Dipper ignored the demand and continued to try and hold his back against the
wooden chair. "Why are you so fucking selfish!? I thought we both liked how
things were going. Why, why did you have to go and do this!"
An insane laugh spilled from the other's mouth and they both stopped struggling
for control. Dipper stood over the restrained teen holding both his shoulders
against the back of the chair and panting from the effort. He couldn't see
Bill's downcast face but he felt the rattling of his bones as something deep
inside him threatened to break out.
And finally, it did.
"Pain is suppose to be hilarious! But you know what? This pain I feel because
of your existence is not the enjoyable kind. If I'm with you, it hurts, if I'm
away from you it hurts even more! What in XOLOTL's name did you humans think
you were doing when you decided to feel this way? To chain yourself to each
other!? Make yourselves so weak for another?!- Urg! What the fuck is this
now!?"
Bill looked up with true mortification on his face as tears rolled down his
pale cheek before he laughed brokenly, "I hate this meat suit so much! I hate
human emotions, human desires- I just want to end this torture! Please, if you
love me or ever loved me, kill me now."
Dipper stared down at him, fear and pain trailing down his features in messy
globs. So this was the problem... The reason he wanted to make Dipper hate him.
The disease that he had spoken of in the cave. Not physical pain, but something
most humans don't ever understand. That uncontrollably aching pain of love.
"What will happen to you if you..." It came out as nothing above a dry whisper
and Dipper quickly cleared his throat before trying to bring the conversation
back to what they were suppose to be talking about. He wouldn’t give into his
morbid curiosity "What about the Hog Monsters, what do they have to do with
your plan of becoming an unfeeling spirit again?"
This seemed to enrage Bill, "They're just maggots that crawled through the tear
I was trying to climb out of! Stop being a bitch and listen to me!" "I'm not
going to kill you! No matter what you say! So just give it up!" Dipper spat
back. Then, taking in deep breaths to calm his human emotion, Bill met Dipper's
eyes with a sharp and grimly serious look.
"How about we make a deal?"
Chapter End Notes
     Please feel free to rant your feelings in a comment below if that's
     what you're into or just leave your thoughts on the story thus far,
     I'd love to hear your thoughts (but not in a telepathic sort of way,
     I'd like not to violate the sanctuary of your chrome-dome.) I hope
     you come again when I post 43~! Hopefully sooner than this time
     around.
***** Eating Out *****
Chapter Notes
     Really late at night and my brain cannot make up stuff to talk
     about.. enjoy!
Mabel stared out the diner window, disappointedly observing the harsh rain
outside. Her face laid pouting on the wood table surface like a puppy longing
for it's owner to return home. She was waiting for the sun, but Dipper doubted
it would rear it's fickle little head at all that day.
"Dude, are you two okay? Mabel, that's the seventh time you've sighed and
Dipper, you've been poking at your burger since you got it. What gives?" Wendy
asked from the other side of the booth. Dipper looked up for a moment before
looking back down and poking at the burger again, "The rain is just kind of a
mood killer, you know?"
"And I'm worried about our party! It's in eight days! What kinda sweet-sixteen
party will it be if we have to use life preservers as party favors?" The twins
sighed at the same time and the lumberjack leaned over the table with a hopeful
smile, "C'mon, guys, your birthday is going to be awesome, no matter what,
because you'll be sixteen! Awe man, that was my best year; I got a car, started
traveling with my dad's lumber business... Other fun stuff- You'll love it,
seriously."
Mabel seemed to brighten as she raised her head from the sticky table with a
smile. "You're right, Wendy! I shouldn't stress myself out. I'm sure that if I
let it all handle itself everything will be fine." "That's not exactly what I
said-" Dipper shook his head at Wendy and whispered loudly, "Let her have
this."
Switching gears, Wendy asked through a mouthful of fries, "I've been meaning to
ask, what’s the story behind those bruises on your face, Dipper?" He reached up
and touched the bruising and slightly swollen flesh across his jaw but he
yanked his hand back when his gentle touch stung. "I fell down a hill." he said
blandly and with a forced smile. Mabel stopped in the middle of constructing a
waffle house with her food and looked his face over with relief, "Thank
goodness! I thought it was James. I was going to tear his other eye out of his
head- Now that I'm thinking about it, didn't he have two eyes at the beginning
of the summer?"
"Is James blonde and really thin? With an eyepatch?" "That's him~!" "He keeps
glaring at me whenever I see him around town. What's his deal?" "He can be a
bit of jerk some of the time- Well, most of the time- But! He's going out with
Dipper so he can't be too insane or murderous."
Dipper suddenly didn't feel like eating the meat slab of a burger he had
ordered and pushed it toward Mabel who would no doubt eat it for him. "Mabel!
Why do you keep telling everyone?" He didn't want to look at Wendy's face. It
was awkward! He'd bet if he had started dating a girl it wouldn't have been as
awkward as it was because, gosh dang it! He was still unsure of his sexuality.
He supposed it had everything and nothing to do with Bill Cipher.
Wendy's phone started buzzing and she turned it off as she stood. "Well, I'm
glad you found someone, Dipper. Even if he's insane or... Murderous?" Mabel
nodded at her questioning look and, with a shrug, Wendy picked up her discarded
ax from the booth seat and slapped some money down on the table. "Sorry I've
got to ditch you two like this, but my break's over soon and I got to get back
before my dad throws a temper tantrum. Peace out." Mabel waved over the back of
the booth as Wendy walked away. Unfortunately, Dipper got whacked over the head
with one of her spastic waves. "Ow! Mabel, what the heck?" She stopped waving
and looked back at her brother, "Sorry, bro bro!"
He sighed, resting his forehead in his palm, "It's fine, just- Stop telling
everyone about Bill and I, okay?" His sister slid back down into a normal
sitting position with the leather mimicking the sounds of Stan after dinner.
She paused briefly before sliding even more until she disappeared under the
table. Reappearing several seconds later on the side of the booth Wendy had
been sitting at. Her face was drawn down into concern which he promptly avoided
looking at.
"You didn't sleep last night, did you?" Dipper's bags must've given him away.
He had been hoping that they would be mistaken for bruising. But then there was
Mabel's oddly in tune 'brother in distressed' meter that could've alerted her.
He really wished he knew how to block it out at times like these.
"I've just got a lot on my mind." That was certainly no lie. Bill's proposed
deal was unfair in Dipper's opinion. He hated it but at the same time knew that
horrible things would happen if he didn't make it. Bill was back at the Mystery
Shack, deep underground, waiting for Dipper to make up his mind. Every fiber of
Dipper's being clenched in fear of the uncertain aftermath.
"So it wasn't a nightmare?" Mabel asked quietly and Dipper shook his head,
taking up staring out at the brutal rain instead of his twin. "Dipper, ever
since you started dating Bill you've become so secretive. Don't you trust me?"
He trusted her. He trusted her more than anyone and Dipper cared about Mabel
more than anyone else.
And that's why he had to lie to her.
"Look, Bill and I got into a little fight," A major understatement.
"So I'm taking a break from him."
A lie.
"That fight has nothing to do with my face or Stanford’s face being jacked up
or anything."
A bad lie.
Wow, he hadn't noticed up until that point that hanging out with Bill had made
him such a liar. Even with his advancing skills, Mabel narrowed her eyes on
him. Dipper couldn't help but flinch under her stare but he forced himself to
hold eye contact. Finally, Mabel broke into a smile, and stole his untouched
burger. "Was that so hard?"
She had no idea.
"No, I guess not." Dipper mumbled, watching in slight disgust as his sister
talked with her mouth full, "And don't you feel a million times lighter now
that you've talked about it?"
Not at all.
"Yeah." She shoved the last of the sandwich into her mouth. Chewing for a long
moment before swallowing hard. "Good! Because there's no frowning Marty when
you're planning a party~!"
"Who's Marty?" "Shush! It rhymes, okay?" Mabel stood from the booth, a grin
growing on her face as she gathered up her backpack and slipped on her hot pink
raincoat. Realization dawned on Dipper and his eyebrows drew together, "Wait,
you want to go get all the stuff for our party now? While it's pouring down
rain."
"I'm not going to let the weather best me! Plus, the money dad gave me for
decorations has been burning a hole in my wallet all summer. If we don't spend
it today, I'll probably cave and buy fifteen pounds of Smile Dip from a black
market website."
The fidgeting of Mabel's hands and the twitching of her left eyelid showed
Dipper the severity of the situation and he quickly slipped his hoodie on and
looped his book bag over his neck. He imagined that any minute now he would see
her start to foam at the mouth like she often pretended to do when she was
brushing her teeth.
And so, the twins hurried out into the rainy day in search of what they would
need for their approaching sweet sixteen party.
***** A Night Visitor *****
Chapter Notes
     This story (and myself by extension) are not dead... just... life is
     life is life, I guess.
     More story!! Enjoy~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The sun didn't show itself the rest of the day and the rain continued to pelt
Gravity Falls throughout the night. Party supplies were piled high in the attic
closet.
Long after the lights in the Mystery Shack had been switched out, eyes were
open forcefully with intentions of remaining conscious for one reason or
another.
There was nothing he hadn't seen from the attic bedroom window so stunning-
glimmering in the moisture of the night air outside that would present itself
as eye catching enough to neglect his return to bed. No, staring out at the
stormy night on the other side of the window panes was simply an activity to
numb his brain from thoughts in hopes that sleep would sneak up on him.
A nightmare had started the beginning of his trance-like state. There was no
real Bill to flick it away and save him from his subconscious. Dipper had
watched hands rip his sister apart savagely while a mockup version of Bill's
demon form had tore his fingernails off before plunging his open wounds into
boiling water. No one had saved him from his disturbingly morbid nightmare and
he had wanted to throw up so badly when he came out of it.
For the first time since he had sat up in bed, panting harshly with fear,
Dipper looked away from the late night globs of rain trickling down the window
seal to the dark side of the room. He took a long inhale and choked on the too-
quick release of the air. There was flem in his throat, jostling around
uncomfortably whenever he breathed. Maybe spending the day getting party
supplies while soaked with rain wasn't such a good idea. The best thing to hope
for was that it didn't turn into a full blown cold.
Dipper stood up groggily and made his way to the bedroom door. The floor boards
seemed to conspire against him, screaming their hearts out as his sock covered
feet shuffled over them. Well shit. He glanced over at Mabel's bed and a groan
escaped her accompanied by the lump in her unicorn blankets rolling over. His
heart thudded against his ribs with an almost bruising quality while he waited,
frozen in his mid step by the door. After a minute he presumed she wasn't going
to be waking up and asking him what he was doing up at four in the morning so
he finished his trek to the door a quietly snuck out of the room.
Downstairs was inky black. No amount of adjusting his eyes would allow him to
see. Lucky for him, he had walked this path so many times that his mind had
made up some kind of inner GPS to follow. It wasn't without it's flaws,
however. There had been no warning signs given that Soos had left his twister
board on the floor in the living room. Dipper hissed and yanked his foot away,
the plastic arrow was a lot sharper than it looked (earlier in the night when
he could see it, that is) and a hole was made in the bottom of his sock, dull
pain similar to a needle puncture bothering his sole but unless the board game
piece had been laced with poison, Dipper would survive.
Beeping filled the silent gift shop louder than anything he had ever heard
making him wonder what he was even doing there. Ford had told him to stay away
from Bill since the interrogation. It had been blatantly obvious when he had
met Ford right where he stood now with his head lowered to cover his tear
stained face that he hadn't gotten anything helpful from the demon. Stanford
had grabbed hold of his shaking shoulders and told him all that stupid shit
adults say when they see a kid upset.
'It’s okay, you did what you could.'
'You won't have to do that again, okay?'
'Now let me see a smile, huh?'
Dipper hadn't given him a smile.
The vending machine door popped opened with the quiet hiss of compressed air
escaping. For a long moment he could only stare at the light atop the hidden
staircase as it came in and out of a blurry haze.
What was he doing here?
Ford has told him to stay away.
"Well fuck him." Dipper mumbled under his breath and descended the stairs at an
agonizingly slow pace. He couldn't help it. Was it from lake of sleep on the
onset of a fever? Whatever it was Dipper was feeling cripplingly weak in the
arm and legs.
Bill wasn't sleeping. When the elevator opened up to his great uncle's study -
having been moved there. Stanford not wanting Bill down on the bottom floor
with Stanley and himself and all- Bill stared at him blankly for a long time
before looking away irritably.
"Go back to bed, Pinetree. You look hideous when you deprive your flesh of what
it wants." He had never felt so relieved to hear someone call him hideous. It
let his muscles release from their constricted state. Bill was fine- well,
obviously not sleeping enough but at least it seemed Stanford hadn't taken more
of his rage out on Bill's face.
Dipper steps forward sluggishly, switching on the desk lamp. The beams shine
right in Bill's eye and he cringes, yanking his head away angrily "Fuck! Turn
it off!" Dipper quickly turned it back off. The new darkness was hard to adjust
to and for a long moment, they stayed quiet.
"Sorry." He mumbled after a while but the sound the darkness responded with was
a growl. Evidence to the monster hiding within it. "I don't want your 'sorry's.
I want an answer, Pinetree." A long pause, and then a sigh "You aren't going to
give me an answer because you're a selfish little boy that thinks that as long
as I'm tied up I can't hurt you. But that's another thing, isn't it? You're
very sensitive to words. Wanna see how fast I can make you start sucking your
thumb and rock back and forth in the corner without touching you?"
"How's your arm?" Dipper whispered without much thought. It wasn't as if
Stanford would be able to hear him down below, there was no need to whisper,
and yet... His voice gave out on him. His eyes had adjusted to the soft red
lights that activated automatically when the studies lights went out, and found
that Bill was grinning at his oddly angled arm.
"Stanford says that if I don't tell him all my secrets he's going to let it
heal like this and I probably won't be able to feel my fingers but it's a small
price to pay. What is a being equal to a god in this plane of existence if he
doesn't have secrets? A loser, I'll tell you that." He shrugged and added "It's
not like I'm staying in this body long, isn't that right, Pinetree?"
"I haven't made up my-" "Then go away! What're you doing here if you don't have
any answer?!" Bill cut him off icily, grinding his bloody fingers agitatedly at
his chairs arm which previous scratching indicated the demon having assumed it
as a pastime of his imprisonment.
