Bill had only come because nowhere else in Gravity Falls would hire a thirteen (thousand) year old. They turned him down on his looks, saying no one would ever be tricked into thinking he was an adult. His desperation for $8.00 an hour led him inside The Mystery Shack, where a man named Stan Pines had given him a job right off the bat, no questions asked. Though it didn't help him learn anything new about this town, he did like it.
Sweeping the floors and hanging up signs didn't seem like something an ancient demon would do, but Bill took pride in what he did. Over the years he had done many things, watched time change. Though there were no wrinkles on his dark skin or grey in his unnatural yellow hair, he had seen many things. Some of those things bothered even him, and doing work like this was a good distraction for him.
He had met a number of odd but wonderful humans while there. Soos was one of the kindest humans Bill had ever met, and he wished that people could see beyond his man child appearance. Stan was greedy, but underneath the man had a heart. Bill wished that more could be like him; too many lacked the heart Stan had, and simply filled the cavity in their chest with money. Wendy was mischievous, energetic, and always a step ahead of everyone. Mabel was creative, kind, and always ready to hang out with Bill. Dipper was… Well, he was helping Bill solve the mystery of Gravity Falls, though it seemed that they'd never find an answer. It was always better to have someone around to help you than not.
If what Dipper looked like in an ugly werewolf costume was a mystery, then it would be solved. Bill had been ignoring the Pines twins so that he could help put away new overpriced souvenirs. Mabel had been giving Dipper dares, most of which he refused. One Mabel had been adamant on, and he'd relented. This must have been it.
He scowled. Mabel had her phone out and was snapping pictures, laughing all the while.
"Look at this dork!"
"I am not a dork!"
"Oh, then I guess you're a were-dork!"
Bill rolled his eyes, but then looked back at Dipper. He truly did look angry.
"Don't werewolves attack their enemies?"
For a moment he seemed confused, but then Dipper shot him a quick smile and them jumped forward.
"Hey, that's my phone!"
"You have a case!"
He smiled and turned away. They could discuss this later, or maybe they wouldn't. Either way, Bill had other things to do.
The last thing he noticed before he went to make sure that the unicorn made of corn wasn't missing any corn was Dipper's bum raised high, the crack of it barely hidden by a fake fur tail.
