Standing on the edge, the waves hurried below, crashing on the pillars of the bridge. He always loved the ocean. Sharp rocks dug into the sand in the nearest beach in sight, sharp and bright. Ready to tear through any flesh that nears them, but the opaque water seemed to rush right past them without care. California's coast was beautiful in sight, but hell in flesh. It's people were drowning in tax and drought, while the wealth collectors and government swam in money. Scientists and engineers tried to solve the drought, but little was getting anywhere. The world was beautiful, yet a cruel place. Little food was put on the table for him and his twin, as he worked from early morning to late night, with breaks for school. It would be enough for one, but for two, they were struggling.
Parents getting shot in a crossfire shoot by a gang fight left him and his sister without guardians. Their two Great Uncles were out at sea, looking for hidden treasures, and unable to come to their aid right away. Nearly 3 years they had lived on their own, taking the opportunity of the government to not be put up for adoption for having their Great Uncles as guardians, as soon as they come back. Nearly 3 years, they waited. His sister tried not to lose hope, but he had two years ago. There was no one coming for them. No one coming for him. She had friends to cushion her fall when their parents passed. He, however, only had her. Thus his landing was full of sharp rocks just as those dug into the sand. The government pestered them about legal guardians for a while, but quit on their 17th birthday, knowing full well that they will be grown soon.
The air was cool, well, cool for California, and the rough went was a bit unwelcomed and sharp, whipping his brown hair all over his forehead and cheeks. He stared at the sea. The waves below were the most harsh in California. If one were to fall and not be a strong swimmer, they would likely drown. Of course he was a strong swimmer. He lived in California after all. But if he won't swim, he would surely drown. His twin could definitely do for herself. She was a survivor, unlike him. She had people who would take her in without a second thought. People loved her, even her girlfriend and her boyfriend. He should have seen that coming. His sister's personality defined Polysexual. Yeah. She'll hate him, but she'll live. She'll be ok. He...He would never be ok. Never.
After leaving Gravity falls, he thought he was on top of the world, like he could take anything. But the harsh reality stabbed him in the gut, over and over and over again. He watched his parents die, he was beaten senselessly, he was-. Having cutts all over his arms was no proud trophy. If his sister saw, she'd definitely have a sort of fit. Whether it be fuming, sobs, or both. He often hid those scars under his sleeves. But those weren't his only battles. Eating as little as possible had become a habit too. It was hard to feed two people with the little money he got, so he gave all he could to his sister, knowing she could become so much more than he, and covering it all up with 'I got a bonus this month'. She always believed him. He felt like puking every time for telling her any type of lie.
Life was pain. That's what had become of living. Pain. Not just any pain, a pain that makes you feel like you're constantly bleeding, like your going to puke, like your going to lose your mind. Life is a battle, it had always been. But for his sister's sake, it's a battle he'll lose. And one he wish wouldn't end in such a horrible way. He had thought of doing this off a tall building, but he didn't want his sister to see what was left. It would be better for her to see a pale lifeless body, rather than being splattered everywhere on the ground.
Yeah. Ok. He had tried a rope, but a gun was out of the question. That's just as bad as robbing a store! And where would he even get the money for a gun? Sure, he could rob a store, but he would never go so far as to steal just to do what he had been trying to do. Sleeping pills didn't work either. He couldn't sleep as it is, and just doing that made him puke each time. In the end, the rough ripping waves would do, and if that didn't work, it would at least knock him out and let him drown in peace. Why was it so hard to do this? To end this seeming endless battle? But now was the the time. It was time to go. Time to say goodbye to this world. Time wouldn't matter where he was going. Where ever he was going, it likely wasn't good. Hell, or any form of it, seemed to fit what he was about to do just fine.
Walking off the edge of the cliff he was standing on, he plummeted down into the ocean, where the waves instantly took him and pushed him downward. His instantly soaked clothes dragged him down as the wave's currents pressed on each other against his chest, forcing the air out of him. He sunk further down, and soon enough, he was in need of air. Fighting the urge to fight against the currents to swim back up for air, he continued to sink. Further and further, the ocean seemed but a bottomless abyss. Pressure began to build in his chest as well as on the outside. He had made sure to wear heavy clothing today, filling his pockets with large rocks. When he would pass, the leftover air in his body would outweigh the heaviness, so his body wouldn't be stuck decaying on the ocean floor.
His vision and his hearing started to fail him, the ringing and static sound in his ears getting louder and louder until he couldn't hear the slight movements around him, nor could he see it. His eyesight already blurry, was now fading into white. His ears filled his head with pain at the pressure being forced onto it, actually, he hurt everywhere. The earth's pressure combined with the air still left in him made it feel like he was going to explode. But he didn't bother screaming, he didn't have any air left too, besides, it would be over shortly.