He grabbed up the not broken but bloody hand to stop the blonde from hurting
himself and spoke up clearly, "I wanted to make sure you were okay." "Do I look
okay?" Bill's voice sounded a bit softer causing Dipper's heart to practically
drop out of his chest with the weight of pain.
In the barely existent red light -the only light that proved the both of them
existed in the same place at the same time- they looked at each other openly
and the conversation continuing without words. Dipper hadn't even notice how
much he was leaning in until he pulled away and shielded his mouth into his
inner elbow as a coughing fit wracked his body.
"Sounds like some human disease you got there." Was that a hint of amusement he
heard? The first of its kind in ages it seemed. Dipper cleared his throat with
some trouble "No, it's just a cold I think. I'll be fine." Sure he would, right
after he had another fit of his body wanting to hack up his spleen.
"Go to bed, that is an order. I don't want to be infected with your 'cold'." He
didn't seem to really care about that, though. Dipper had a feeling the only
thing his presence was doing was hurting the demon further. The ache of want
but forced retraction from one another was crippling both of them.
Reluctantly, Dipper nodded and started for the elevator door.
He didn't say anything and dared not to look back but his visibly convulsed
with fear and uncertainty when Bill called out to him "It's either deal or no
deal, kid... You can't have both."
He returned to the attic bedroom and climbed under the sheets. His head gone to
some distant corner of itself that no one would find him, not even if they
looked.
The rain continued to fall outside
Chapter End Notes
     It was short... but I promise I'm not stalling. I have the rest of
     the story planned out from here on out. It's just the whole sitting
     down and writing it out is the part that's getting stuck.
     I shall post again... eventually. That is all I can guarantee for
     now.
***** Sweet Sixteen *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Dipper learns that dreams can come true with the power of
     friendship.
     Jk I just wanted to try writing a chapter summary without spoilers.
Chapter Notes
     Hey hey! This chapters pretty long so I hope that makes up for the
     long breaks I've been taking lately~ anyway, hope you enjoy~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Oh. My. Gosh. Can you believe this, Dipper!? We’re sixteen now!” Mabel
screamed around Dinosaur shaped pancakes Soos had made them for their birthday
breakfast and Dipper couldn't hold back his own giddiness at the prospect of
finally reaching sixteen. He wasn't exactly sure why it was such a big deal or
what extra benefits that age gave you the right to but he was excited
nonetheless.
“You two better pile that food in faster if you expect to set up that party of
yours before people start showing up looking for free pizza.” Stan grumbled as
he wandered into the kitchen to the fridge where he dug around a bit before
pulling a can of pit soda from the back and cracked it open. How Stan could
drink soda from dawn til dusk Dipper wasn't sure. Soos handed Stan a plate with
dinosaur shaped pancakes and strips of bacon that may have been a little too
cooked and received a grunt in thanks that instantly turned to growl when his
twin hurried into the kitchen and stole a piece of bacon from Stan’s plate.
“Happy birthday Mabel and Dipper-have either of you seen seen my bolt cutters
anywhere around here?” Dipper’s eyes shifted to meet his great uncle but
quickly thought better of it and jerked his gaze back down to the plate before
him. “Nope. um- I haven't seen them.” He managed to mumble out, trying to seem
too engrossed with his pancakes to really care what Ford was asking. Mabel
shook her head, causing a long sigh to escape the scientist’s lips in
exasperation.
“It doesn't really matter right now but if you happen to see them around tell
me.” Stanford swiped the last strip of bacon from Stan’s plate, who swatted his
hand at him on retaliation but finding it too late that Ford had already shoved
the whole thing in his mouth Stan settled on facing his body away from his
thieving twin.
Mabel piled the last of her breakfast into her mouth and poured syrup in on top
before getting up from her chair and giving Dipper two thumbs up. He sighed and
shook his head. Dipper followed after his overly excitable twin towards the
back of the Shack where they would be throwing their party later that day,
thanking Soos for the breakfast on their way out.
Ford took up one of the kitchen chairs his nephew and niece had abandoned. His
eyes following them down the hall as far as he could then turned to his plate
deep in in thought. “They are definitely up to something…” Stan looked over to
his brother from where he stood against the counter and greeted Melody as she
walked past him still half asleep.
“Who? Mabel and Dipper? Of course they're up to something, I would disown them
if they weren't-” “Not Mabel and Dipper. Bill and Dipper.” Soos looked up from
the stove he was cooking at, concern and confusion on his face but he didn't
ask what the dimensional traveler meant.
Ford took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Listen. Whatever
happens, We all need to keep a close eye on Dipper today.”
Mabel threw another roll of streamers onto the Mystery Shack's roof like she
was teepeeing the building and less like actually decorating it. Dipper sat in
the itchy and dew wet grass blowing up balloons. He had little more than a
dozen tied off and he was sure his lungs were going to give out on if he didn't
pass out first. He took a short break to catch his breath and looked up to
cloudy but brightly shining blue of the sky.
Without him even really noticing, his eyes slipped shut and Dipper found
himself actually enjoying the cold breeze that drifted by ever so often. He
really wished Bill wasn't such a complete and utter ass because he actually
wouldn't mind listening to one of his stupid one sided conversations right
about then.
“Hey, Dipper! Mrs.Waters is here to see you!” Dipper’s eyes didn't just open,
they bulged out of his head. He had completely forgotten about the woman who
had suffered through living with Bill Cipher for sixteen years and still seemed
(for the most part) sane.
Quickly, almost falling over himself, Dipper stood and jogged over to where
Mrs.Waters stood beside Mabel. Oh no, he could see just by looking at her fair
skin turned dark around her red, puffy eyes that she was not doing well.
Her smile was weak but she forced its presence as she spoke, “I’m really sorry
to interrupt you two when you're getting ready for your party, but I came to
tell you that James won't be coming to your birthday party.” It struck Dipper
as a little odd, he didn't remember ever inviting Bill or sending an invitation
to his house.
Dipper turned to his sister with narrowed eyes and she shrugged. “You were too
embarrassed, so I sent one for you.” “Gee, thanks.” He rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, Mrs.Waters’s hand grabbed hold of his forearm maybe too roughly,
causing Dipper to flinch a bit.
Desperation shown clearly in her weepy eyes and he found himself not entirely
sure what he was suppose to do.
“Please, Dipper. You were his only friend. You must know what happened to him!
He disappeared over a week ago! The police are looking for him but there's
nothing to help them find him.” She let out a puff of a laugh that actually
hurt Dipper’s chest to watch how broken this woman had become after losing her
monstrous son. “It’s as if… he vanished into thin air.”
There was no possible way of telling her ‘Oh, I know where he is! My great
uncle has him tied to a chair in his secret lab behind the vending machine so
he can torture the secrets of the universe out of him.’ That was out of the
question, but he felt so bad lying to her. Biting at the corner of his lip he
started very slowly and mindful of what he was saying.
“B- eh, James, was uh, -because you were working late, I guess, sometime the
week before last and he invited me to spend the night. W-when I left the next
morning is the last time I saw him.”
Mrs.Waters finally released her death grip on his arm and dabbed at her eyes
with a handkerchief. “I'm sorry.” Dipper felt compelled to tell her and she
smiled at him fondly with just the tiniest wrinkle of suspicion in her eyes “No
need to apologize. Please, take this and give me a call or stop by the house if
you think of something else.”
She handed them a missing persons flyer and Dipper felt his heart sag painfully
low. The picture was of Bill in his hunter Halloween costume before he lost one
of his eyes and he looked royally pissed at the fact that his picture was being
taken when he was obviously trying to walk out the front door.
Dipper nodded to Bill’s false mother resolutely and watched silently as she
waved and disappeared around the edge of the Shack.
“Where did Bill go, Dipper?” Mabel asked worriedly, grabbing a hold of Dipper’s
shoulder in what he assumed was support. “I don't know-” “Don't give me that
stupid lie, again.”
“Ford.” He finally said grimly and walked past her. Nothing more really needed
to be said on the matter.
The sun was about to set and it seemed as though Mabel had invited the whole
town again this year. There was karaoke as there always was, lots and lots of
dancing and maybe not enough snacks to go around. The best present had been
Pacifica paying for more pizza when they ran out in which she received a bone
crushing Mabel hug for well over two minutes.
Wendy, and Soos were doing the robot and Melody talking to some of her friends
at a nearby table animatedly. Stanley and Stanford stood stiffly as Candy and
Grinda attempted to pull them onto the dance floor with Mabel, ignoring their
refusals.
Dipper… well, he was hiding.
Sitting at the farthest, secluded table fiddling with the same full cup of soda
he had harbored since the start of the party.
It was time. He knew it was, but he still sat there, staring down into the
carbonated bubbles as if they would tell him whether or not he was making the
right choice.
Okay, now he was just annoyed. He didn't even want to sit with himself anymore.
Discreetly, he looked around him and found that no one was watching him and
stood.
It would be too obvious if he went inside the back door. The most predominant
problem posing itself being Stanford’s close proximity to the porch as he
danced stiffly. Stanley was laughing at his twin’s stuffy dance only proving to
embarrass the usually confident other worldly traveler.
“Where are you going, birthday boy?”
Shit.
Dipper turned around stiffly with a smile way too wide a toothy to one of his.
“Wendy. Hi.” He cleared his throat and loosen up his lips when he realized the
single red eyebrow shooting up in speculation. “How are you, um, enjoying the
party?”
She shrugged, “it’s pretty good. I just wish you weren't avoiding me like the
Black Plague or something. What's up with you?” “N-no it's not you-” “I’m just
messing with you, man. I can understand that expression. Looks like you got a
lot on your mind right now.”
A real smile grew on his face in appreciation for not having to explain
himself. “Thanks, Wendy. Can you make sure Ford doesn't notice I'm gone?” She
gave him a thumbs up “Just make sure you're back for cake.”
After circling around to the front of the Mystery Shack Dipper made his way
quickly up the stairs to his and Mabel’s shared room and dove for under his bed
where Stanford’s bolt cutters were wrapped in his beach towel. He would have to
be quick about this. Even with Wendy’s help Ford had been keeping a watchful
eye on him all day. He must have known something was about to happen and no
doubt he would notice his absence from the party.
He made his way downstairs and back through the living room to the gift shop
and typed the password into the vending machine.
It didn't open the passage. He tried again but nothing happened. “Ford changed
the password.” He mumbled to himself angrily and looked around for something to
pry it open with before looking down to the bolt cutters in his hand. It would
have to do.
Somewhere outside he could hear McGucket hootin’ n hollerin’ about something
but he didn't have time to care about that. He edged the tool between the wall
and the vending machine and pushed with all of his bodyweight and the doorway
popped open with a hiss.
There had never been a time in his life he had himself running down a set of
stair at such a dangerously fast pace.
The music was thumping loudly and Stan had to switch his hearing aid off
because of the loud screeching the music was sending through it. He looked over
to his brother and he took notice to his searching eyes.
“Where did that boy go?” He heard him grumbled and Stan cast his own glance
around the yard and shrugged when he couldn't find Dipper “What a little punk,
this is his party and he ditched it! He must be at that age when he doesn't
appreciate the beauty in a birthday party.” Ford rolled his eyes “by ‘beauty’
you mean the presents.” Stan shrugged and took a few gulps of his can “Hey, if
people you barely know are going to buy you stuff which you can then exchange
for money why wouldn't you take advantage of that?”
Ford turned his head to face Stan and was about to say something in response
when he heard McGucket’s voice ring out like a violin bow against sandpaper, “A
earthquake’s a comin’!”
The vault door was thrown open and Dipper look to where Bill sat erect and a
pleased grin splayed out on his lips.
“Finally made up your mind, Pinetree?”
Dipper nodded and went to work cutting the chains off of his demon that was
looking worse for wares. Bill involuntarily moaned in pain when his broken arm
was freed. He tried in vain to stretch it out and when he wiggled his fingers
they reacted limitedly and delayed.
He frowned at the arm but instantly his attention was brought around to the
other’s forced emotionless words,
“I accept your deal.”
“Good! I would say to shake on it but my deal-making hand is incapacitated at
the moment.”
Dipper looked away from his eyes and found the floor to be extremely
interesting as Bill stood from the chair and stretched his stiff joints.
“We could always shake on it with your left hand instead.”
The demon scuffed dramatically “It would pay for you to be a little more
imaginative, Pinetree.” When no response was forthcoming, Bill sighed and
grabbed up Dipper’s left hand in a firm handshake. A weak blue flame sputtered
to life where their hands were joined.
“First order of business, before anything else I’m gonna need a lot of blood if
you expect me to-”
Bill was cut off as a loud crash sounded from the other side of the room. They
looked and to their dismay, found the small mirror on the wall smashed to bits.
But that had only been the beginning. The ceramic coffee cup Ford had left on
his desk exploded and then the tremors started. Books fell from the bookshelves
as the floor shook beneath them violently.
“Is it safe to use the elevator?” Dipper shouted over the whine of the metal
room shifting around them and Bill shrugged with a mischievous grin as he
shoved the young Pines towards the questionable escape route “Let’s find out~!”
“Bill, no! There’s gotta be an escape hatch or something!” But it was too late.
Bill shoved him inside the rattling death machine and kept him against the back
of the elevator a he punched in the F1 button.
It shook violently like a car over road markers and Dipper latched his claws
onto the not broken arm of the demon who laughed at him manically. This was how
Dipper Pines died. Not really but by the way his heart was pounding at his
chest he was pretty sure he had almost had a heart-attack.
It seemed that they were going up forever and it wasn't until the elevator
opened that Dipper stopped crouching behind the demon. He didn't care how it
looked, he dove out of that thing.
“It was safe after all. Lucky us, huh~?” Dipper glared at Bill “If you ever do
that to me again, Bill, I swear…” as they climbed the stair to the vending
machine screams could be heard and Dipper looked to the uncaring demon in worry
before speeding up.
Everything had been destroyed.
Well, maybe that was a bit dramatic.
The gift shop had become an obstacle course of broken glass and knocked over
shelves and racks-everything had bite marks. Dipper had to helped his injured
companion over some things and Bill reluctantly accepted the help.
Outside was so much worse. The backyard that had not long before held at least
forty partying people having nothing but fun, now only held scraps of table
cloths and crumbs of the snacks they had had. Was that a puddle of blood next
to where the gift table had once been or the spilled remains of the punch bowl?
