Hey Doritos!

So if you know me from Instagram or not, welcome to my account! This is my first ever fanfiction i've ever published, so I apologize if it's really bad. XD Please suggest ways to improve and ideas for this fanfic and future fanfics, i'll try to do as many as possible!

Anyway, I hope you guys like it! Bye!

~Fly

Dipper was sitting at the kitchen table with his great uncle Stan, watching his twin sister skip around the kitchen. "Cinnamon, LOTS of cinnamon." She chanted, scanning the counter until her eyes rested upon a small jar.

Dipper gritted his teeth as she made a huge mess, emptying the whole jar into a big mixing bowl. Stan grunted, and, not wanting to deal with it, mumbled something about house repairs and was gone.

"Dipper, have you seen the-" He cut her off, handing her another jar labeled "ghost pepper". "Thanks!" She chirped, pouring it's contents into the bowl too.

"Mabel, is there anything you DON'T need for this?" She rolled her eyes in response.

"It's your book, so it's YOUR recipe. I had nothing to do with it, I just assisted with the execution." She beamed at him as she stirred. "Quite expertly, if I do say so myself." But her happy attitude suddenly took a dark turn, too dark for Mabel.

"What now?" Dipper asked, noting her grave expression.

"I forgot the sugar." He exhaled loudly, blowing the cinnamon on the counter into the air.

"Phew. I though we needed blood, or bones or something." Mabel seemed annoyed that he didn't take her sugar crisis seriously. She dropped the spoon back into the bowl.

"We're all out of sugar, Dipper!" But her brother still wasn't worried.

"I'll see if Stan knows if there's more somewhere." Dipper replied calmly, but Stan shooed him off, claiming he there was none.

"Well?" She asked. He shook his head in response. "You keep an eye on Soos, and I'll go get some from the store, okay?" She broke into a classic Mabel grin, her teeth arched into a perfect smile.

"You got it, Dipping Sauce!" And she ran off to go babysit their zombified friend. Stan reluctantly handed over a 5 dollar bill and gave him the thumbs-up. Now all he had to do was get to the store. (In the sweltering summer heat.)

When Dipper finally made it into town, he was beyond sweating. It was almost as hot as when he was the assistant lifeguard, and not a single breeze had dared to disturb the relentless sun.

A group of teenagers were walking down the edge of the street, a few kids were chasing each other down the sidewalk, and a few dozen cars honked at one another, stuck in traffic. It was always the same, whenever he went into town- except this time it felt almost... eerie.

As if it was unknowingly acting as a hiding place for something far more sinister than just busy traffic and bad deals. Shaking off the irrational feeling of unsettlement, Dipper walked in to the nearest store for some sweet AC.

He pushed open the shining glass doors and shuddered as the cold breeze him him. The clerk had his back turned, obviously busy. The store was empty, and the shelves were almost barren. The only way one could tell what the store sold was by a single poster on the wall of a tall man In an expensive-looking suit.

"I'd say look around, but there isn't much to look at, is there, kid?" The man chuckled, and walked over to a shelf, where he started to peel off brightly-colored price stickers.

"What's happening in here?" Dipper said, hating the emptiness in the store. The doors sealed the sound outside out, leaving the inside almost silent.
Regret clouded his thoughts, along with a distant sense of recognition for the man.

"Just moving in. The old owner here didn't clean up his store too well, as you can see..." The man continued to strip off the stickers, an obvious annoyance in his tone.

"So..." Dipper started, feeling like an idiot. "You sell clothes?" The man carried the old stickers to a trash can, where he deposited them before moving to a box labeled "Jewelery Boxes".

"Bingo! Yeah, mostly just the dressy stuff. Tuxedos, gowns, skirts... the usual sophisticated getup." Dipper nodded, suddenly self-conscious of his own sweaty, plain clothing.

"So you seem a little young to be interested in buying a tux, but I won't judge. Store's closed though, so you're gonna have to wait a week until we set up... And by we, I mean me." Dipper felt his face go red with embarrassment.

"W-wait... It's closed?" The man chuckled again. "Excited, aren't 'cha, kid?" Dipper looked down at his feet, afraid the man would turn around and see his bright-red face.

"N-no... I mean- if it's closed... I'm sorry, I didn't see the sign..." He shuffled towards the door, but he felt a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder before he could reach it. He turned around, and there stood the tall figure, revealing his grinning face.

The man kneeled down, levelling himself with Dipper, turning him around. The hand was clothed in a black glove, which led up to his bright yellow overcoat. He sported a bowtie and top hat, both of which complimented his black dress pants. His almost yellow hair was messy and covered one eye, but the intense gaze he bore made up for both.

