AN: I do this late, so expect errors. I may go back and edit later, but it can take some time :p
Sooo, this is gonna be dark. Like. Do not read this if you're not okay with gore, mentions of rape, murder, abuse, and general too-real things. I wanted to try my hand at something dark, and when this story came to my head, I thought, why the hell not. Please do not think that because I wrote of these things means that I think they're okay, because a lot of this will not be okay. But hey, a story is just that; a story. Anyway, with that outa the way, please enjoy the darker side of my mind.
The cold air chilled the young man to his bones. It wasn't supposed to get cold this time of year, but something in the air that night called for a jacket. He tried his best to keep a natural pose about himself, as he didn't want to blow his cover.
His boss, and family member, Stanford Pines, one of the most respected P.I.s in the entire country, had sent him on a mission that he was sure only Dipper could do. Ford knew it had to be someone sharp, but looked soft, quick, but natural, and Dipper fit that bill. As much as Ford would love to have been the one to go undercover, his face was too well known, and he would be spotted immediately.
Dipper, was not so sure about it all though. Sure he wasn't well known, and honestly blended into a crowd better than most people, but he didn't think he was right for the job. He was a nervous wreck half of the time, and stumbled on his words more often than not.
Not exactly the best man for a lie as big as a new identity and life. But, he would never question Ford. The man knew what he was doing.
So, he stood there, in line for the club known as Blue Glow, the most popular club in the city, run by one of the richest men in the world. Bill Cipher.
The tycoon had come out of nowhere one day, buying out company after company, claiming that he was born into a small fortune, and just knew how to make it grow. But Ford hadn't bought that, and neither had Dipper. Something was fishy about the man, but anything bad brought up about him was dismissed, since money seemed to do that for people.
But Ford wouldn't sit by and watch as the man got away with what he assumed was murder, or at least kidnapping, since every so often people that went into the club, would never come out. Again, the amount of money Bill had was stupid, and it wasn't often enough that the actual authorities would look into it, so he was getting away with whatever was going on.
Dipper huffed at the line in front of him. It stretched on for a mile. Or, so it looked like anyway. It was moving fairly fast, since the bouncer was quick to dismiss anyone who didn't look like they would fit into the scene of the club. Which gave Dipper more chills, since he wasn't exactly a sexy, cool cat, kind of guy. He had a round face, his brown hair was always fluffy, and his nose was often described as the cutest feature on his face.
There was a group of friends in front of him, all dressed sharply and looked like they could be models. They would definitely be let in. Maybe if he befriended them a little bit before they got to the door, the bouncer would let the whole group in, not minding that Dipper, who was dressed to fit the part, still looked like a puppy in the face.
He took a deep breath before trying to say hello, and had to think of a good ice breaker, since they might be a little stuck up and hard to befriend.
"I hope this club is worth the wait. I haven't been before. Have you?" He patted himself on the back mentally. Asking a question made it more likely that he would get an answer.
The tallest one of the four guys, who had ink-black hair cut into a fohawk, turned to Dipper and tilted his head. "Haven't been? This is the place man! Perfect to get wasted, and plenty of hotties looking to hook up."
Dipper nodded and smiled, hoping that he looked relaxed and cool, rather than dorky. "So they got good drinks? I haven't been to a decent bar in a while."
"Yeah, the drinks are pretty good, and decently priced for a club this swanky. Stick by me and I'll show you a few favorites." The man smiled back at him and his friends moved aside, letting Dipper into the small circle.
Wow, that was easy. Dipper almost sighed in relief, but managed to keep it to himself. "Thanks."
He stayed out of their conversation for the most part, trying not to blow his cover, since he honestly could not connect with these guys, but would chime in every so often so that he wouldn't be excluded.
Finally, after a good forty-something minutes, they reached the door. The bouncer was a large, large man, with dark eyes and skin that looked more like leather, and he eyeballed each of them carefully.
Dipper could feel himself holding his breath, but kept a calm look on his face, trying to mimic the way that the others were holding themselves.
The man lifted the rope, and motioned for the group to go inside.
That time Dipper did let out a sigh of relief, as the sound of the music was loud enough to cover it up.
He had never been in a club before, or at least not one of this size. Two floors, filled with half naked people, dancing, drinking, flirting, - maybe that couple in the corner was having sex, he couldn't tell - and the whole place smelled like expensive perfume and fake fog. The music and lights were almost too much for him at first, and he got separated from the group he came in with quickly, since the crowd pushed them apart and Dipper was too busy trying to breath to care.
It worked out for him anyway though, since he needed to be alone to find the more, behind the scenes places of the club.
He needed a better vantage point, so he decided to climb the glass stairs to the second floor, where there was less dancing, and more flirting and drinking.
There was no way he was going to get caught up with anyone, and he he needed a clear head, so drinks were out of the picture. There had to be a door or something, leading to a staff area, which would hopefully be unlocked, and unguarded, or at least have someone that would believe he had entered by mistake, while "looking for the bathroom".