He yanked at his hair in exasperation and panic when it all started to sink in
for him. The hog monsters had taken them (hopefully) alive.
“Shit.” Dipper mumbled angrily and looked to the only living, sentient being he
could find anywhere in sight for help on understanding what to do next. A broad
smile stretched across the demon’s pale face.
“The invasion started already, huh? Guess that means it’s up to me to uphold
our deal~”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Another Sacrifice *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey hey~ new chapter! I had some major writers block but I managed to
     power through it to give you this! Hope you enjoy.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dipper’s feet were blistered from walking so long. His blisters had blisters.
He was tired and hungry but they only were able to bring a few bags of chips
before they headed out into the woods. He wanted to stop for the night but
slapped himself mentally at the thought of wasting precious time on something
as frivolous as sleep seemed. Everyone he cared dearly about was either dead or
alive and the implications of that scared him with worry.
This was Bill’s half of the deal; patch up the tear he had made and get rid of
any creatures it had brought in. It would be hard and in Bill’s injured state
he would need assistance even if he hadn't yet asked for it. They would have to
travel back to the mountain- the source of the tear- and then Bill said he
would be able to close it, even if he didn't like the sound of it at all.
Traveling in the now inky, moonless night was much slower paced and quite a bit
more dangerous. If Dipper could recall correctly, Ford had mentioned that the
Hog Monsters had terrible vision during the day but at night…
No no, he wouldn't think about it. This trip was already plagued with the worry
of Goblins catching their scent it was not a good idea to add the creatures who
apparently ate everything they could get their black talons on.
The wind whistled by them and Dipper shivered involuntarily. Bill stopped
abruptly, almost causing Dipper to crash into Bill but he caught himself just
in time and looked to the blonde in slight annoyance. His eye was scanning the
forest around them scrutinizingly before abruptly turning to face his human.
“Welp! Walking is getting boring and you are completely unresponsive. We need
to get up into the trees.” Dipper frowned deeply “Why are we going to climb
trees?” That made Bill wag his index finger in correction as he assessed a
large oak near to where they stood. “Wrong question. How would be the correct
one.”
Dipper watched as Bill attempted to climb the tree with one arm and heard the
demon growl low in his throats when he struggled but surprisingly managed to
swing his body up onto the lowest branch. In all honesty, he did feel bad for
what had happened to Bill’s arm but earlier in the day he had offered to wrap
it up in gauze and the blond had snapped at him saying he was fine. Though it
was beyond obvious that it was not fine.
“Better start climbing, Pinetree. Those ‘hog monsters’ are Styrinx and the
Styrinx kind can see waaay better at night than the pathetically underdeveloped
human race. So unless you want to wake up as a mangled corpse between a set of
twelve inch incisors I would suggest you get on up here.”
There wasn't much room for arguing there- well, unless Dipper was willing to
question his knowledge on the subject but he was fairly certain Stanford had
told him something to that effect quite a while back.
It wasn't with its own struggles actually going about the process of scaling
the bark. When was the last time he had climbed a tree anyway? Three? Four
years ago? And that was not taking into account that this pine was three times
as thick as the sort of trees he grew up scraping his kneecaps raw on. Bill
didn't offer any sort of help and it took several long and annoyingly
frustrating minutes before he managed to throw his leg over the side of the
branch with a sigh of relief bursting from his lungs as if he had held his
breath the whole time.
And then there was that demon leaning against the trunk of the tree, arms
crossed and a whole-heartedly sinister grin splayed across those dangerously
sharp face angles. “Have I ever told you how much I enjoy you struggling?”
Dipper glared for a moment but let out another sigh when exhaustion crept up
his spine on needle pen-pricks reminding himself of just how awful his sleeping
patterns had been over this whole ordeal.
“So, what now? I mean, how do you expect us to sleep in a tree without falling
out?” He didn't even care at this point that his voice was dripping with
irritation. Dipper just wanted to sleep- preferable without the notch on the
branch digging into his butt if he could manage.
“I think it's pretty obvious that you're going to fall off if you don't lean
against the trunk like I am.” Dipper stared at Bill for a long moment, a
decisively longer moment than was really necessary but you can't blame him for
getting a bit lost in that bright golden eye that seemed to glow in the dark.
But soon enough he blinked the spell away.
“Then I’ll just… climb to the next branch then.” Before his brain had even
given his body the order to move, Bill’s good arm shot out and the nails of his
ungloved hands dug into his wrist lightly. “Okay, wow. I thought you were the
least moronic Pines but I guess you are all pretty useless when it comes to
taking hints.”
Bill let out a hum as he thought over just how to word it to get the best
reaction out of his human. “I need blood or I am going to die before morning
and for everyone's convenience you are going to sleep with me.”
The wind blew by noisily and shivers threatened to erupt from goosebumps on his
arms despite the heat forming on his cheeks. He found himself nodding dumbly
before he could stop himself. Bill’s grin dropped and his eyebrows rose in a
brilliant arch. Slowly, his smile returned and he shook his head with a puff of
a laugh “You always do something unexpected, don't you, Pinetree?”
“W-What? Did I do something weird or something?” Dipper stuttered out,
flustered. Causing the demon to roll his eye “Of course you did. But I like it
when you get weird.” Oh no. Dipper stiffened when he realized just how close
the two of them were and quickly sat more erect “Right. You need blood.”
“You're such a mood killer, kid.” The blond sighed with a breeze of announce
adding sharp edges to his words as he let go of Dipper’s wrist to pull his
switchblade out of his pants pocket. Boredom settling into his eye where
curiosity had once flickered.
Dipper took the blade from him with an unimpressed glare “My twin sister, my
great uncles, and everyone else was taken-” “Or eaten.” Bill felt the need to
add. Dipper closed his eyes as he tried not to yell “Or eaten. I am not going
to mess around with you when they could be in serious danger!”
With some hesitation and reluctance, Dipper scooted closer to Bill and brought
the blade to his wrist “Don’t do it there. Knowing your horrible aim you’ll cut
too deep and bleed out. Do it downwards from the base of your neck- and does it
always turn that pink when you're mad? It suits you~” begrudgingly, the Pines
place the cold metal to his neck and readied himself for the pain but not
before pointing the knife at Bill and warning sternly “This, is not because I
like it but because I have to do it to save Mabel.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever lie you want to tell yourself.” It was late, and in all
honesty, there was no more energy to spare on arguing with Bill so Dipper
placed the blade beside his neck. With a calming breath, in one quick movement
he pushed the blade a quarter of an inch down.
A hiss left his lips at the pain but at least the cold air was hidden from him
as Bill brought Dipper against him and yanked his jacket to the side, allowing
him to latch his mouth onto the bleeding wound. He let out a groan of what only
could be pleasure and Dipper bit his lip at the sound. No. This was suppose to
be gross. The smell of his own iron rich blood being sacrificed to an entity
from another plane of existence was suppose make him want to gag or push Bill
off him but instead, Dipper found himself tilting head to the side, allowing
him to have better access- and god damnit, why the hell did he just let himself
sigh like that?
A bandaged hand slid across Dipper’s back sinisterly and Dipper had the right
of mind left in him to push it away when it crept too low.
There was no real way of knowing how long they were like that and despite how
rigide he had gone in Bill’s tight hold, Dipper found himself nodding off. It
might've been the heat his face was stained with or the fact that harsh and
greedy sucking turn to licks and light kisses- or maybe he had lost a little
too much blood, but soon Dipper slumped into the demon’s chest.
The forest was quiet for a long time. Long after Bill had gotten bored of
kissing his sleeping human and slowly ran the fingers of his bandaged but
usable hand through soft brown hair. Despite the deal the two of them had made
Bill found himself pathetically in pain again. His chest was constricting and
the human thoughts were quickly flooding his mind.
That’s when he heard a branch snap. The disappearance of the moon was little
help to aid his eye to find the source of the noise. There was another crunch
of plant, now closer to the tree they were in and that's when he caught sight
of the red beady eyes below. The Styrinx was sniffing the air noisily. It had
probably been in the area and had picked up on the smell of blood they had
caused but Bill knew what he was doing when he had gotten them both up into the
tree. Their lack of a necks made it impossible for them to know that the tree
was where they were and after a minute or two, the creature had given up and
walked off slowly.
Dipper stirred a little and Bill’s eye shifted away from where he had seen the
Styrinx go and watched the way Dipper rubbed his face into his collar. Bill
didn't deny himself the right to loop his arm around his waist.
If only he could have Dipper laid out against his chest like this while he
burned the eyes out of his enemies and enslaved the human race to build
monuments in his glory.
But this was fine… even if it would soon be over. Despite what his brain had
told him was right, he still wanted Dipper more than anything.
Bill glared up at the empty night sky. “Nice try wise guy, but I don't learn
lessons.” No one answered him
Chapter End Notes
     Oh, Bill... what did you make Dipper agree to?
     Find out by reading more! (When I post more of course)
***** Of Retractions And Reactions *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello~ been a bit but the writer's block has gone away for the most
     part. I hope you enjoy this new installment of The Stone in His
     Chest~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The morning was dismal and rose with it a mood bordering on mournful between
Dipper and Bill. They had no food or water. After giving Bill more blood once
he had woken up Dipper was feeling anemic and more than a little lethargic. At
the very least, he was glad Bill had used a bit of his restored magic to break
his oddly healing radius bone into a less disturbing angle. The demon had
bitched about the swelling far too much for Dipper’s liking and already not
being in the mood for his shit in such an exhausted state, Dipper snapped at
Bill to stop poking the swollen arm if it hurt so much.
“What stick lodged itself up your ass, Pinetree?” Bill practically sang as he
leaned his torso forward to get a look at Dipper’s face as they walked side by
side up the mountain trail. He found himself sighing for what must've been the
eighty-third time in the last two hours.
“Look. I’m exhausted and hungry and the longer we take to fix all this stuff
the more likely people are going to get eaten! So could you please just shut up
for a while?” “Saying that only makes me want to annoy you more, kid~” the
demon then had the gall to poke Dipper’s nose with a ‘boop’ noise.
And that’s when Dipper bit Bill’s finger…. it, didn't quite draw the right
reaction he had hoped for as a long and low hum reverberated in the Demon’s
chest, Dipper instantly let go and looked down at the rocky path beneath his
feet. “God, why are you such a weirdo?”
He didn't have to look over to know that Bill was licking the finger The had
been in Dipper’s mouth and a bright red stained Dipper's cheeks and ears as
embarrassment flooded his body. This was just the demon’s way of provoking him
and damn it was a good try but Dipper wouldn't let Bill get what he wanted.
It was still just a thought- an idea slowly working its way through his head
and yet Dipper was putting all his faith in it in hopes of finding a loophole
in the clause of the deal they had made. It was sneaky and Bill would probably
be furious but Dipper knew he would never be able to fulfill his half of it. So
to give Bill what he wanted right then would only make it that much more
painful for both of them.
“Stop working yourself up so much. You're already weak and pathetic enough.
Don't want you to pass out on me! Because if you do I'll leave you right where
you fall and maybe, just maybe I'll come back for you when I've finished up
here.” That false joy clung to Bill’s words so much like they normally did that
Dipper had almost forgotten how he was when he wasn't in pain, or jealous, or
pissed off… when he was… happy? Is that what he was at that moment? When Bill
was Bill everything seemed better.
A smile fluttered onto Dipper’s lips but he didn't look over to the blond teen
walking beside him “I’ll make sure I don't pass out then, jerk.” Bill was
eyeing him, wondering what was going on in his head but Dipper ignored him.
Relief washed over every muscle in his fatigued body when Bill and him reached
the cave dried blood still clung to. The demon looked over his other worldly
ramblings appreciatively but his grin soon disappeared and a bitterness bit the
air around him. Dipper hesitated for a brief moment, then spoke up. “Hey, so,
um… what are we supposed to do?”
“Hmm. Essentially I have to take back the sacrifices. Without them, the tear
will be out of juice.” He was tapping his chin is thought as he leaned to look
at the bloody symbols on the wall and sniffed it. Ignoring Bill’s
peculiarities, Dipper shrugged and took a step forward “Great! So how do we do
this?”
A sly grin crept onto Bill’s face as he turned his head slowly to meet his
human’s pale face “How does licking these walls clean sound?” If there had been
anything in his stomach, the mere suggestion would have made Dipper lose it. He
scrunched up his nose in disgust, drawing a disappointed sigh from Bill “well
it will take hours for me to do it on my o-” he cut himself off as an idea
flicker to life behind his eye “Unless I do that.” the silence was creeping
Dipper out and he ventured to ask worriedly “‘that’? W-what is ‘that’?”
Bill’s grin returned, “Remember that threat I gave you?” “Which one?” “The one
about not passing out?” Okay, now Dipper was growing nervous. He backed up a
few steps and narrowed his eyes on that seemingly sinister gleam of the single
golden iris. “Why?”
“Because, you're not allowed to pass out when you see what I am about to do
like most weak minded humans.” Before Dipper could offer any protest, Bill
turned to the wall with a groan of irritation “This is going to be putrid, and
not in the fun way.”
The air in the cave stiffened and the already dreary color of dried blood
turned a dark grey- everything was grey. Dipper watched in some odd mix between
horror and amazement as long, black tendrils of tentacles rose out of the front
of Bill, who was faced away from him. Probably to save him the horror of
knowing exactly where those extra appendages were coming out of. Slick and
snake-like,
they slid up and the blood that had become grey now turned scarlet on the
monochrome background. Whatever Bill was doing turned the coagulated blood back
into liquid which he then guided with his tentacles in a gravity defying slow
moving stream in the air before being brought down to Bill’s mouth-
Dipper had to look away. He now knew why his demon had warned him. That had
been (for lack of a better word) disturbing. After what seemed like an eternity
but was more likely a minute color slid back into place and Dipper chanced a
look back at Bill and found him straightening the sweater vest he had been
stuck wearing since the last time they had come to this mountain. He smacked
his lips with a deep frown on his face.
“You better be grateful, kid. I don't make it a habit of doing things like
that. It always tastes better coming out than going in if you know what I
mean.” No. Dipper honestly didn't know what he meant. The idea of asking Bill
what ‘that’ had been crossed Dipper’s mind but he quickly abandoned it. He
really, really didn't need to know.