A numb feeling overcame the chilly cold and enfold him. He had held it this long, it was about time he let all of it in, make it more quick. He opened his mouth to take a deep breath, but instead filled his lungs full of water, his vision turning to pitch white as the ringing made it feel as if his head would burst. Eyes slipping closed, a briefly felt something slimy on his left ankle and the sweet gentle touch of sand. He must be at the bottom, he wondered as a last thought before drifting into sweet blissful unconsciousness. Finally. He was able to sleep.
Baby birds chirped happily at being fed by their mother, as while the leaves wrestled with the wind, giving all that sweet spring sound and feeling. Feeling was regaining his body, as well as sound. A feeling of anther pressed closely to his, maybe even on top a bit, with quite a bit of warmth helped regain the feeling in his limbs. A warm breath laid on lips before something very soft laid on them, that's when he got air back into his lungs. He let out a hurk and whatever was on him got up.. or off.. or both. He felt his eyes burn as the sun didn't help at all, opening them only to see white being faded back into color. Where was he? This wasn't heaven, was it? Well, if it was, he'd likely not be feeling this horrible. So...Hell maybe? His body felt like a rock. He couldn't find the energy to move, at least until he felt asid rise from his throat. Out of habit, he shot up much to his dismay, and let out the whatever was left in his stomach onto the sand, which seemed to be mostly water. With a grunt, he laid back again and panted. What ever was with him seemed disgusted, for a low hush breath mumbled, "Humans were always disgusting vile creatures." He had no energy to deal with whomever this was. The boy licked his dry salty lips as the taste of bile started to leave his tongue.
He looked over to whomever was near him only to see that his vision was still very blurry. All he could make out was that it was a dark man with bleached tied back hair and a very odd lower body that seemed to be covered in black with golden..triangles? The man sat near him, looking to the sea before looking to the sun. "Damn… Gonna dry out before I reach the water. Should have let him drown. I'd wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for him. The tide is still going down too.." the man spoke with a very low voice. "...Yup. Ganna die." His voice suddenly perked up to an unusual high note. "Really wish I could have gone out better. Like being shot to death by the po po after killing a few people or something." he let out a fond chuckle before looking to the boy. "Hey there squirt. You still alive? Better be. I'm so fucking generous, risking my life and all." What he was talking about, he didn't know, but he didn't have the strength to say anything. His throat hurt, his muscles ached, his head felt like he was being repeatedly hit on cement. He just layed there, watching the sky as clouds blissfully floated by without a care in the world.
For what seemed forever, which was in reality probably only an hour, the young boy, as many called him, finally had enough energy to give out a raspy cough and sit up with a grunt. His eyes still stung, but were still quite blurry. It were going to take a full night for them to readjust. The other near him seemed to be deep in thought as he hunched over himself. Dipper still didn't know what was up with the lower half of him, but from the shape, it looked like a dress? By now he knew that he was alive, but the big question to him right now was WHY someone would save him in a dress? Why the living hell, would someone jump into the water with a dress that huge...And one that only covers half of him no less! The more he thought of the dress, the more he had to question it being a dress.
He looked around. The two were on the beach surrounded by rigid rocks, but they were laid on the clearing. The man must have brought him up to the bridge near the cliff. He looked to his right. Yup. There was the cliff. He looked to the ocean and remembered how much the waves retreated as the sun dared to set. The water had retreated at least half a mile. No fucking shit. It retreats, but he never seen it retreat this much. Must be global warming, or something like that. Looking at the ocean reminded him of how dry his throat was. He coughed again in pain before licking his dry crusty bitten lips. This gained the other's attention. "Well! Look who's up! You have more in you than I thought, kid." He grinned? The boy couldn't tell. "You in pain? GREAT! Know you know how I feel! But it's all good now. I'd never thought you'd have the strength, much less energy, to get up, but LOOK AT THAT! It seems you do!" The guy didn't seem to breath. "Which is great because I need you to pick me up, walk about half a mile, maybe more, and put me back in the ocean."
The boy shook his head. That was impossible. He didn't think he'd be able to make it home much less walk a half mile. Why did he want to go back in the ocean anyways? The man frowned. "I'm gonna die if you dont, kid. You want your savore to die? Cuz I think that counts as murder." He crossed his arms.
"Why?" Was all he could croak out.
"Why? Because I'll dry out! My kind can't be out of the water like this for too long! The only reason i've lasted three hours is because of the mucus on my body, but even that is near dry!" His kind? "And unless you have somewhere closer to take me with water, you better put those legs of yours to some good use." Did this guy ever shut up? "And don't think just because you saved me that we're even. It took me so long to get you up here let alone put air in you and keep your heart beating and WAITING OH MY GOD THE WAITING IT WAS SO BORING do you know how bored I was? I was SO bored. I was trying to think of ways to get back to the water but nothing came to mind when I counted in the sharp rocks surrounding us and I was like 'damn' if only it was night, I could use a pair of legs." This guy didn't know when to stop. He even had to wonder if he had breathed during all of that.
The guy would have likely continued his breathless rabbling, if the boy didn't interrupt him."My house is nearby." He said with a dry rasp voice, forcing the man to shut up.
