A light blonde suited man stepped in and sat on a stool slouching his back and had the very edge of his chin resting on his intertwined gloved fingers with his shiny black cane dangling off of the bend of his elbow on a sleeve with barely a care to it. He looked around by turning his head before starring at a man's back from behind the counter. The man turned with an apron on over his stomach and eyed him grumpily, or rather annoyed.
"What do you want this time, Bill." The tender looked at him, he came just often for information. Bill grinned in his eye and lipped smile, the triangle patch starred back at his tender. "The regular I see." he said turning to make the and mix the drink, the lightest dink on the hard menu. It swished as Bill tipped his top hat in appreciation. He wasn't even going to take a of it sip putting money on the counter. He wanted to be able to aim his small, old Russian revolver perfectly sober.
His leg swung around with the stool as he looked at the other costumers. He would be here soon enough, but soon enough not for Bill. Bill glared as one rather young woman looked at him too keenly, she was well built and wearing "That" kind of clothing. He turned back, this was now a waste of time, he was too impatient. He stood up brushed off his yellow suit and walked out the door grumpily. Why didn't people ever consider he had very important work to do?
In the small, black, inconspicuous car he looked at the back of his driver and handed him a card to the address he wanted to go to, okay fine then. If he wasn't going to come to him then he'd just come to him instead. Bill sat silent hiding his inner rage at the fact that he was growing rather impatient with his progress for the night, he needed to get more done than this. With less time wasted that was though.
The building was wrecked, but it didn't fool Bill at all. he crossed his arms looking at it. He turned back around. "Stay here, get ready to have a party, one extra guest." the now lone driver only sighed to himself. He had gotten used to his dastardly schemes, such as kidnapping, stealing (As in large thefts), and of course murder. Bill himself was always into partying in and excitement, but he still was not to be taken lightly ever. He was a psychopath in the reality of it all, a psychopath that knew lots of things.
Bill walked up old wooden stairs upon stairs quickly as you could in a suit, in his yellow suit. The elevators weren't working, it was still an old building though. Everywhere was darkened only lit by clips small of moonlight. Time to pay a visit he thought to himself. A good old friend with many secrets and answers, but none the less he was also a genius. Bill knew he had the leads to take him down and so may other thing that would be useful to Bill. A large dark door came upon his sights with blue light glowing out the edges, it was the one.
He opened it slowly as he saw him at a computer, things were scattered like papers and such about in the room. His dirty trench coat hung over a chair as Bill could only see his messy brown hair. He stepped in quietly walking to the man. Avoiding papers were hard, but Bill somehow managed to do it before finding himself by a computer chair.
Focused about the information laying there on the blue lit screen he nearly jumped out of his skin as cold metal made contact with his head, and this wasn't the plate inside of his head. "How's it been, ol' six fingers?"
Dipper Pines sipped his coffee slowly at the kitchen table. It was one of few days off, crime didn't take a break, but Dipper was only human. Cream and sugar, but not as much as sleeping Mabel. 2 small spoon fulls of sugar, 5 large spoon fulls. He just had to wonder if there was any room in the cup for actual coffee. Detective Dipper looked at the clock, what was Mable doing last night. Good thing her store was closed on Sundays, she would have been late for her own work by now. Arts and crafts supplies filled the shelves.
Waddles had passed away unfortunately, but he was a pig after all. There was a small shine to him in the store even, just a rock with writing on it; here lies Waddles.
A wake up call of a repeated beeping noise that was actually a wall phone rang. Dipper spat out his coffee and picked it. He pressed it to his ear as he read the number coming to him.
"Hello?" Dipper raised an eyebrow wondering who the caller could even be.
"Dipper, it's Chris." well it was Chris.
"Oh hey Chris, what's going on, do they need me to come in today after all?"
"No Dipper. You know the building that was presumed abandoned, someone called to say the saw someone being dragged into a car. We looked in the building. Blood, looked at some papers, Ford Pines. I'm sorry Dipper you're uncle's been kidnapped or maybe even murdered."
Dipper's blood ran cold at the sound of the name.
"I'm coming down right there away." he said slamming the phone into the wall. As he spun he saw a Pajama covered Mabel, with her bathrobe untied though. She looked at him worryingly, he looked really pale now.
"Is something wrong Dipper?" she questioned him. He grabbed a coat and shoved it on along with his worn old out pine tree hat. No time to explain to you, goodbye now.
"I just have some extra work, that's all." he spat out opening the door to step out. Mabel sopped him.
"Be honest Dipper, you were supposed to have the day off." she gave him a rather cold look. It would've been twin day if he didn't have to go.
"It's fine Mabel." he said shoving her off and slammed the door that almost hit her. She stepped back and sighed. What was he hiding, he was always hiding something from her she thought to herself. She stepped over to the coffee pot with her mug beside the coffee maker. The sugar bowl was nearly empty so she just held it and poured it all into her cup of half decently warm coffee. She took a small sip from her cup and smiled, she didn't even stir it as wet sugar just sloshed into her mouth slowly.
"C'mon Dipper, why? Why on our twin day?" she sighed taking another sip. She walked over to the fridge. Reaching inside she grabbed a plastic glass full of pink drink, she just needed Mabel juice for once. Sweet it was, just like old times. She coughed choking a little. Feeling something hard in her mouth she spat. A small plastic dinosaur. She giggled picking it up.
"Who could be mad at someone so cute like you!" she said rubbing its slobbery soft plastic up against her cheek. She put it in her pink bathrobe pocket before drinking the rest of her Mabel juice. She went over to the phone and looked, of course! Searching through the caller history she saw that the police had called, must've been for Dipper.
It had to be something for Dipper to be in such a hurry like that. She sighed rubbing her head. Oh boy. She dialed 911 and picked up the phone.
"Can you get me Dipper Pines please...Mm hm, mm hm." she listened to even more. "He's where?! Okay bye." she slammed the phone back into the wall. She ran into her sneakers sloppily and started running not even bothering to close the door behind her or getting dressed. She just started running down the street and everywhere else stopping to breathe a bunch. After settling down with Dipper and opening up a her craft shop she wasn't in the best shape.
Dipper looked in the room. He brushed through papers, nothing was found to have any evidence. Ford was always so distant, like he was running away from something, or someone perhaps. But who was Ford running from? He looked at one of the papers, blood was smeared all over it. He threw it down, no it meant nothing to him though. He was so mad and angry, and only wanted to find out who wanted to do this to his great uncle, his own gruncle.
The door flew open as Mable appeared. She looked furious.
"Dipper how could you! This is our gruncle Dipper! You should've told me!" she shouted at him completely disregarding the blood and papers. Dipper jumped surprised to see her here, he thought for a moment.
At the moment something caught Dipper's eye. One piece of paper had a triangle on it in blood with a circle in the middle. Dipper had heard of the symbol before and knew who it belonged to, the one man that the police had never been able to catch but knew what he had done to society. He was the one game changer to them all, a mastermind of the criminal society, and one to definitely be feared by all.
Mable wasn't going to leave since it was twin day though, then maybe this would just have to be the comeback of the mystery twins. Dipper sighed giving in to his own thoughts.
"Mabel, we're going down to the station." he said sternly as he marched out the door with her following him.
"Why Dipper, is it some weird detective stuff that made you forget out Twin day!" she glared at him.
"Look Mabel I'm sorry, but once we get down there I need you to help me find every file you can on Bill Cipher."