“So the tear, is it gone for good?” Bill rested his good hand on his hip and
gave Dipper a haughty look “Did you really think I couldn't do something as
simple as this? Please.” Dipper took that as a yes and a smile took over his
face before he could stop it “Thank you.”
There was a long moment when the demon just stared at him with that bored
expression of his. “You're doing it again. Stop.” The words weren't really
spoken angrily but a frustration was evident as Bill started out of the cave.
Dipper followed after him in confusion “What did I do?”
He didn't turn back to Dipper as he called back “You're being adorable again.
And frankly, if you keep it up much longer, so help me I will do something
about it.”
There wasn't any way of keeping his face from heating up and as he fell into
step with Bill he mumbled out “you're a freak.” “And you love it~”
Chapter End Notes
     Yeah Dipper, stop being so adorable!
     This couple sure has an odd love hate relationship... and a bullet
     proof glass nestled in between them called their deal.
     They have some work ahead of themselves. make sure to read on to know
     what happens next!
***** Predator Vs. Protector *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey hey~ good news everyone! I have finished writing this story!
     There will be 54 chapters and I will be adding new tags for
     characters and warnings.
     So here is chapter 48! Hope you enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
They had been trekking through the dense woods all morning. Dipper’s leg was
giving a dull throb where Bill had shot him and he quickly messaged it ever so
often in hopes of alleviating some of the pain. They had no food or water -
save for the occasional stream they past or the sardines Bill would conjure up
with his newly restored magic- Dipper didn’t like to show it on the bases that
Bill would complain or get angry, but he wasn’t feeling too hot.
The demon was looking ahead to their invisible path through the woods that he
swore was ‘The right way’ whenever Dipper asked. The right way to what, he had
no idea. Hopefully back to Gravity Falls- back to town where he could get some
real food. But then, there were the Styrinxs to think about, and that made
Dipper slouch a little more into himself as they walked.
In waves he would tune into Bill’s never ending conversation with him and would
give a small grunt in acknowledgement and that was apparently all he needed to
keep the conversation going. Dipper hadn’t even realized how loud Bill was,
manic voice bouncing around the nearly deserted forest, until suddenly he
stopped talking for a moment.
“Your leg is bothering you.” Bill observed coolly without so much as a glance
over at Dipper. How had he even noticed? He must have secretly been keeping an
eye on him- or course he was- Dipper managed to push away his paranoia and
wrecked his brain to respond to Bill. “Huh? Er, yeah- I mean, I guess. I’m fine
though.”
Bill stopped in his tracks abruptly, causing Dipper to run into him but that
was of little concern as he was forcefully pushed down to sit on a nearby moss
covered log. He watched as Bill rolled his eye like he thought Dipper was an
idiot. “We can afford a tiny, tini break since this little quest of ours has
been going oh so swimmingly~ “
The log groaned a little when Bill through himself down on it to sit right up
against Dipper. He was checking out the dirt under his nails when he clipped on
nonchalantly “Plus, you’re no use to me crippled or dead.” Dipper supposed that
this was what Bill caring about his well being looked like and let out a sigh
only to realize just how close they were to each other. If he wanted he could
kiss- he wasn’t the only one who noticed, Bill’s eye had flickered down to
Dipper’s lips.
Dipper started to snicker. “We always do this. We fight and say that we’re done
with each other and then we end up like this.” he gestured to the non existent
space between them and shook his head, even as a small smile crept onto his
lips. Bill had threaded his hand greedily into Dipper’s hair “I just wish we
could have a normal relationship- I would even settle for a semi-normal
relationship. This is just exhausting.”
 
“Pfft. Normalcy, more like mundane- boring! I'm just saying.” Dipper smiled and
leaned into Bill's touch. “Who would want to be normal anyway?” It was sarcasm
but Bill’s face lit up with a bright grin. His breath fanning over Dipper's
face now. Their lips mere inches away. “Now you're finally making sense!”
There was something chaotically impossible to decipher about the multiverse
that caused the two of them to end up like this over and over. Like two
contracting magnets. They couldn't pull back, invisible magnetic fields drew
them into each other.
Had the two of them not been so absorbed in the passionate process of sucking
each other's faces off they might have noticed the crack of twigs. But as it
was, Dipper was yanking at the demon’s messy hair before he knew it. Bill was
shoving his hand beneath Dipper's shirt and running his nails over his nipples
deliciously rough. Their tongues clashed harshly together in a battle for
dominance. Gasps and breathy moans spilling out between their feverish kiss.
And then an explosion erupted right behind Bill’s head. Ringing stung Dipper’s
ears. It felt as though he was moving in slow motion as he detached from Bill
and looked around in a haze. His heart pounded as adrenaline quickly replaced
arousal… well, at least pushed it to the side.
Dipper had been about to duck behind the log. From his racing thoughts came the
distorted warning of the Styrinx after them. But he hadn't even began to move
from where he was sitting when his eyes finally landed on the one who had shot
at them. The bushes had parted with the deafening sound of leafy branches
breaking or smacking into each other in the wanderer’s path. There stood Ford.
A long barreled cannon hung over his stiff shoulder and his face was more
stubbled over than usual.
The relief came first knowing that at least Ford had escaped capture giving
hope to the possibility others had as well. Then there was that awkward guilt
that had settled in place. Bill gave one of Dipper’s arms that he had not let
go of an almost painful squeeze.
Dipper's eyes briefly flickered back towards the demon. Pure annoyance was
dripping from his deep frown and half mast eyelids. With a small tug, Dipper
managed to let the demon know he wanted his arm back. Bill hesitated. Eyes
firmly focused on Ford, who had yet to approached or lowered his weapon. Then,
reluctantly, Bill let go of Dipper. Deep crescent shaped marks were left in his
wake just above Dipper’s wrist. For some reason, that made his chest swell with
happiness.
Yep. The blood loss was turning him into a loon.
Ford grumbled something under his breath and lowered the cannon from his
shoulder. He adjusted his glasses, ignoring the crack that ran across one lens.
In the suddenly very silent and still forest Ford’s voice seemed to boom though
he spoke in a calm, hushed tone.
“My hand must have slipped. Good thing I didn't blast your head off into
oblivion. It was so close.”
Bill's face split into a sticky grin that was anything but happy. The air was
growing thick with tension and Dipper went to push himself up from the log.
“Uncle Ford, er, wow. I'm so glad you managed to escape- where's everyone else?
Did Grunkle Stan and Mabel get out too? What about-”
In his rush to stand, Dipper became light headed from all the stress and needs
of his body not met over the last few days. He wanted to throw up, he wanted to
sit back down because now he had a migraine pushing at the back of his left
eye.
Long fingers with symbols etched into their flesh grabbed hold of Dipper's
wrist and yanked him back down to the log. Even in his fuzzy state of mind
Dipper felt the warmth against his back and knew it was Bill. Feeling
embarrassed, Dipper tried to separate from Bill but his voice came to his ear
with a definitive clarity that could not be ignored.
“Stay. Still.”
Dipper stared up at the treetops but couldn't focus on them. Their lines
blurring together every other beat of his heart. He was vaguely aware that
Stanford and Bill were fighting. Something about how Bill wasn't taking care of
Dipper's basic needs and that Stanford didn't know shit about what Dipper needs
were. He just couldn't find the strength to care at the moment.
“He doesn't need a degenerate leech like you hanging off him. Dipper needs
medical attention so hand him over, Bill.” The demon growled and raked his
fingers through Dipper's unkempt hair, earning him a small sigh from his
exhausted human companion.
“I know this game of yours, Fordsy. You're gonna take him away and brainwash
him into thinking I'm evil-” “What are you-” Ford tried to cut in but Bill
continued, raising his voice and pointing accusingly at the scientist “And
then, you’ll lock me up far away from him and torture me. Oh, but not this
time. I'm staying right here. With him. And you can't do shit to stop me!”
This… took a moment for Ford to process. Bill seemed off. Was he suffering from
similar symptoms of starvation and exhaustion? It was hard to tell what
anything meant when it came to Bill Cipher but this side of Bill seemed…
vulnerable. Ford carefully approached. Bloodshot gold eye following his every
move pensively. An inhuman growl erupted from the blond’s throat when Ford
kneeled beside Dipper but he chose to focus on his grandnephew.
“Dipper, can you hear me?” There was a brief nod and then he turned his face
away from the treetops to meet Ford’s concern. His head felt heavy and he knew
he was resting it on Bill’s shoulder but pretended he hadn't noticed yet.
“Sorry, I got a little bit light-headed but I think I'm okay now.” A long sigh
escaped the weathered lips of the older Pines. His eyes wandered over to Bill
again and he was glaring harshly at him like he was a intruder. Dipper imagined
Bill as a wolf trying to drag its prey off into the wood where no one would
find it but then, being caught by the prey’s protective parent.
A laugh burst out of him without much warning to the rest of his body. He
hadn't even thought that what his mind had come up with was that funny but he
was brought to near hysteria.
When he had calmed down some but still grinning from ear to ear, Dipper sat up
on his own and shook his head a little to clear the lingering chuckles away.
“‘Em sorry, sorry. I just need to take a break.”
“You can save your apologies for when you start making sense and explain where
you've been this whole time. But for now, I'll take you back to camp .”
Chapter End Notes
     I posted this chapter earlier today but then realized the whole first
     half was gone! So I quickly rewrote it and I think it came out
     better!
     I hoped you liked this chapter and look forward to more~
***** Dark, Safe, and Frustrating as Hell *****
Chapter Notes
     Wow. This chapter is like... a mile long. I just couldn't figure out
     a good place to break it up. Hope you enjoy~!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dipper woke up with a start. He had been having an awful dream in which red
symbols burned red hot and Mabel was sleeping and wouldn't wake up. It had felt
oddly familiar, raising the hairs on his arms and sending an uneasy shiver down
his spine.
“I really wish I could've seen what your subconscious was brewing while you
were sleeping. Looked fun~!”
Bill's voice rumbled from the darker corner of wherever they were. It looked
like a sun bleached army green tent. Dipper looked around a bit more and let
out a “huh.” Because it was a sun bleached army green tent. How had they gotten
here? His mind was a bit fuzzy on the details but he distinctly remembered Ford
had found them.
The demon sighed in exasperation and crawled over to Dipper until his hands lay
on either side of Dipper's head. He towered over the groggy teen with a sly
grin overwhelming the rest of his face. “Oh, Pinetree~ I feel cheated out of
sucking your face off earlier.”
Dipper met Bill's eye and gave an awkward smile. He was pretty sure he was okay
with things that happened in the heat of the moment but to talk about what they
did or talk about doing it again really made Dipper's anxiety flare up.
“R-right. Um. We were doing… things… but-”
“Well, let’s get back to it then!” Bill breathed out airily as he dove down to
capture Dipper’s lips, who in turn gave a surprised yelp before the lips
smashed into his. It wasn't quite painful but it added a humming sting to the
mix of their teeth and tongue kiss. Dipper didn't resist it for more than a
second or two before his own desire won over the power of his will.
Lazy drags of Bill's hand running over Dipper's stomach sent a groan out
between their lips and Bill shuddered with pleasure as he ate it up. The sudden
loss of contact made Dipper whine. Bill was grinning down at him with hunger as
he repositioned himself to straddle Dipper's thighs.
Watching as Bill's hand ghost over the front of his jeans made Dipper's breath
hitch. Fingers crept beneath the lip of his pants and Dipper couldn't stop
himself from grabbing hold of that hand tightly. Heat had spread across his
face and it only intensified when the eye- burning gold iris that danced with a
heated blue flame of want- travel up his body to meet his eyes.
“Wait. Where are we- where’s Ford?” Dipper managed to croak out. There was a
silence for a moment and then Bill was pouting- was that a pout? “You are the
worst, Dipper Pines. Bringing up your relatives when I'm trying to sex you up?
If I wasn't so mentally attached to you I’d break up with you.” Yep. Definitely
pouting.
Dipper sat up and glanced to the shut flap of the tent as he tried to comb down
his bed head with his fingers. “Were we ever really dating in the first place?
Pass me my shoes right there.”
“I know enough about the weird breeding rituals of humans to know when I'm
dating someone, Pinetree.” Bill scoffed as he threw Dipper’s shoes in his
general direction. Hm. Dipper hadn't really thought about it, but now that he
did… Bill and him had done practically all the mushy date stuff in a chaotic or
disturbing way. There had been a point when he could call what they were doing
‘dating’ somewhere after the hate but before the bloodshed. And he had called
Bill his boyfriend a few times… huh.
Happiness swelled in Dipper’s chest but he was drawn out of his thoughts by the
rough tugging of his cheek. “Ewww. This tent is filling with feelings. I'm
going to stand outside and rub dirt in my eye until I feel better about my
this-life choices.”
A grin spilled out onto Dipper's face. There was something extremely satisfying
about making Bill uncomfortable and force him into slipping up and talking
about their relationship. Dipper didn't think he'd ever call Bill his boyfriend
again or his partner comfortably but he was filled with a warm feeling knowing
that Bill was his still. He intended to keep it that way.
It wasn't more than a minute before Dipper found himself venturing outside the
tent. He was surprised to see that this little camp was fashioned together near
the abandoned church in a thick patch of bushes. There was one other tent a few
feet from the one he had been sleeping in. The sky was dark but for obvious
reasons (such as not letting the Styrinx find them) no campfire was erected.
Bill sat in the dirt with his back against a tree glaring across the way where
Ford sat on a log discussing a plan of attack with the other survivors. It was
hard to make out in the darkness who they were for a long time but he came to
recognize the shapes of Tad Strange, Wendy, Lazy Susan, Melody, Soos, and Stan.
Dread filled his chest when he saw no sign of Mabel.
“Oh, your finally awake then.” Ford called out quietly. Careful to keep their
existence unknown. There was an odd mix of alien emotions on his great uncle’s
face. A cross breed hybrid of hate and love, disgust and sadness, but overall a
sense of betrayal lingered in the air around Stanford.
Dipper winced and involuntary took a step away from him. It had looked - and he
realized this only after the fact- like he had been taking a step closer to
Bill. The demon had almost burst out into a victorious giggle fit. And maybe…
just maybe, Dipper had meant to take a step towards Bill. He had been rebelling
against Stanford on the matter of his relationship with Bill Cipher before all
this mess and it seemed that things were still jumbled between them.
