Note: Because dark and creepy oneshots have been requested in my other series of oneshots called Shots in the Dark, I have decided to create another series of oneshots to practice writing dark stories.

Summary: When the Northwest's held their annual party in Gravity Falls, Dipper didn't expect he'd be forced to attend. Or that he'd be dragged to the summer home of the two wealthiest men in the world.

Pairing: Billdip and Dipeon (both one-sided)

Snatched by the Ritzys

Shoes tapping on the sidewalk, the nineteen year old stuffed his hands into his vest pockets and absently scanned the store display windows. Unfortunately, all the store owners were busy camping out in front of the Northwest manor. He sighed as yet another limo cruised along the empty street, surely heading to the fancy party that his sister desperately craved to attend.

Deciding to return to the Mystery Shack, Dipper rolled back his shoulders and strode down the pavement. Had he been paying more attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed something odd.

The limo slowed to a slop.

Then rolled backwards.

When Dipper's warning instincts flared, he turned on his heel just as a car door swung open and a gloved hand reached out to snatch his arm. The limb dragged his startled form into the limo and the door slammed shut behind him. The limo resumed its cruise.

Gasping and sprawled across a stranger's lap, Dipper looked up to see a grinning face framed by blond locks.

"Wh–"

"I'm Bill!" The man chirped, sliding a gloved hand through Dipper's hair and tightening his grip. "And you're now my plus one to a party!"

"Ow!" Dipper yelped and struggled against the hold. "What the hell? Let me go!"

"Ah, ah, ah," a southern twang chided and the teen shifted his gaze onto the speaker sitting across from his abductor. "If you found a diamond in the rough, would you be inclined to let it go?"

Dipper scrunched his face. "What are you talking about? Just let me go already!"

"Oh pardon me, I'm Gideon. Nice to meet you…" the poofy haired blond waved a hand, gesturing for the teen to supply his name.

Dipper huffed. "I don't think it's wise to tell kidnappers my name. You know, stranger danger and all."

Gideon raised a brow. "Oh? Don't you recognize who we are?"

The teen took a moment to study both their faces. "Nope. Don't have a clue. Now let me go."

Bill puffed his chest. "You are speaking to two of the wealthiest men in the world. You should be honored."

"Honored to be kidnapped? I don't think so." Dipper struggled to remove the blond's hand off his head. "I don't care who you are–kidnapping is bad! Now let me go!"

Bill huffed. "Gideon, get the spare tux."

The second blond grinned and reached beneath the seats. Dipper furrowed his brows as the young man revealed an all black tux.

Bill hummed. "It'll be a little big on you because it was made for me, but it'll have to do."

"Wait, what?" DIpper nearly choked on his own spit. "You're expecting me to wear that? Why?"

"Why, so you can attend the party, of course!" Gideon clarified

The teen spluttered. "You can't be serious."

"Oh we're dead serious, hon. Now it's time for you to change."

Bill finally released the teen's hair and Dipper hurriedly rolled off the creep's lap and crashed onto the floor. He boosted himself to his knees and peered out the window. Wincing, he realized jumping out of the car at the speed they traveled could end with several unpleasant injuries.

He sighed. "You just want me to wear the suit?"

The blonds' grins didn't ease his worries.

He narrowed his eyes. "And if I still say no?"

"That," Gideon examined his nails, "is a problem we can easily rectify."

The teen scowled. "Yeah? How?"

Bill grinned. "I don't suppose you believe in magic, do you?"

Dipper scoffed. "Magic doesn't exist."

"Then you're in for quite the surprise." Gideon smirked. "Do it, Bill."

"Do what?" Dipper spat.

The tux wearing man once again snatched Dipper's arm and dragged him close, sitting the teen between his legs. Dipper pushed against the man's chest but the stranger's grip was firm. Bill began to chant in a foreign language. Latin, maybe?

As Bill continued, the teen's eyes began to glow a light blue. Dipper gasped when the man's gloved hand erupted into blue flames and painful energy then coursed through his veins and he tried to pull away. Bill held on tight and planted his free hand over Dipper's mouth as the teen screamed.

Just as quickly as the pain had come, it vanished.

The flames diminished, the pain receded, and Dipper gasped like a fish out of water. He looked up with wide eyes to see Bill smirking down at him.

"What…" he panted, "was that?"

"You have now been leashed, pet." Bill's grin stretched. "There's no escape for you."

Dipper's stomach churned as the man released him and he dropped to the floor. Though the pain was gone, he found his body drained and moving a struggle.

"Put on the tux." Gideon demanded.

The teen narrowed his eyes and panted. "No."

Bill sneered. "No? Care to rephrase your answer before I teach you some obedience training?"

Dipper struggled to his knees. "No." He repeated.

Bill clenched his fist and shocks of pain shot through the teen. Dipper screamed and dropped back to the floor, writhing as as his nerves felt as if they were bursting into flame.