With all of the smoke and lights, all of the walls were just black to him though. After a while of searching, he got frustrated, and just started to walk along the walls with his hand feeling it lightly as he walked.
Bingo. A door that said, "STAFF ONLY". He tried the handle, and found that it was unlocked, then looked around to see if anyone would notice him sneaking in.
All of the people around him were too focused on other things to even acknowledge his existence, so he was in the clear.
He had to remind himself that confidence was key, and that the more confident you looked while doing something, the less people would question it. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
An empty hall stretch out in front of him, with a few doors on the left and right, and one at the very end that had a large exit sign above it.
Good. If things got messy, he had his way out.
Careful not to let his footsteps make too much noise in the strangely quiet hall, he tiptoed to the first door, on his left, and found that it was locked. There was no sign or anything on it, so he figured that it may just be a closet. He was hoping there would be a file room, where there might be some record of what was happening to the missing people, but the only door that had any kind of marking on it was one further down the hall, and all that was on it was a plain, yellow triangle.
He doubted that they would mark the room anyway, because if there were records of the missing people, they would probably want them as hidden as possible.
Trying the second door, he found that it did open, but it lead to a supply closet, filled with nothing but cleaning supplies. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of bleach and the other chemicals, then closed the door slowly.
"Let me guess," a high-pitched voice, one that he had heard before, sounded from behind him "looking for the bathroom?"
Dipper spun around and was met with a pair of golden eyes, glaring down at him, as the man was nearly a foot taller than he was. He stammered over his words, and in the end couldn't spit out a response. Some detective he was.
Bill smiled at him, revealing his sharp set of teeth. "What's your name?"
Another man, one that resembled the bouncer in the way that he was large, and packed with muscle, came from the room marked with the golden triangle, and walked over to them quickly. "This kid givin' you trouble boss?" His voice was a lot deeper than Dipper thought it would be, and it shook his insides.
Bill took a deep breath and his smile vanished. "If he tells me his name, then no. But if not," he tapped Dipper's chest with his index finger "then you can take care of him."
"Danny. My name is Danny." This was his fake name of course, but he spit it out as naturally as possible, hoping that it sounded like he had said it a thousand times before.
His smile returned as he grabbed Dipper's chin with one hand, and shooed the man away with the other. "Well, Danny, let's have a chat in my lounge, shall we?"
Dipper gulped and nodded, then followed the man to the room marked with the triangle.
A large, black leather, sectional sofa wrapped around the room, and sat in front of a TV large enough to take up almost the entire wall it hung on. Everything in the room was yellow or black, which perfectly matched Bill's appearance, since he was a blond, wearing a black tank-top under an oversized yellow trench coat, that hung loosely on his thin shoulders. It has strange symbols on the cuffs, and a brick-like pattern on the bottom. He was wearing black, fingerless gloves, and honestly looked like a new-age pirate, which made Dipper want to laugh.
In all of the videos of the man, never once had he worn anything that wasn't dapper, or that didn't scream, "rich person".
Bill closed the door behind them, and motioned for Dipper to sit on the couch. "Would you like a drink? I have anything your little heart could possibly desire."
"No thank you," he said almost too quickly. He had to play it cool. He had no idea what Bill was playing at, and why he didn't just tell his bodyguard to throw him out.
Things were looking a little bleak though. There was no way he was going to make it very far undercover, since he hadn't expected to meet face to face with Bill, at least, not so soon.
"Danny. Danny, Danny, Danny." Bill shook his head as he poured himself what looked like vodka, and watched Dipper out of the corner of his eye, as he sat down on the couch. "I don't like it."
"Excuse me?" Dipper looked over at the man and tilted his head.
Bill spun around on his heels, and took a large swig of his drink, tilting back a little as he drank. "The name. I don't like it." He sauntered over to the couch and sat right next to Dipper, throwing his free arm around Dipper's shoulders. "You need a new one."
"Excuse me?" he repeated.
He smiled and shook his head. "I've decided you're going to be my pet. I get to name my pet, don't I?"
Dipper couldn't say excuse me again, since it would make him look stupid, so he said the next thing that came to mind. "What?"
"Well, seeing as you were sneaking around, my building, and seeing as I saved your life from my bodyguard, 8-Ball, I get to keep you." Bill tightened his grip on Dipper's shoulders and took another gulp or two from his drink.
"I-I don't foll-"
"Funny," Bill interrupted "what a twist of fate it was that I ran into you though. I usually never leave my room while I'm here, but something told me to go check on the party in the main building. Lowe and behold, I run into you, sneaking through the hallway. What were you doing out there anyway, Pine Tree?"
Pine Tree? Dipper tilted his head and gave him a quizzical look.
Bill rolled his eyes and pointed to the little logo on Dipper's shirt. It was a small black Pine Tree that was sown into the blue button up shirt. "Your shirt. Now answer, my question."
"Well, like you said, I was looking for the bathroom. I needed a breather from all the people, and I haven't been here before, so I got a little lost." It wasn't exactly the lie and character he had been told to use, but he figured at this point he just had to go with what came, and hoped for the best.