The tension in the air seemed to eat away at everyone's already frayed nerves.
Dipper huffed out a long sigh and started low, almost under his breath. “Look,
I know you hate it. I'm just not really in the mood to fight right now.” Ford’s
eyebrows shot up in surprise. As if he hadn't known that his face was giving
off waves of disapproval and didn't expect to be confronted so directly.
Dipper dropped his gaze from the prolonged stare. His ratty sneakers pushing
the damp dirt around for a moment before he met Stanford’s wary expression with
one of determination, “So, at the very least, can we work together to save
Mabel and everyone else?”
Ford’s eye flicked over to where Bill was meticulously stacking the dirt into a
pyramid shape. His eye was twitching in irritation, like he had gotten some of
the dirt in it. Stanford honestly did not see the appeal to human Bill. At the
very least in his delta form a certain otherworldly mystical ora shrouded him.
Now… he was just a dangerously insane teenager with powers.
Stanford did not like it one bit. But then there was Mabel to think about. He
would worry about Dipper later. A long sigh escaped his lips and a six fingered
hand came up to grab hold of his jaw, covered in the fine grey hair of a
forming beard. He kept his hold of his face for a moment, thinking.
Then, he let go as he finally had his thoughts organized. “We’ve been planning
a surprise attack at midday tomorrow morning.” He started slowly. Dipper felt a
wave of relief wash over his whole body but his brain quickly chastised him
about getting his hopes raised too highly. After all, Stanford was merely
agreeing to work together for Mabel’s sake. Something told him that once this
was all over his great uncle would go right back to protesting his relationship
with Bill.
“Wendy and I have been scouting out the Hog Monsters’ movements over the last
three days. Yesterday, they led us into the center of town.” There was a change
in the way Ford had been talking now. As if his recollection was actually a
highly sophisticated debriefing for a top secret mission… well, until Wendy
chimed in, “Yeah, it was messed up, man. Those things have got everyone trapped
in some dome-shaped cryogenic sleep chamber… thing.”
Her eyebrows drew together and she went on more hesitantly. “At least they
looked like they were sleeping. they're all sleeping, right?” Nobody really had
an answer for that one and the dark night became void of sound.
“It looks as if they were planning on using the tear to return to whatever
world they originated from but it closed up miraculously yesterday morning.”
Ford finished with a casual shrug and sat purposefully between Stan and Lazy
Susan. Most likely to save his brother from the waitress’ constant flirting.
“So we gotta just run up on them attack? That's your plan?” Stan grumbled more
in irritation than anger. Ford narrowed his eyes at him in return “Yes, that is
my plan. Do you have anything better?” Bill rolled his eye as an amused smile
slid onto his face. Dipper noticed and guessed the demon was inwardly laughing
at ‘human naïveté’. No one here knew the enemy's name or that it had been Bill
who closed the rift. It made Dipper feel like he was hiding it from them but he
couldn't tell them… it just felt wrong to talk about he and Bill had done and
talked about.
“We need more weapons. We've only got your blaster, two plastic forks, a pizza
cutter, and Soos’ wrench.” Melody pointed out from where she sat, leaning
heavily on Soos against a tree. She looked exhausted and her hands were wrapped
protectively over her stomach.
Soos shook his head, worry and stress evident on his face. He gave her hand a
squeeze making Melody smile. The exchange was brief but Dipper felt himself
smile just the slightest amount. His friend really was in love with her. He
hoped the best for them.
“Sorry guys. But I need to stay here and make sure nothing happens to Melody.”
Wendy offered Soos and Melody a reassuring smile “We totally understand. Don't
we Stans?” The last part was said almost like a challenge to the older men. As
if saying ‘I dare you to say otherwise’. Both Stanley and Stanford nodded in
agreement before returning to strategizing with the utmost seriousness.
Lazy Susan had dozed off at some point, leaning against Ford’s shoulder, who
refused to acknowledge it. Tad Strange had settled down before Dipper had ever
emerged from the tent- something about going to bed by eight o’clock- and laid
stiff as a corps on the bed of pine needles the forest floor had offered.
Dipper had given up on standing around and sat in the prickles of leaves. He
had waited and listened as Stan and Ford argued over the plan of attack well
into the night, adding in his own opinion every once in awhile. What time was
it? His internal clock told him it was some ridiculous time like two in the
morning. Dipper’s eyelids felt heavy. He checked on Wendy and saw her head was
lolling to the side. Just a bit more to the left, Soos and Melody were sleeping
against a thick redwood tucked into each other for warmth.
Over his shoulder, Bill sat against a tree of his own as shown by the pyramid
of dirt built alongside him. His gold eye was half lidded but more in immense
irrigation rather than sleepiness. Noticing Dipper was looking over to him,
Bill opened his arms, beckoning the human to climb into his lap. Dipper shook
his head but he couldn't stop a smile from spreading out on his face.
“Pppssst.” Bill whisper loudly the moment Dipper turned his head away from him
and he received an eye roll and Dipper mouthed the word ‘what?’. The demon then
pointed at Stan and Ford and shook his head almost as if in disgust then
pointed to Dipper and himself, then two finger kicking back and forth as if
they were a pair of legs walking. He finished by pointing into the pitch black
woods behind him and raising an eyebrow questioningly.
There was a hesitation for several good reasons. A guilt flared up in Dipper's
chest when he realized one of the main reasons was his lack of trust in Bill
but he told himself Bill had given him every reason not to trust. Another main
reason was his great uncles still arguing, but by this time it was becoming
less realistic plans and even less convincing arguments.
Finally, that part of him that just couldn't say no to the demon came forward
and he found himself walking off into the woods with Bill. Ford and Stan too
engrossed with their debate and too tired to notice the two teens sneaking off.
Clomping sounds of dead leaves and summer scorched grass being kicked and
smashed under their feet filled the forest around them. A worry of discovery
was somewhere buzzing in the back of Dipper's skull but he paid it no mind.
Something about being alone with Bill again was making him choke on fluttering
butterflies.
When they had put some distance between them and the dark and quiet camp, Bill
let out a dramatic sigh of what Dipper assumed was frustration.
“Fuck.”
After dragging Dipper away from everyone else- after they had made out with so
much passion and (dare he say) love earlier in the day… all Bill could come up
with was ‘Fuck.’
Laughter rattled Dipper's chest. It didn't make sense and it hurt somewhere-
maybe his spleen- but fuck was really the best word to sum up how he felt about
everything that had happened so far.
“You are tickled pink by the strangest of things.” Bill observed as Dipper
slowly came out of his fit of laughter. He waited impatiently until the human
settled down. At some point between the swearing and laughing they had come to
a stop in front of one of the many indistinguishable trees.
They stood close together, closer than most would feel comfortable with. Bill
threw his head back and groaned.
“Fuck.”
A smile fluttered onto Dipper's lips but it wilted and he searched the demon’s
posture for an answer. “What?” Bill seemed to think over his question then
rolled his eye and looked him over.
“Well for one you’re welcome you ungrateful brat. I only undressed you with my
mind’s eye while you geeked over ol’ sixer. Do you know how hard it is to keep
this meat suit satiated?” There was not a moment to respond before an open hand
came hurtling towards Dipper's face. He flinched but the bandaged hand froze
right before making contact and he watched as a conflict of emotion raged a war
on Bill’s face.
Dipper wanted no more than to pull Bill to him and comfort him. He knew what
was happening in Bill’s head though, so he remained where he was. The demon
could try working the fighting out on his own.
There was a long silence only filled with the worked up breath pumping in and
out of Bill’s lungs. Finally, the blond decided on his next move and took a
step away from Dipper. His face was slack and almost withdrawn. It made
Dipper's stomach burn painfully.
“I can't deal with this shit and focus on our deal, Pinetree. Besides, the more
we act like this, the less confidence I have in you keeping your end up.”
It was as if a cold slab of steel was thrown at Dipper and it had lodged
somewhere deep in his throat. Bill was scared. He didn't give a fuck what the
other dimensional creature had spewed out, he knew Bill better than the demon
thought he did. His body and mind were fighting against his twisted conscious.
They wanted Dipper. So much so that they ached. Dipper felt it too. But Bill
didn't want his humanity to rule him so he was fighting it with everything he
had. He wanted what the Bill that had started Weirdmagedon wanted. Dipper just
wondered if this Bill really wanted that or just thought he wanted it.
This deal- why did Dipper agree to this? His fists clenched at his sides and he
nodded jerkily. “Yeah, I get it.” The words were filled with venom and Bill
smiled in amusement half-heartedly. Dipper turned away and was about to head
back to where everyone else was when a growl called after him. “Don't get your
panties in a twist.” Dipper stopped but didn't turn. Bill continued, “I'm going
to kill all the Strinx early in the morning. Be awake when I leave or stay with
those obnoxious sacks of flesh and blood you like so much.”
His blood was boiling. Why did Bill always have to get like this? Dipper turned
around in an angry whipping motion, ready to snarl ‘Fine.’ Back at the demon.
What he was met with was confusing.
Bill was up in his face and there was not even a second for Dipper to react
before Bill kissed him with all the passion of a raging fire. Dipper's brain no
longer could keep up and his body was forced to act. But instead of yanking the
demon away, he dragged him forward until he felt the stab of wood in his back.
There was nothing gentle or hesitant about this exchange. Both were angry and
frustrated that they couldn’t have this- couldn't have each other. Crude
sucking and slurping sounds escaped their kiss. They turned their heads in the
opposite direction, trying desperately to deepen it. Yanking at hair and nails
digging into heated flesh was only fuel to their fire.
Bill's mouth tasted like blood and dirt. Almost like you would expect a corps
to (minus the rotting flesh, thankfully) and Dipper knew he was weird but he
never knew himself to be weird enough to moan at that taste. Maybe it was not
so much of the taste that caused him to moan as it was the fact that it was
Bill.
Limbs tangled and fought over tugging and hair, clawing marks on necks and
arms. Bill’s good arm retreated momentarily to grab hold of Dipper's ass. It
was all madness as Dipper jumped up and wrapped his legs around the demon's
waist. Bill slapped his ass before running that hand down the curve of Dipper's
jean shorts to the front where a raging hardon was waiting for him. There was
no jokes or teasing. That would have broken this spell and brought in too much
reality.
Without and warning, a cold, hand wrapped in blood stained gauze dove into the
front of his shorts. The pain was excruciating for Bill, having to use the bad
arm’s help. But he barely noticed in the rush of pleasure. Damn it. Dipper let
out a breathy whimper. In a fit of vengefulness, Dipper sunk his teeth harshly
into the shoulder that was conveniently within biting range.
Bill tossed him a surprised look, as if Dipper biting him had brought him out
of whatever haze of lust they had both entered. His human released his shoulder
with a slick popping sound when he pulled away. Dipper watched a shiver run up
Bill’s back and his hand clenched around Dipper’s trembling member.
“S-shit!” Dipper muffled into his hand. If he wasn't powered by pure outrage
and lov- lust, he would be pushing the demon away and giving him a price of his
mind. Who just shoves their hand down the front of someone's pants? Well… this
wasn't the first time Bill had done this to him. Hm. Come to think of it,
hadn't they been fighting right before then as well? It must be a demon thing
to fight and then jerk off that Dipper really can't understand.
A tongue licked up the side of Dipper's neck and he shuddered. His arms feel
stupid and useless in their spasmatic grip of Bill's forearms. Shit. He was
being pumped faster now. His eyes clamped shut tightly and heat was spreading
quickly over his cheeks.
“Bill… ah, um! Aa-ah.” No, no, no. He would have been mortified if the rough
pumping hadn't abruptly stopped and he was brought to the edge of an intense
climax only to be denied fulfilment. Dazed and confused he looked back to Bill.
Dipper had been so caught up in the sheer feel of this brilliant, horrible
creature (he reluctantly admitted) he loves, he had forgotten to be angry. This
was probably the most frustrating way Bill could punish him.
There was some sort of evidence that lingered in the corner of Bill's lip. A
mixture of saliva left by the best make out they had ever had- in Dipper’s
opinion. That curious gold eye was roaming over his flushed face. Looking for
something. A satisfied grin stretched Bill's face.
“What are you thinking?”
Dipper gave him an unamused glare and huffed “That I made a lot of stupid
mistakes in my life to end up here.”
Hand pulling back after successfully building up the human, Bill titled his
head and looked off to the side as he weighed the validity of the answer before
giving a light shrug. “Guess I can't argue with that.” There was a long beat of
silence as the air thickened with their thoughts.
Dipper sighed in irritation and pushed Bill away from him. The interruption had
brought back his mind and the stress and annoyance had caused his member to
become softer. Somehow it made sense that Bill would mess with like this. Being
a tease was the demon's favorite pastime.
“Yeah, well- I hate you and, uh, you're a jerk.” He said diplomatically when he
was sure he could speak without groaning in frustration. Bill looked like he
was trying to cover up his tracks with a bright grin as usual, but Dipper was
pretty sure he hadn't meant to get this… ‘worked up’ over the fight. The
outline of a boner fairly visible in the demon's pants.
“Now that's the spirit~! Make sure to save that pent up sexual frustration for
fighting tomorrow.” As Dipper shoved past him irritatedly, Bill managed to lean
over and press a cheste kiss to the corner of his mouth only to be slapped in
the face.
The sting was delicious and Bill found himself watching Dipper’s shapely ass
when he stomp off towards the dark camp.
There was that annoying voice that was in no way Bill’s own, nudging at the
back of his mind insistently that he had probably made a rash decision but he
honestly felt a growing unsettling feeling which he hated even more than the
voice. The walls felt like they were closing in around him. Things were going
to end and things would start back up again and he wasn't sure if he liked that
idea anymore.
He blamed Dipper for the unpleasant feelings. It was easier that way.
Chapter End Notes
     Oh, Bill. You are one major bitch. You don't know how many weeks I
     was stuck on that scene! I was like
     "should they have sex? Yeah!
     (Write a really long sex scene)
     Regrets! Nah, they should just jerk off
     (starts writing but forgets that they are fighting about 'feelings'
     and not feelings so it becomes a lovey dovey scene)
     fuck! Well, well! They can't just stop getting- ah."