"Stop!" He gasped. "Make it stop!"

"Obey us." Gideon pressured. "And it will."

"Fine!" Dipper yelped. "Okay! Just stop!"

Promptly, the jolts of agony ceased and Dipper sagged. Gasping for air once more, he dragged his eyes over to the blue-suited monster as the man cleared his throat and held out the tux.

Biting his lip, Dipper fought to sit upright and accepted the clothing. He sighed, sweat beading down his temple, and paused.

"Wait...where do I change?"

"Here." The tux-wearing creep answered.

The teen protested. "But–"

Bill held up his hand and smiled sickeningly sweet. "Would you like another round?"

"N–no…" Dipper averted his gaze and his face flamed. "So I just...change in here…?"

"Yes, now hurry up." Gideon tapped his foot, watching.

Dipper swallowed and complied. Shakily, nerves numb from the shockwaves, Dipper removed his vest and t-shirt and slid on the formal shirt and bowtie. He swallowed harshly when he eyes landed on the pants.

"Could you two stop staring?" He prodded but Bill just raised his hand. "Nevermind…"

Inhaling, he slipped off his jeans and hastily slid on the black slacks.

"There." He tugged on the clothing. "I'm dressed."

"Much better!" Gideon clapped his hands together. "Now we just gotta fix that nest of yours and you'll be good to go!"

The blue-suited man whipped out a hairbrush and grabbed the teen's arm, dragging him onto the seat next to him. Dipper wriggled but didn't protest as the young man brushed his unruly hair. He winced as the brush untangled his curly hair but didn't protest, fearing bodily harm.

"Done!" Gideon chirped and set the brush aside as he looked out the window. "And just in time too–we're here!"

The teen inhaled sharply as Gideon wrapped an arm around his waist and guided him out of the car. Dipper's eyes widened when he found he had to lean on the young man in order to support his weight.

Just how badly did the shocks fry his muscles if he could barely manage to stand? Anger coiled in his gut and his eyes narrowed. Just who the hell did these men think they were? Criminals. That's what they were.

But who would believe him if he told the truth? The two men were apparently rich and magically powerful, they could bribe or–or curse anyone to believe them over him.

Humming next to his ear startled him from his thoughts. As awareness returned, he realized a chin rested upon his head and another arm had looped itself on the other side of his waist. How did he not notice Bill grabbing his figure?

Damn, he was really out of it.

Shaking his head, he realized he had fully slumped against Gideon's side and he hastily straightened. His fried muscles crumpled beneath him and he gasped as he teetered against Bill's side and sank into his hold.

"Unresponsive muscles are a side-effect of the spell." Bill whispered into his ear and oh how he wanted to just punch the monster in the face.

Dipper gritted his teeth as the blonds tag-teamed to drag him through the party doors. Classical music washed over his ears and refined guests strolled about the massive room. Hope flared. The men wouldn't risk causing a scene, so this was his chance to escape!

Dipper tried to struggle but with a horrified observance, he realized he couldn't. His muscles remained unresponsive. He wasn't even sure if he was holding himself up or if that was the blonds holding him up.

The men guided him through the crowd to a round table. Gideon untangled his arm to pull out a wooden carved chair and Bill sat him down. Dipper tried to wriggle as Bill pulled a chair next to his own but found, with a sinking heart, that his body still wouldn't move.

"How long does this last?" He hissed to Bill who only smirked.

"You won't be able to move under your own power for hours." The man answered.

Dipper protested. "But how will I get home?"

Bill grinned. "Private jet plane."

The teen scrunched his face. "To go to the Mystery Shack? It's only an hour drive!"

"Did we not tell you?" Gideon sauntered into sight, placing plates of food atop the table. "You're going home with us."

Dipper froze. "What?"

Gideon smirked. "You live with us now."

Dipper's jaw worked soundlessly for a moment before he exploded. "What?"

Bill and Gideon glared at him as his shout drew stares. Undeterred, Dipper continued loudly. "What do you mean I–"

"Dipper?" A nasally voice exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

The teen blinked as a blonde sauntered into sight. "Pacifica?"

"Don't sound so surprised, dork, I live here. How did you get in?"

"Hey, I don't even want to be–"

"Anywhere but here!" Gideon hastily finished his sentence and shot him a glare. "He's with us, Ms. Northwest."

Pacifica raised a brow as her gaze shifted from the blue suited man to the scowling teen. "Somehow I doubt that…" she muttered and turned to leave.

"Pacifica, wait!" Dipper called, realizing a chance of escape was leaving. "I need your–"

"Would you like some more punch?" Bill overrode his voice with volume and a grin of shark's teeth.