They stayed in silence for a bit before the man clapped his hands and with a booming voice stated, "Sitting around won't get us any closer kid." The 'kid' got up, but took his time in doing so. His legs hurt like hell and felt like led weighing against gravity of the earth. He looked to the man, expecting him to get up as well, but the man didn't budge.
"Kid… You can't see very well, can you." The man sighed in realization. The boy nodded and the other growled. "Of course you can't. Well.. I can't use my.. 'legs'.. So you're going to have to carry me." The young 'boy' highly doubted he could walk the whole way home without collapsing, let alone carry someone. Seeing him hesitate the man rubbed his temples in annoyance, "You really want me to die, don't you?" He didn't want to be saved. He didn't want to live. But he sure as hell didn't want to drag someone else down with or instead of him. Why would this guy die in the sun? Unless he had some medical issue with being in the sun for too long. Though he was still exhausted beyond all hope, his brain's gears slowly started to crank again. He walked over to the man, with a great slouch, turned his back too him, and bent down, meaning for the other to crawl on. The man did just that but too the boy's dismay, after he felt the warm body lay on his back and muscular arms wrap around his neck and shoulders, he felt quite a few of somethings that were ever so slimy. They kinda felt like they had suction cups on them too. He let out a shiver and pushed the questioning thought too the back of his mind as he stood up with a grunt, before taking a moment to regain his balance.
Starting on the path, he was horribly slow and wobbly, threatening to tumble over at every step. The man on his back griped onto the soggy shirt in attempt to not fall off while, whatever was wrapped around the boy's waist, kept squeezing harder and harder until he felt like he'd puke again. Though, he had no one to blame but himself. He was the one who dragged this guy into his death wish mess, and forced him to save his selfish ass while sacrificing himself with his skin condition of some sort. The walk, that looked more like he was drunk off his ass, went on for quite some time in silence, at least until the man spotted a couple further down. "Might want to take the back alley, kid. Don't think they'll take kind too two men drenched while one is walking like he just drank hell dry." If the kid was in his right mind, he'd question it more, but at the moment, his mind was too worn to questioning such things, but even so, as they slipped into another ally, the gears in his mind continued to turn slowly, because WHAT THE LIVING FUCK WAS WRAPPED AROUND HIS LOWER TORSO. Even though he was worn out of his wits, his mind had come to register that whatever was wrapped around his lower body, was not that of a human's. But even so, he didn't say a word.
"What's your name kid?" The man on his back asked ten minutes later. The boy had bettered his walking, though his limbs screamed in protest.
"...Dipper." Was his only reply because that was all he could get out with a voice so hoarse, which he could tell was going out slowly. He'd so be sick the next day.
"Dipper, huh..?" The man fell in silence. They walked another half a block before the man spoke again. "The name's Bill. Bill Sinna Cipher. Some call me Sinna. Some call me Cipher. Just call me Bill. It's the more relaxed version of it all." Though Sinna sounded way more relaxed, and heaven forbid, charming, if the guy wanted to be called 'Bill', so be it. He had no objections or rights to object naming someone. It was his name, and Bill it shall be.
Dipper noticed they were nearing the house, his hair near dry at this point in time. Bill seemed too see it in his eyes for he spoke in a hush voice, "Do you have anyone living with you?" He seemed to shrink. Dipper nodded. "Are they...Home?" Bill asked, Dipper shook his head. The darker man seemed to relax more to hearing this. Why would he want him to be alone? Rising questions in his mind and theories were once again pushed back by his tired mind. He was too tired to deal with his paranoia.
Dipper had too set Bill down to find his keys he'd left in some bushes, because he honestly didn't think he'd come back. Once in, he hoisted Bill up again. He was gonna set the guy on the couch, but Bill then asked to be placed in the bathroom. Without questioning it, Dipper did so.
"Im ganna.. Go lay down on the couch, yell if you need anything." His words slurred and were difficult to hear through the rasp and the fading. "Don't break or eat anything. I don't have enough money to buy more food this month."
He turned to leave but was stopped by Bill, "Kid. You need to get water and get those clothes off of you first. I'm pretty sure your roomie wouldn't like having a dead body laying on their couch when they return." Dipper waved him off and shuffled to the couch, but before he face plowed into the couch, his paranoia hit him in the head.
What if his sister DID find his body lying there, dead, because he didn't bother to get some damn water and change his clothes?
As hard as he tried to fight this, end the end, he did what Bill had advised. His throat hurt like hell when he drank, and he ended up over drinking and almost puked. Getting those heavy clothes full of rocks was a chore too, and his wet socks was a sin in itself. Note too self, next time, don't wear socks.
Slipping on a clean shirt and a pair of yellow colored boxers, he went back to the living room and face plowed into the soft cushions. On a regular bases, this cushions were not comfortable at all, but he had learned to cope after giving his twin sister his bed, due to fund cuts. But right now, they felt like clouds.