     And that's how that happened. I hope you guys liked this oopper long
     chapter and look forward to more!
***** Hazardous Freedom *****
Chapter Notes
     Chapter 50! Can you believe it? I definitely didn't think this story
     would end up this long ( my guess at the beginning was maybe 20
     chapters and that's pushing it). Sorry for the lying when I said I
     would update every four days now.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was not long after Dipper’s feeble effort to fall asleep that Bill was
shaking him awake. He let out a little groan of frustration before squinting
his eyes open. The demon had a bored expression on his face.
“Do you ever sleep?” Dipper wondered out loud, but his voice was filled with
the rasp of protesting vocal cords and his voice had disappeared part of the
way through only to appear on the last syllable. And then there was Bill’s new
outfit to consider. In the dark of an early morning, Dipper could barely make
out the yellow trenchcoat and new looking white button down tuck into the fresh
black slacks. Now Dipper was feeling a bit more awake and he sat up with wide
eyes.
“Did you use magic on your freakin’ clothes? Why?!” It had hissed out between
his lips much like a snake. Bill shrugged. He had unwrapped the bandage of his
good hand and was checking under his nails for dirt, never minding the dried
blood that lay crusted in his nailbed.
“You think I'm going to show up like some dirty mortal and let those dung-balls
have a good laugh before I have the chance to peel their skulls from their
bodies and catch their itty-bitty whittle brains on fire? It's almost like
you're slowly getting dumber- keep up, Pinetree, honestly. It's getting too sad
to be funny.” Here Bill gave him a once over. Watching as Dipper stood with a
glare and he grinned. With the ruffle of Dipper's already bed ridden hair Bill
began to lead his human quietly out of the camp.
They had reached the edge of town and Dipper marveled at the red dome that
arched within view behind other buildings… but then there were the Styrinx.
They lumbered around like zombies. Their red eyes scanning the tree line. A few
were upheaving pieces of the road and gorging themselves on it. Already
considerable damage had been done to the town as the other worldly creatures
worked on eating their way through it.
Dipper was starting to get nervous about this. Taking a calming breath, Dipper
closed his eyes “Okay, Okay. This is fine. We just need to be careful.” He
turned to where Bill had been standing behind a tree and he stomach sank with
dread when he realized that Bill had left him. His eyes frantically searched
for him among the trees but a choir of screeching broke out from the town.
Making his ears ring soundlessly for a disorienting five seconds.
When he dared to look, he saw Bill plunging the heel of his shoe through the
eye socket of a Styrinx whose brain was exposed and on fire. There must have
been eight alien potbelly bodies laid out around him and all of them had their
brains on fire or sizzling.
Bill turned back Dipper with an excited expression “Not a brain freeze, more
like a brain burn!” And then he laughed while he scrapped the bit of face he
had gotten on his dress shoe on the ground. “Man, it feels good to be able to
kill something again!” Dipper hesitated by the tree line, not sure if it was
safe, or if he even wanted to step into the growing puddle of blood that
rippled with rainbow coloring much like oil.
But then there was Mabel and the others to think about, so Dipper stepped out
into the clearing, holding Ford’s laser gun close to his chest. He managed two
of three determined steps in Bill’s direction before sliding down a small
crater the Styrinx had eaten out and fell on his butt in some very unforgiving
rocks.
There would be more of the scaly creatures on their way. Gnashing their teeth
and screeching for revenge for their lost family. As much as he loved to watch
Dipper struggle to do the simplest of things (such as walking in this case) he
really didn't have time for it.
When Bill pulled him up to his feet, Dipper reluctantly let him with an awkward
glare. Awkward in the fact that he didn't really mean it but knew he should do
it so it was somewhat half-hearted and not directed at the demon.
“Stay out of my way. I'll handle the Styrinx, toots. You just stand there and
look cute holding a gun. ‘Kay?” He didn't wait for Dipper to answer before
beginning his leisurely stride through the crumbling shell of Gravity Falls.
Dipper stomped after him in a flurry of anger.
“Don't be such a pompous jerk. You're probably going to use up all your power
before this is through and then you're going to crawl back to me, begging to
give you more-” “Kinky. Didn't know you were into that sort of thing.” Bill
said over top of whatever long winded complaint Dipper was giving him.
He was only paying half attention to him. It was eerily quiet and they had
already made it a block into town, drawing closer to the translucent red dome,
but they hadn't run into any more Styrinxs. Something was about to happen… Bill
was working it out in his hea- it came to him. They were above them. His eye
shot up to the roof of the old barrel factory they were passing and quickly
incased Dipper in the blackened flesh of his arm as it broke laws of physics.
Styrinxs by the dozens were plunging off the roof with the intent of crushing
them to death.
Dipper's first thought was that he had been hit with something really hard. The
warmth a the darkness around him was a little more than disconcerting. He
struggled against it as what felt like small hands tried to grab ahold of him
and keep him in place. Whatever this thing was, it was about to die. Wrestling
to maintain his grip on Ford’s gun, Dipper shot a hole through the warm
darkness.
He had set another Styrinx’s head on fire when he felt the shot rip through his
arm. He let a growl out and pulled his protective shield back and used a bit
more of his demonic powers to heal his arm. Fine. If Dipper wanted to be in the
line of battle so badly, Bill would let him. But something about that was
making his guts turn and flip. He didn't want that. He wanted to keep that
pathetic leach safe.
A laser zoomed past his eye. So close he felt the heat singe his nose. In his
conflicted thoughts, he had let the actual fight disappear for a second and a
Styrinx had almost its whole mouth over his left side before it had been shot
and reeled back. Bill caught himself and kicked another Styrinx right in the
barbed long fang tooth that hung from the center of its mouth. It broke. He set
them both on fire.
It wasn't just Bill fighting. He realized this with an odd tickle in the back
of his lungs. Dipper had killed three on his own and was on his fourth. This
was strange for him not to be on the receiving side of that fierce will to win
but he was pretty sure he did liked having Dipper fight alongside him.
When the street grew momentarily quiet, Dipper attempted to breathe evenly,
ignoring the adrenaline pumping through him. He watched as Bill turned towards
him with a hungry eye as he raked it over him in a much different manner than
he had no more than an hour prior. “Nice shooting. You're actually not that
terrible at it.”
Dipper shifted on his feet and looked anywhere from Bill “Thaaannkkss… I
think.”
They moved through the town much like that; shooting and starting fires. It was
a workable system for their situation. Dipper hated seeing Gravity Falls like
it was the end of the world again, and as they reached the dome it reminded him
of Mabel’s bubble and a shudder ran through his bones at the memory.
This dome, however, was also completely different than Mabel’s world. It almost
looked as though it was octagonal red tinted windows the size of his thumb
sculpted up into a four or five story atrium. Through the structure he could
see everyone strung up by ropes of an unworldly material around their torsos at
various heights.
Bill caught the final Styrinx in sight and watched with mild interest as Dipper
banged on the glass hopelessly. He took note to the people strung up (and the
few ropes that no longer held anyone) and smiled up at it until Dipper aimed
his gun at the wall.
When Bill grabbed hold of the gun’s muzzle and pointed it upwards, Dipper
screamed in frustration and yanked away from him “Why would you do that!?” The
demon held his hands up in defense “Sheesh, take a chill pill. I was just
saving you from shooting yourself. Your welcome.”
What the hell was he going on about? When Dipper only gave him blank stare Bill
rolled his eyes and touched the side of the dome. Like a ripple, bright red
symbols lit on every octagonal piece then faded away again. As he watched this,
Dipper's eyes refocus into the structure and that's when he saw Mabel.
“Oh my god, Mabel!” Relief and despair fought for him desperately. She wasn't
eaten. That was a great news! But he couldn't be sure that any of these bodies
were still alive or not and that was more than a little worrisome.
“It locked up pretty tight for such a worthless race of idiots. Any attack
would just bounce right off.” Bill mused then crack his fingers. “Lucky for
you, I am an expert code breaker. This shouldn't take too long at-” a screech,
louder and deeper in pitch, then the rise of four huge arms from the other side
of the dome it was walking with another pair of arms and at the center of the
bizarre creature sat a huge pair of red lips, pulled back in a snarl. Drool
dripped from the massive yellowing sharp teeth and Dipper felt the need to
scream because he didn't know what that thing was but it was just wrong
looking.
Bill yanked Dipper towards himself to get his attention and through his
frightened daze, he understood that Bill was telling him to give him more blood
right then because he was running low or something. Right right. That made
sense. Dipper fumbled with Bill’s switchblade he had tuck away in his pocket
and shoved the blade roughly against his upper arm.
The demon squeezed his arm to make the blood flow faster and took as much as he
could get, watching as the arms of the monster groped around blindly for them.
It crept closer and closer… and then it's yellowing pinky nail bumped the back
of Dipper's legs who gasped in horrified surprise.
The creature didn't even have time to bring its lips up into a malicious grin
before Bill had snapped his fingers and its thick, blubber like skin had
disappeared. It screamed and stumbled in disoriented pain and then Bill lit it
on fire with all the enjoyment of a small child seeing fireworks in the sky.
Dipper had been crushed against Bill the whole time. The demon's hand in his
hair and arm slung tightly around his waist, not letting him raise his head
from his shoulder. With the sound of the disturbing creature screaming it's
final call as it died, though, Dipper was suddenly grateful for the arms
keeping him in place, even as his legs buckled as exhaustion hit him like a ton
of bricks.
The screaming had died out soon after and Bill lowered him down to sit on the
ground without a word before going back to the dome. Dipper slowly came back to
himself panting hard and saw that some of the people inside the human atrium
were coming to.
On wobbling legs, Dipper half walked, half crawled to the side where he had
seen his sister hanging unconscious and saw with unspeakable relief that she
was looking around in confusion. He smiled when Mabel saw him and she laughed
when she saw he was crying.
Bill rolled his eye as he worked the code open. Even with the Styrinx teaming
up with a celestial demon they were no match for him. Even if he did believe
his new form was a bit demeaning for his power. Even more demeaning was the
fact he needed Dipper’s consent to to get any power.
The code shattered and the dome shattered with it. People began screaming in
fear as they fell towards the ground. Catching his mistake, Bill thought on his
toes and used the last stretch of his powers to lower them all slowly to the
ground. Using his powers to help people made him curl his nose in disgust but
if all these people had landed and hurt themselves. It would indirectly be his
fault and he would probably die with no chance of obtaining his other form.
Dipper had fallen over himself in his rush towards Mabel and he had hugged her
tightly when he reached her. This was too much for him. If Mabel was taken from
him again by another other dimensional creature he would probably have some
sort of heart attack.
“What the heck happened?”she couldn't help but ask and Dipper smiled “a lot of
things. I'll tell you once I get you out of this knot.” He untied her and she
practically threw herself on top of him.
“Uh, hello? A little help here.” Pacifica called out in irritation. Now that
Dipper looked around he saw more than a few people trying to wiggle out of the
weird, slimy material they were wrapped up in. Mabel started on Pacifica and
Dipper had started on some lady crying out for Reginald but no one was
responding.
“Dipper!” Oh… right. Ford and the lone group of uncaptured people were making
their way through the charred remains of the Styrinxs towards the survivors.
What was Dipper going to say to Ford? Bill and him had completely ignored his
plan and went off on their own.
Stanford opened his mouth, about to say something when another screech sounded.
Dipper froze up, thinking it was another Styrinx still alive- or worse, another
one of those hand-mouth things. But then the scream took on words.
“Bill Cipher!”
Everyone was beginning to panic and scream as well. Dipper looked around for
the source of the scream and finally found it. Gideon hadn't been freed from
his bonds yet but Bill stood over him with a sly grin. He was taller than he
had been but he was still a wimp with great hair. He was crying and squealing
like a pig as he tried to push himself away from the demon.
Dipper's heart jumped into his throat.
Wendy whistled, trying to get people's attention and called authoritatively
“False alarm, everyone! Stay calm. If you are out of the ropes please help the
person next to you so this can all go a lot fa-”
“I saw you, demon! Don't play dumb with me! You burned that other monster to
the ground!” Gideon screeched again. There were murmurs and skeptical looks
cast over Bill and this time Ford was the one to redirect everyone’s attention,
which surprised Dipper. “This is not the time for arguing amongst each other.
Is anyone injured?”
Gideon had gone on pointing out Bill’s eye and clothing but everyone had tuned
him out for the time being, though Dipper took notice to a few pairs of eyes
lingering on the demon. Windy had given him serious questioning look for a
moment that promised to lead to a very uncomfortable conversation later before
going to greet her family and friends.
Bill caught his eyes on him and turned to make his way over to him when
Georgina Waters shoved her way out of the crowd to reach her son. She had rough
grip on his shoulders but her back was to Dipper and he couldn't hear what she
was saying. Bill said something rude judging by his sly smile and the way
Mrs.Waters went stiff. Then she stormed off, a look of horror on her face as
she held her mouth. She looked back over her shoulder once and Bill waved which
only made her walk away faster. “See you at home~!” He called happily.
Now, Bill came to Dipper with an unreadable expression. And he didn't even care
who was watching or what they might think, Dipper pulled Billed into a tight
hug and relaxed for what felt like the first time in ages.
Stanford and Stanley watched their grandnephew and Bill Cipher from afar. They
both hated it- hated Bill and the way he messed with Dipper's mind- but then
they saw something they did not expect. Though his face was blank and looked
off into nothingness, the blond teen’s hands came up to hold Dipper back.
“I was not expecting this.” Stanford argued to the nonexistent conflict in his
brother's crossed arms and steely gaze. Stan nodded “teenagers, they make the
stupidest choices but they always seem to turn out alright. They don't
appreciate their invincibility.” He scoffed then turned away. Ford lingered for
a moment before smiling faintly and turned to help his brother.
Chapter End Notes
     Also, if you're this far and seen all the shit I've pulled with this
     story, you should go back and read my author's note at the beginning
     of the first chapter. I laughed so hard when I read it. I have done
     basically everything that I said I wouldn't. It's pretty funny.
     Anyway, keep reading! And if you feel inclined to leave comment I
     will be greatful and will probably respond to any questions you have
     about the story.