Pacifica swished into the crowd and out of sight, apparently not having heard him over the sound of the crowd and Bill's interruption. Dipper sank in his seat as his cheeks heated. He did not like the glares the blonds kept sending his way. He was probably going to pay for that later…

Bill's smile stained as his glare darkened. "Listen you little brat, any more funny business and we are going to give you–"

"What?" Dipper snapped. "You can't do anything to me while we're in public or you risk your so-called good name."

"Maybe not." Bill agreed but his smile stretched. "But we'll be out of the public eye soon enough and you'll be at our mercy."

"What is wrong with you?" The teen growled. "You two are some sick–"

Gideon swept his hand across the table, reaching for a napkin that just so happened to be near Dipper's beverage. The blond's hand bumped against the glass and the drink toppled over, spilling punch all over the brunet's pants. Dipper gasped and recoiled.

"Oops~" Gideon sang quietly before adopting a concerned expression and announcing loudly. "Oh, so sorry about that, hon. Let's get you cleaned up!"

Gideon snatched the Dipper's arm and dragged him out of the chair. Wrapping an arm around the teen's waist, Gideon checked to tighten his grip and secure the limp teen in the hold.

"Here, hon, you look a little tired. Why don't we get you changed and I'll drive you home?" Gideon turned slightly. "Bill? Would you mind terribly to take care of that little mess?"

Bill grinned, napkins in his hand. "Not a problem."

The teen tried to wriggle but his muscles wouldn't comply. Gideon half-carried him through the crowd and out the door and to the limo. Shoving him inside the parked vehicle, so his back crashed to the floor, Gideon climbed in and slammed the door shut.

"Alright, brat," Gideon snapped. "You're little stunt is going to cost you."

Dipper had a feeling taunting the blond was a bad idea, but he couldn't resist. "I doubt my money would make much of a difference to your wallet."

Gideon lifted a brow. "Cocky, aren't we?" He prowled atop the teen, face inches from Dipper's. "It's a good thing you're priceless or you'd be homeless if we sued you for ruining that expensive tuxedo."

The brunet snarled. "You spilled the punch and you kidnapped me! Don't you know that's a crime!"

Gideon smiled and lidded his eyes, leaning closer and Dipper paled. The creep couldn't be about to do what Dipper thought he was about to do.

The teen protested. "W–wait, what are you–"

The door swung open and Gideon scowled as a force shoved him off the teen. "Bill!"

The blond rolled his eyes as he clambered inside, stepping over the prone brunet to sit on the seat. "You were blocking my way."

The blue suited young man huffed and crossed his arms, moving onto the seat opposite Bill. Now that all parties were present, the limo pulled out of the parking lot and cruised to the gates. Dipper tried to shift but his muscles still wouldn't respond. Would someone even be able to see him through the tinted windows of the car? Would they know he was kidnapped? Maybe if he screamed they'd hear him?

"Don't even think about it." Bill idly tugged on his glove and flexed his fingers.

Dipper's eyes widened. "How'd you–"

"Hon, your face is an open-book." Gideon explained. "Speaking of, we should clean you up…"

Bill grinned. "And isn't it just a shame that he can't change clothes himself?"

"We really do need to help him." Gideon agreed.

"Whoa, hold up!" Dipper protested as Bill whipped out a suit from beneath his seat and started to stand.

"Mr. Cipher, Mr. Gleeful," an intercom crackled and all three males jumped. "We have arrived and the private jet is prepared."

The brunet's stomach churned as Bill grinned. "Time to take you home, pet!"

"W–wait you can't be serious!" Dipper blanched as Gideon hefted him over a shoulder and clambered out of the vehicle. "Please tell me this is just some prank!"

The blue-suited young man just hummed and tightened his grip. The teen's heart hammered as he realized they were on a runway, not unlike those at airports, and the Northwest Manor could be spotted not too far away. Was this the Northwest runway then? Hope flared. If he could wiggle free then he could run and–Hope deflated. His fingers couldn't so much as twitch under his will.

How long had Bill said the after-effect would last? Hours? He heaved a sigh.

Gideon climbed a set of steps and soon entered a lavish room. Beneath his inner turmoil, Dipper realized they had entered the plane. His heart pounded with anticipation and he struggled to steady his breathing. He just...he just needed to calm down and everything would be fine.

Right?

Gideon plopped him down into a cushiony and, hopefully fake but probably not, leather chair. A TV screen hung from the ceiling and a table rested in front of him. Dipper swallowed back drool as the scent of food wafted through the spacious aisle. Oh… he hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was almost, what? Dinnertime?

"You look mighty thirsty, hon." Gideon revealed a glass of water. "Here let me help you out."

Dipper tried to protest but the jerk brushed a hand through his hair and forced his head back. The creep pressed the glass against his lips and poured the water. To avoid choking, Dipper swallowed. Odd… Why did the drink taste...off? His vision blurred and his awareness dimmed.

Uh oh…

Dipper passed out.

~oOo~

Note:

Just warning you all that the stories will become creepier and darker over time.