"Relax, kiddo, I'm pretty new around here, so it's nice getting to chat with actual people." He released the boy, and stood up, his face baring a toothy smile.

Dipper was still embarrassed, but was happy to know the shopkeeper wasn't mad. He had made enough enemies in Gravity Falls, and he didn't want to make any more. "Sorry for barging in, though, I should've been more observant." Dipper silently cursed himself. He was supposed to be the smart guy!

The man laughed loudly, and Dipper felt his hair stand on end. It gave him the creeps, he just didn't know why...

"Did you not hear what I just said? I love it when people barge into my life!" He patted the kid on the head, then waltzed back over to the box, and began to empty out the several bubble-wrapped objects. "Even if, you know, it's just a kid who just happened to be breaking in to my store."

A genuine, almost kind smile ran across his face. "Beats cleaning and unpacking alone all day. Adds a little excitement, you know?" The last few words he said quieter, his voice darkening. The strange man seemed friendly, but he had a enough strange feel to him to make the the overall experience downright creepy.

"What's your name, kiddo?" Dipper was startled out of his thoughts. "Excuse me?" The man looked back at him, an unamused, sarcastic look plastered across his face.

"A name, dipshit. Everyone has one." Dipper ignored the vulgar language and the unintentional pun. Then, for some reason, against everything he'd been taught as a child, he responded honestly.

"Dipper."

The man stopped unpacking, and slowly turned his head to look back at him. "Dipper?" He nodded. "Seriously." He nodded again. "Wow. I... I honestly do NOT know how to respond to that!" He laughed, except this one seemed more genuine, and less sarcastic than before.

"Did you're parents hate you or something? I mean, I'm honestly quite surprised you haven't killed yourself or something yet... Wow, that was dark! Okay, okay, your name's UNIQUE, at the very least. Hey! Dipshit really does suit you then, doesn't it? Haha!"

The laugh was creepier than the man himself. One minute, happy, the next- just plain creepy, not to mention annoying. And just when you want to back out, he pulls you back in with a charming smile. Dipper felt anger boil up inside him and was about to leave when the man slowed his laughing and coughed out what sounded like-

"William."

Dipper turned to face the man, his anger giving way to curiosity. "But you can call me Will, okay, Dip?"

Dipper had chatted with Will for a good while before the man had brought up his troubles with cooking, and a bomb went off in Dipper's head. He had COMPLETELY forgotten all about Mabel and Soos!

"Damn it!" He cursed, and Will stared at him blankly. "Well, I never said apple pie isn't good! I just can't make it. In my opinion, Susan at that Greasy's joint makes the best pie a man could ever-" Dipper shook his head.

"That's not what I mean. I have to go get sugar from the store down the street." Will raised one eyebrow in suspicion. "Seriously? Why the sudden need for sweet stuff, shortie?" Dipper rolled his eyes for the millionth time that day. "I'm sweet enough, aren't I?" Will chuckled, but Dipper was already at the door.

"My sister really likes to cook, and needs sugar. She has to finish a- a special dish for a contest tomorrow, and the sugar is, uh, really important." The lie was lame, but thankfully it was enough to get Will to back down.

"Alrighty, Dip, nice to meet 'cha. See ya 'round!" He raised his bottle of water as if he was giving a toast, and then took a long sip as Dipper left the store.

With a long sigh, he walked several stores over before coming up to a simple old grocery store. He felt inside his vest pocket and pulled out the 5$ he'd received earlier. After a minimal amount of searching, he found a small jar of sugar, and before he knew it he was walking back to the shack with sugar, some change and a strange feeling weighing him down.

Thankfully, Soos was back to normal in no time. Mabel, who had force-fed him the concoction herself, was mostly unscathed. "Sorry, dude, your brains just seemed so delicious at the time!" Soos laughed apologetically. "But now..." He looked as if he was about to barf and ran towards the bathroom.

Dipper smiled to himself and walked upstairs to his room. It was late, and he wanted to read a bit before bed. He only had a few hours, after all. "What took you so long anyway?" Stan called up the stairs, an odd mix of concern, suspicion and anger on his face.

"The lineup was longer than usual!" He spat back, a little too harsh. Stan narrowed his eyes at him, but seemed to give up as he sighed. "Fair enough. Now fork over that change. Every nickel counts."

Dipper ran down the stairs again and smacked the coins down into his palm before disappearing upstairs once more. He needed to process all that had happened, and laying in his bed with a good book seemed like the perfect way to just relax and think.