***** Repair and Re-evaluate *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry! Was away on a trip! Should update more frequently now!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The next few days involved a lot of town construction. The following morning
all the bodies had ‘mysteriously’ disappeared leaving only the reconstruction
of the roads and buildings which had been eaten. Manly Dan and a few other
heavy lifters had started on the road and others volunteered to rebuild houses
and businesses. Thirty- four people were missing and presumed dead. On the
Sunday after, there was a ceremony commemorating the ones they lost. Mayor
Tyler had cried during his speech motivating everyone to ‘get ‘em’ but that
only seemed to make things worse for those who knew the ones who had died.
Dipper had not been part of any of it. He was weak with a dangerous amount of
blood loss and exhaustion. Stanford and him had had a long talk about what
happened those days after the party and the scientist had been very surprised
by Bill’s actions. Of course, when he had left his room, Dipper had a feeling
that Ford could only make sense of what happened by believing that Dipper was
the hero not Bill.
Dipper was feeling a bit better on his fifth day of bed rest and as if sensing
this, Bill had showed up at the Mystery Shack looking for him. The place was
still under repair and Melody and Soos had been straightening up the gift shop
when the blond appeared out of virtually nowhere.
After the initial shock following the people all being saved, rumors about
Dipper's boyfriend began to run rampant. Almost everyone in town believed he
was Bill Cipher- even those who had no idea who or what that was were being
convinced- but they had no proof so they all settled on glaring or threatening
him whenever he came around.
Soos was going to have a family with Melody soon and that was real important to
him. He had gone to Dipper and had asked him if any of the rumors were true… at
first Dipper had lied, saying that Gideon and Bud were making it up but halfway
through his made up story he had given up and told him some of what he had been
going through (Soos had definitely guessed that his buddy was leaving out a lot
for his sake).
When he had refused to tell him about what he had agreed to do for the deal he
mentioned, Soos had had a queasy feeling and had left to process the whole
thing with Melody right by his side. The both of them had decided to keep an
open mind and hope that this last week of summer was a good one for Dipper.
“Pinetree?” Bill asked them as he poked his head in through the doorframe of
the shack. Melody stopped cleaning to first look at Soos then to the teen in
front of her. Bill wasn't well put together as he unusually was and she took
note on how exhausted he looked.
“I think he’s in the attic. I'll go get ‘em.” Soos said with narrowed eyes and
watched as Bill nodded moodily and walked right inside without asking their
permission. Melody stayed with Bill while Soos went up to see if Dipper wanted
to see the demon but was only able to find an empty bedroom.
Soos came back to the gift shop where Bill was telling a very curious Melody
where he got his clothes from. Something about reaching his hand into a vortex
of molten lava. Bill fell silent when he saw Soos come back alone, rubbing at
the back of his neck. “Sorry dude, uh, Dipper isn't here. I mean, he was, like
a few hours ago… but you know, now he isn't.” They watched Bill with morbid
curiosity as his sly grin rattled, then fell. It was replaced by something
blank and unfeeling. He didn't say anything else to them and threw his arms up
in the air when he had stomped outside. Two or three trees caught fire as he
stormed off with a dark feeling swirling around him. Soos felt Melody pat his
shoulder
and he sighed “I just hope my bro doesn't like, get killed or absorbed into
that guy on my watch.”
Dipper was glaring at Gideon across the diner booth. His sandal covered feet
were kicked up on the table without care, making Dipper even more angry. This
was stupid and he was pretty sure he might jump across the table and strangle
the thirteen year old if he didn't wipe that smug grin off his face.
“Just leave Jim alone, okay? What you're doing to him and his mom is really
shit- uh, messed up.” Dipper prodded tiredly. Though he hadn't been out of bed
until that day, Mabel had been giving him play-by-play coverage of what had
been going on in town while he was recovering and what he heard did not sound
good at all.
Gideon waved Dipper off as he took another gulp of the milkshake he had been
slurping down even before the older teen had shown up. “Dipper, you and me?
We’ve been through a lot together- what with all that went down a few years
back- and I've come to respect you in some sense…” here Gideon put his empty
cup down with a clack indicating more force than necessary. His thick eyebrows
were drawn down and a dark, serious looked settled over his plump face. “But I
ain't no idiot, boy. We both know that this Jim fellow is possessed by Bill
Cipher. I mean, just look at that done up poodle-boy!”
Dipper’s glare narrowed “Jim is… eccentric- that doesn't mean-” he was cut off
as Gideon raised his hand to flag down Lazy Susan. When she reached their booth
the younger asked for an order of fries and Susan wrote it down and turned back
to another customer who wanted a coffee refill “You're a peach!” He called
after her before turning back to Dipper with a suspicious look in his eyes.
“Ya know, I heard and interesting thing about this James Waters character the
other day I would love if you could confirm it for me.” He steepled his index
fingers against his lips. Eyes scrutinizing every bit of Dipper who had an ill
idea about the direction of this conversation. “A little birdie told me you
were dating this ‘Jim’. Any truth to that?”
A guttural swell in his chest told Dipper to yell in Gideon’s face to drop this
whole thing, but instead his chest puffed up in defense. “Yeah, I am. That's
why I'm telling you to stop harassing him and his mom. No more showing up to
his house in the middle of the night with an angry mob wielding pitchforks and
torches, no more banning Mrs.Waters from going to church. Just stop it.”
“Don't you even care? You're dating a demon!” “Fuck you!” He spat back without
much thought then reeled himself back in, rubbing at his aching head. “Sorry,
just… it's been a stressful week.” Gideon’s lips were pursed together, it
almost looked as though he was holding back tears and Dipper realized for the
first time that Gideon’s two friends from prison were settled in the booth
behind Gideon and they turned to glare at him briefly.
“No, no. My apologies, I bet this is hardest on you… you poor, poor boy.” With
a long moment of the younger shaking his head in apparent ‘sympathy’, Gideon
got up out of the seat just has Lazy Susan sat the fries on the table.
“But you best believe I won't let that demon stay on my turf for your sake.
Enjoy the fries, Dipper Pines.” He left the diner with his prison buddies close
behind.
This was bad, he doubted he had swayed Gideon in the slightest with his show
and that left a hollow pit in his plan. His plan to worm around the deal he had
made with Bill. His plan to get out of having to kill his boyfriend. Bill had
told him down in the lab that the only way the deal he made to be reincarnated
worked was that he would be born as a human and either live one full human life
or if he wanted his immortal body back he would have to get someone else to
kill him. If he did it himself he would die for good or if he hurt someone to
get them to kill him he would be punished. Bill had thought, coming into this
deal that Dipper, of all people, would want him dead the most but… that hadn't
gone over as well as he had wanted it to. Now, he expected for Dipper to kill
him because feeling was too much for his mind- and he felt so much for Dipper.
Dipper wished he wouldn't burst into flames if he didn't hold up his end of the
deal. He just wished he could do both.
The sun had sunk behind the buildings when Dipper stepped out of the Diner.
There was a commotion, people were all running or walking quickly in the same
direction and frantic murmurs were permeating the air. Black smoke was curling
in the air. Dipper froze, wondering what was happening now when he heard
someone nearby saying “The Waters’ house is on fire!”
Chapter End Notes
     I've been seeing a lot of really horrible comments left on some of my
     favorite stories here on ao3. I'm lucky to have such amazingly
     wonderful ones left on my work for the most part but it makes me
     really mad when people attack writers personally over stupid things
     like "I hate this ship!" Or "You don't even know how this is in real
     life."
     It's really sad to watch these writers give up because of idiots so
     even if you don't usually leave comments on stories, you should find
     one you like and leave a nice comment! Even something as simple as "I
     like your story" or "keep it up" can really make someone not as sure
     of their writing skills not give up.
     A bit of a rant but it's just really been annoying me. I hope you
     look forward to more of this story. The next chapter shall be the
     final climax of this story so be prepared for a shit storm! Anyway! I
     look forward to seeing what you think of the story thus far!
***** Burning Up, Then Burning Out *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Out of all the stupid things Bill had done. This. THIS was absolutely the
stupidest. Dipper had run as fast as he could. His lungs burned- his eyes
fogged over with tears that ran sideways over his cheeks. He had tripped over a
crater not yet filled in and skinned his knee really bad, but he had pulled
himself up and kept on. He reached the massive crowd positioned on Candy’s
front lawn. Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland were keeping everyone behind the
tape they had put up.
The Waters residence was an inferno. Fire poured from every window and the
smell of wood burning brought a sicken taste of bile to his mouth. Dipper
didn't even notice Mabel pushing her way through the crowd towards him. He was
hyperventilating and little noises of pain were being wrenched out of him with
every quick breath. He didn't understand- or knew if he wanted to understand.
Bill wasn't inside, was he? This didn't make any sense, Bill wouldn't do this
if it meant he would die forever… right? Dipper had started to walk towards the
tape with the intention of running into that house when Mabel caught his arm in
a painfully tight grip.
“Dipper, don’t you dare!” He looked between Mabel's angry tear stained face and
the burning building. Something like a long moan of agony broke out of him and
he sunk to his knees with Mabel. People nearby had turned their attention away
from the house to watch curiously.
That's when Dipper’s head snapped up with realization. “Gideon.” And there he
was, in the crowd of spectators looking bored. Dipper ripped out of Mabel's
hold and she called for him to stop but Dipper ran up to the younger boy and
punched him in the face. The group irrupted into an explosion of yelling and
Blubs broke through the crowd to pry Dipper away from Gideon.
“You did this! Didn't you!?” Dipper screamed as he was yanked back, tears
gushing from his eyes uncontrollably now. Gideon lay on Candy’s lawn clutching
his jaw with frightened eyes. He shook his head furiously “No! I swear on my
granny's grave! I didn't!”
“Dipper Pines, I'm gonna put you in the squad car right now if you don't stop
struggling!” Blubs warned. Mabel was there in an instant, fresh tears were
falling down her face as she spoke to the sheriff. She was explaining that this
was her brother's boyfriend’s house and that she had already called their great
uncles to come and get them. Blubs had loosened his hold on Dipper for a split
second and that was all Dipper needed.
He elbowed Blubs in the stomach and ran for it. “Durland! Get him!” Blubs
yelled but Durland wasn't quick on the up take and he tackled the first person
he saw, which was Toby Determined. Mabel screamed bloody murder and tried to go
after her brother but this time, Blubs got a firm hold on the Pines.
Dipper barreled through the unlocked front door, enough in his right mind not
to grab the heated metal handle and kicked it instead. There was an empty
gasoline container melting in the fire on the living room rug. Dipper covered
his mouth with his shirt and entered the living room. From the backside of the
couch he could see Mrs.Waters sitting on the couch with a bottle of vodka in
her clenched hand.
He rounded the edge of the floral seat and his stomach lerched. Georgina
Waters’ brains were blown out. Splatters of bone, blood, and grey matter
staining the well kept couch. A gun was clenched in her right hand that lay
limply on the cushion beside her. Dipper couldn't look into her eyes, black
trails of makeup ran down from her blank eyes. No. He needed to push on. Bill.
He needed to know what had happened.
The stairs were dangerously weak and he had trouble getting past the flames. On
the second story he gave a quick look into the piano room but it was untouched
by the fire at the moment and no demon sat on the bench playing old songs. The
third floor was even harder to reach and Dipper resorted to climbng the outside
railing of the stair until they aligned with the wall. His hands were singed
and he was coughing up a storm from the smoke but he ran through the fire in
the hall with little care of his own safety and kicked Bill room open.
Bill was tied up with rope to his desk chair. For a moment Dipper thought he
was dead, his eye being closed. But then he opened his eye with a start when
Dipper coughed. The demon was calm as he asked “Come to join the party?”
Dipper dropped down to his knees in front of him and his trembling, burnt hands
worked on the knot desperately. Seeing this, Bill sighed tiredly “Look, kid.
You should give up while you're ahead.”
“I can't let you die! No!” That earned Dipper an affectionate smirk “Yeah, I
figured as much. After I made the deal with you I realized you would rather
spontaneously combust than kill me.” He shrugged “this is plan B. Georgina down
there’s been wanting to smother me to death for a few years now but her crock
of shit beliefs told her not to. This whole ‘Your son is a demon’ was just the
excuse she needed. Kinda a win win situation, I guess.”
Dipper's lungs were burning and sweat was rolling down his face. He was going
to pass out soon. Finally the ropes loosened then came off but Bill didn't
move. “C’mon! There's still time! We can get out-” Dipper wheezed then broke
off into another fit of coughing.
Now there was anger in Bill’s expression “Don’t you get it? Even if I did
magically change my mind and decided to live out my wretched human life, YOU
would die for not keeping your end of the deal and what the fuck would be the
point in that? You probably didn't eve think of that, did you?”
Spots were appearing in Dipper's vision and he grabbed hold of Bill's arm as
well as he could manage and smiled “‘Found a loophole.”
Candy and Grenda were holding Mabel tightly as all three cried on the Candy’s
porch when Stan recklessly threw his car halfway over the curb and onto the
lawn where a few bystanders lingered. Stan and Ford climbed out, looking up to
the house ablaze and slowly falling in on itself. Stan pushed the hair from his
forehead and mutter a quiet “Well, fuck.” Ford’s stomach was doing
uncomfortable flips. Dipper would be a mess and as much as he loathed Cipher,
he didn't want to see Dipper go through-
That's when he looked to the crying girls on the porch. Fear prickled his skin
and sent waves of chills down his spine. “Where's Dipper.”
Stan looked around at his brother's question trying to scope their nephew out
but he came up empty. “Oh shit.”
Running up to Mabel and her friends, Stanford yelled in a panic “Where's your
brother!?” When Mabel just cried louder, Grenda addressed the distruat older
men with tears in her voice.
“Dipper beat up some guys? And then, he just ran into the building and hasn't
come back out.”
Stan was practically sprinting towards the house but Blubs blocked his way and
Ford grabbed ahold of his brother tightly. “Don't make me use my taser on you,
old man.” Blubs warned. Stan fought against his brother's hold crying out “That
little idiot! Who does he think he is!? Somebody! You've got to save him!” Ford
continued to hold his brother tightly even after Stanley sagged as hopelessness
settled in.
“‘Fire department is havin’ trouble gettin’ here on the count of all those
craters in the road. You folks should probably have a seat. He might still come
out.” They heard Blubs but couldn't move. Not sure how to move anymore.
“I'm sirry for your loss.” Durland said taking off his hat before Blubs elbowed
him roughly. “Shush. Not yet, baby.” “Oh, oh. My bad.”
With every crunch of wood, the house collapsed more and more and with it, their
chances of seeing Dipper again. Stan and Ford had gravitated over to the porch
where they brought Mabel close. The fire truck sirens began to draw closer when
Durland spotted someone staggering out of the house shell.
He rang his cowbell and gave a happy yip. Everyone looked hopefully to where he
was pointing “Whoowee! Looks like we've got ourselves a live one!”
Dipper stumbled out the front door, tumbled down the porch steps where he laid
unconscious and gasping for air. Blubs and Durland were followed close behind
by the Pines family. They carefully carried him away from the house as the fire
department arrived. A request for an ambulance was made and the fire was
tackled with a water hose.
Mabel was still crying as she held her brother's hand in the back of the
ambulance. Ford and Stan were driving behind the ambulance and Soos, Melody,
and Wendy were already at the hospital. In all honesty, Mabel really wanted to
beat Dipper up for putting her through all this. He was wearing an oxygen mask
as the paramedics worked to close a deep cut on his arm.
He came to at some point on the way to the hospital. His eyes glaze and red
rolled around in his head until they found her. Mabel wasn't sure how to act in
this kind of situation and gave an awkward, forced smile. “Uh, hey, you! You're
lookin’... great?”
One of the paramedics pulled back the breathing mask when Dipper started moving
his lips. In a hoarse, not-her-brother-voice (much to raspy), Dipper told her,
“Bill’s dead.”
And then he was out again. Mabel’s eyes stung with new tears. She didn't care
how it sounded, without looking away from Dipper's face she asked “When he
pulls through, can we put him on suicide watch?”
Chapter End Notes
     Yes yes, I know this is all horrible but I just let my fingers do all
     the work and this is what happened.
     One more chapter and then the epilogue. I hope you look forward to
     the conclusion of this story.
***** It's Between Me and Me *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey~ so! This will be then ending. But for clarification and
     satisfaction there will an epilogue posted shortly after this
     chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hospitals always creeped Dipper out. Ever since he could remember they reminded
him of sickness, dreaded shots, and death. If you were in the hospital, chances
were you were there for one of those three things.
The room he had was one of the creepiest he had ever been in. He found himself
in retrance. Held down to a bed that smelled of ointment and plastic. His first
clear thought was that this room was his own private hell. Of course, then he
had seen Mabel and Wendy sitting in comfortable looking hospital chairs and
talking back and forth in hushed voices.
He groaned as pain ached through his face and they looked up to see him looking
around. Mabel put down the magazine she had been flipping through and rushed to
his side with a relieved smile. “Dipper! Wanna know how long a nap you took
this time? You definitely broke my record!”
Wendy stood with a pleased smile “look who's back to the land of the living.
I'll go tell everyone you're awake.” Dipper watched her go, half in a daze
before turning back to Mabel “How long was I out?” “Seventy-two hour, forty-six
minutes, and roughly twelve seconds.” Wow. That was a long time. A voice in his
head scuffed. Maybe Dipper also got brain damage. He pushed that voice away and
let out a long sigh.
“Mabel…” he wraps and Mabel quickly poured him a glass of water from the
bedside pitcher. “I know. Sorry about the restraints. I kinda freaked and told
the doctors you may be suicidal.” He could not find a response to that for
several long moments, then looked away. “Thanks.”
She bit her lip and continued on reluctantly “eh, yeah. Also, Mom and Dad were
here. We only told them that… he was your friend. Dad was yelling at the Stans
a few hours ago. Then Mom and him left to book a motel room.” The room hung in
a brief lull, where neither of them could say anything but the pressure was too
much and Mabel tacked on with a dorky voice “Sorry you had to wake up to this
crap storm.”
“It's fine, I guess. I mean, it's what I get for running into a burning
building.” His fingers came up and felt at the breathing tubes in his nose and
in an effort to lighten the mood Mabel punched him in the shoulder lightly
“Yeah, and you elbowed a cop!”
“And punched a kid.” He added, grimacing at the ache in his knuckles from their
collision with Gideon’s face. She narrowed her eyes at him but a smile gave her
away “My brother is such a badass.”
“A badass that's in pain.”
“Still a badass, though.”
“Mm-hm. These restraints really add to my badassery. I could go for some more
drugs right about now.”
They both were grinning at each other like loons until the familiar sound of
the door opening drew their attention away. Stanley and Stanford stood in the
doorway with relief dripping from their expressions. Ford took a step inside.
“Mabel, can we have a moment with Dipper, please?” She looked disappointed but
got up from her chair nonetheless. “Better watch out. That guy right there will
jack you up! I'll tell the nurse you need more meds on my way back to the
lobby.” Giving both confused looking Grunkles thumbs ups she backed slowly out
of the room.
With the door once again closed, Stanford took up the seat Mabel had just
vacated while Stanley stood with his arms crossed next to his twin.
“I'm sorry-” “No need to be.” Dipper quickly cut in. Stanford took a moment to
process the quick reply and Stan took the open air as his time to ask out right
“what the hell happened?” Ford was about say something else to change the
undoubtedly painful topic but after only one beat Dipper answered “Mrs.Waters
tied him to a chair in his room and poured gasoline all over the house before
lighting the fuel and shooting herself in the head.”
Ford’s stomach twisted in sympathy and he went to pet Dipper bedhead down but
his hand was slapped away with a hiss of, “Don't touch me!” His voice was cold
and nothing like how Ford could ever remember it sounding like. Hollow.
Right, right. Because hissing was a thing normal people do. I'm not having that
gross hand in my hair.
Stanford's lip drew into a thin line and Dipper could almost see the gears in
his head working out a problem in his head. “Bill's Remains were found. It's in
surprisingly gods condition too. I wonder way that is. He was in a burning
building after all. If you are up for it you could help with the identification
process later, it would really help-”
“What the hell are you bringing that up f-” Stanley started but Stanford
continued “I really would like to know why you opened such a wide cut in your
arm when you were inside there. Was Bill still alive? Did you help him escape
somehow?”
Dipper’s eyes filled with tears and suddenly he was sobbing. “He-He wasn't
moving and I thought.. if I could give him some of my blood he would… could be
alive!” He started to really let loose heart wrenching cries of pain.
Stanford was shocked by the tears. He had been almost certain that Dipper had
traded places with Bill. But now he realized his blunder. This was indeed
Dipper and his cold, detached attitude was the only thing holding him together.
Now that he had broken even that…
“What the fuck was that? You cruel bastard!” Stanley roared and hit his brother
upside the head. “I’m, uh, sorry, Dipper. I thought-” Ford tried to amend his
mistake but Stanley grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and hauled him
towards the door, searing with rage “Yeah, you thought nothing! I'll be back in
a minute, Dipper!” They both left the room, leaving Dipper crying hysterically.
Great job on the water works, kid. Really sealed the deal.
Dipper stopped crying the moment the door shut behind them and he sighed
happily. The feeling of another stirring in his mind was like a tight hug from
inside.
You okay? Ford was getting suspicious.
Takes a lot more than Fordzy getting suspicious to make me cry.
Dipper rolled his eyes and leaned forward as much as his restraints would allow
and slurped down some much needed water from the straw Mabel had put in his
cup.
Mm. I like the way your body feels all tied up.
You know, you better keep stuff like that to yourself until I can put you back
in your body or you won't like what I'll do to it.
Bet you I will.
Whatever, I'm taking a nap now so it's light out for you.
But we just woke up!
And I'm tired.
Fine, fine.
Thanks.
Sleep tight my little Pinetree~ I'll make sure the big bad dream demon doesn't
eat any of your memories or make you have wet dreams of his sexy bod.
Good…
Dipper smiled and closed his eyes. Bill was going be an annoying (very
annoying) part of his mind for an indefinite amount of time that only he would
know about but that was fine by him. Bill would be all his for the rest of
their intertwined lives.
If Bill had heard that last thought than he opted to not tease Dipper, just
this once
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you liked this chapter. And I will see you back for the very
     last chapter soon~!
***** Epilogue *****
Chapter Notes
     Well, this be-ith the end-ith. I hope this brings you some closure.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It had come out in a therapy session his parents had forced him to attend that
Dipper's ‘friend’ that died that summer was more than just a friend. The
violent mood swings his parents had reportedly seen in him, his therapist
thought might be signs of dissociative identity disorder brought on by the
traumatic murder of his lover.
Dipper had nodded at all the cues to nod, showing that he was understanding her
and shook her hand and thanked her before leaving. Two months later, his
parents, Mabel, and him had taken a weekend trip up to Gravity Falls. The first
time he was allowed to in two years.
His mom had been wary about letting him visit James and Georgina Waters’ graves
but had consented with the promise of bringing Mabel with him.
They met up with Stanley and Stanford who had stopped living in Soos and
Melody’s basement after baby JJ (Jesus Jr.) had come along and now they lived
in a cabin in the woods closer to town.
Dinner had been strained between the Stans and Mabel and Dipper's parents. But
they had suffered through it.
In the middle of the night, Dipper and Mabel had snuck out to the graveyard.
When they returned to their sunny home in California, their parents were
surprised to see the drastic improvement of Dipper's mood. The violent mood
swings had stopped abruptly.
He stopped seeing his therapist and moved into a small apartment closer to his
college campus not long after.
And things were great.
Besides when things like this happened.
He had opened the front door of the apartment after a long day of lectures and
had only gotten around to tossing his book bag to the side when he saw the dead
body sprawled out on the loveseat.
With an unamused glare he shoved the tall blond off his chair and took
satisfaction in the loud smack of his boyfriend’s head hitting the wood coffee
table.
There was a long, comfortable silence and Dipper took the time to settle into
the seat before the first inhale of breath flooded the body scrunched up on the
floor.
“You gotta stop leaving your body around.” Dipper announced as Bill sat up and
stretched. He was shuffling through a stack of papers when the demon plopped
down onto the seat beside him. “Oh, but your reaction-” “That only happened
twice! If I knew you would try to give me a heart attack everyday I would have
killed you when I had the chance.”
Bill grinned and leaned in, pressing his lips to the shell of Dipper's ear and
nipped at it. “You always say the sweetest things~” the brunette pulled away
from him and covered his burning ear with his hand as blush spread across his
face “S-stop! I'm still mad at you for this morning.”
An irritated sigh escaped Bill's lips and he tossed his head back dramatically
“You didn't even listen to my whole idea!” Dipper tossed him a heated glare
“Anything that starts off with you saying ‘ski masks, lube, and body shaming’
is bound to be stupid.”
“I said body worship with a hint of shame. The way you say it makes it sound
dumb.” Bill corrected
Dipper laid back against cushions, giving up on the ridiculous argument and let
his mind wonder.
There were still nightmares… more often that he liked to admit. But these
nightmares were different than the ones before. These ones often focused on the
Waters’ house up in flames. The dead body of Georgina Waters was the less
terrifying ones out of the lot. Her corpse speaking to him was nothing compared
to the dreams where he made it up the stairs.
A shiver ran through Dipper's back and closed his eyes on the horrid
nightmares. He had to remind himself that that was just his mind messing with
him. That Bill and himself were fine, right?
Yes, yes. Don't get the nightmares confused with reality again.
That had sounded like Bill’s voice dripping in annoyance in his head. Dipper
opened his eyes and glared over at his boyfriend. That occasionally still
happened. Dipper had gotten pretty good at fending off Bill from his mind over
all this time but every now and then, when Dipper's thoughts were particularly
loud and ‘obnoxious’ (as the demon put it) Bill would drift from his reanimated
body a little and nudge the pesky thoughts away.
Back in that burning house Dipper had made probably the best idea pitch anyone
half suffocated could. After days of rethinking the wording to their deal he
had discovered a loophole that just might save Bill. One thing that Bill had
not made more specific. ‘You have to kill me in this body so I can
tack back my old body’
had been his exact wording. Maybe he had left the wiggle room unknowingly
wanting Dipper to find it and save him. With another blood sacrifice, Bill had
just enough juice to transfer his consciousness into Dipper's head. But that
body wasn't just some poor guy Bill was taking out on a joy ride. No, that body
was Bill's body. With his consciousness no longer inside, the heart and brain
activity stopped. But he was still connected enough to keep his body from
rotting.
Dipper had killed Bill Cipher. The rules of the deal had never stated that he
couldn't bring him back to life.
Because of all the commotion about the return of Bill, Dipper had chosen to
tell everyone that he was dead, rather than tell them that Bill’s consciousness
was hiding out in his head.
Mebel of course had figured it out no more than two months after they had
returned home after catching him mumbling his reply to something the demon had
said inside his head.
After two years literally inseparable, Bill was allowed back into his body
Dipper and Mabel had dug up on their first trip back to Gravity Falls.
It had been harder for a while after that. Bill had been secretly sleeping in
Dipper's car until he finally had enough to buy his current apartment.
Dipper titled his head towards Bill to find the demon looking back at him
expectantly. Even if he tried, he was positive he couldn't keep the smile off
his face. Feigning reluctance, Dipper open his arms invitingly. As he expected
would happen, Bill tacklesd him back against the arm of the loveseat and
connected their lips passionately.
If Dipper asked, Bill would have denied it but Dipper was positive that when he
had told him his plan for saving him in that burning house, The idea that he
could be with Dipper was all it took to drop the idea of dying. He often said
that he decided to stay with him because he thought that his human body was
devilishly attractive for a human and then he would go off on a rant about how
Dipper should be grateful.
Bill pulled back from the kiss with a fake innocently hopeful expression “Hey,
Pinetree. I love you~” Dipper smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Still not doing the ski mask thing.”
“Dang it.”
 
The End
Chapter End Notes
     And de all lived happily ever after (besides Mrs. Waters) I hope you
     liked this story. Thanks for sticking it through. If you have any
     final thoughts about the story I'd love to read them down below.
     Again, thanks a whole lot and maybe (hopefully) I'll see you around
     for another billdip story~
End Notes
     So~? How do you like it so far? I plan to post a new chapter ever
     four days (unless something comes up) and this story will be fairly
     long, so please stick around for more! My beta reader has given up
     after chapter 31 so please forgive the many spelling mistakes that my
     eyes did not catch.
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