"Hm." Bill swished his drink around in the glass, before finishing it off. "Well then, I suppose I should show you around! But, before we get started, tell me more about yourself. Got any family?"
Dipper shook his head. He was told to act as "lone-wolf"-ish as possible. "Not really. Just the one, and he likes to check up every so often, but not too much lately, since I moved."
Bill's smile widened and he nodded. "You much of a people person? Many friends?"
"That's why I came here. I'm new to the area, so I don't really know anyone. I heard this was the place to be, so I dressed up and headed over."
"How old are you? Twenty three?" Bill set his glass down on the floor, moving away from Dipper for only a second before he resumed his hold over his shoulders.
"Twenty four, as of two months ago." That much was true. He used a lot of his real information, since it would be easier to remember.
Bill nodded, then let his head fall back onto the couch. "Well, you know a lot about me, I assume. You can't be this rich and famous and not have all of your info. splattered across the web."
"Yeah, I do."
He stood up, and grabbed Dipper's hand, yanking him up out of his seat. "Follow me, I'll give you that tour I promised."
They walked through the club, not getting stopped once, to an area that Dipper hadn't noticed before. It was a set of black doors, blocked off by another velvet rope, and yet another large man.
He didn't even think two seconds before lifting the rope for Bill, and glared at Dipper as the two past through the doors, which lead to an elevator.
Bill pressed the bottom button, and stood quietly until they reached the basement of the building. "You see," he said suddenly "there's only one place in this club that's actually worth seeing. Besides my lounge, of course."
The doors opened, and a sickening smell hit Dipper's nose. He had been around it enough to know, that it was the smell of blood. Fresh, and old. It was strong too, making him gag a little.
"Some of my, VIP, guests, have a certain craving, and need a place to partake in said craving. I myself only do it every so often, when someone lucky enough wanders across my path, but others like to do it, sometimes as often as, once a week."
There was a long hall in front of them, with small areas blocked off by thick, yellow, velvet curtains, that were about a foot too short to reach the floor.
Bill pulled Dipper from the elevator, and it closed behind them. As they walked down the hall, a strange crunching sound got louder and louder.
Off to his right, a dark liquid oozed out from underneath one of the curtains, and pooled near a drain in the middle of the walk way.
Bill stepped through it without hesitating, but Dipper stopped before it and paled.
The liquid was red, and smelled of copper.
His legs shook and he gagged a little. "I-is this blood?"
Exposing his sharp teeth again, Bill smiled and nodded to the curtain. "Can't handle a bit of blood, Pine Tree?"
Dipper shook his head. "What's going on behind the curtain Bill?"
"One of my favorite guests, and good friend, is partaking in her monthly treat. She gets a pick of guests at the club, since she has been very helpful in my rise to power."
Dipper shook his head and stared in disbelief. "That's cannibalism."
Bill laughed and shook his head. "Oh, little Pine Tree. You'd have to be the same species for it to count as cannibalism." He moved the curtain back, giving Dipper a view of what the crunching noise was.
Sitting on the red leathered booth, was a woman, with orange skin, completely naked. She had several, deep red eyes staring back at him, and a large smile, filled with sharp teeth like Bill's, all soaked in blood.
In front of her, was the worst part. The part that almost made Dipper lose his cool. What was left of a man's head, sat on the small table, next to his ripped open chest, where his organs were carved out and bits of them were still hanging from his shattered ribcage.
"Hey Bill!" Her voice was so high-pitched it almost hurt Dipper's ears. "Coming to join me? I see you brought a tasty looking one!"
Dipper stepped back and looked at Bill, who just chuckled.
"Nah, I'm going to keep this one for a minute. He's my plaything now."
"Oh, well have fun!" She looked at Dipper and giggled. "You look like you want some," she teased.
Dipper had to have been as white as paper, and was trembling so hard he almost couldn't stay upright. He had seen his fair share of gore, and horrible things, but this, this took the cake.
"Calm down Pine Tree, Filly's one of my cleaner guests. I can show you the way 8-Ball eats, if you need comparison."
"No!" Dipper stepped back and looked at Bill. "What are you?"
Bill smirked. "We're demons. Came straight up from hell to visit your human realm. Soon, I'm going to own the whole damned thing, and lead it straight into the ground." He walked over to Dipper, and put his arm around his shoulders again. "And I'd like you to stick around for it. Something about you screams, 'right hand man of Bill Cipher, the demon who brought down the human race!'"
Dipper moved out from under him and shook his head. "No, no, no."
Bill's face darkened, and he pursed his lips. Blue flames engulfed him, and his eyes turned fully yellow, leaving only small cat-like iris', and his nails turned into claws, which he used to grab Dipper by the jaw.
The flames didn't seem to be burning Dipper, which he was thankful for, since they swallowed both of them.
"You either accept my offer, or I'll rip you open right here, Pine Tree." He used his other hand to dig one of his sharp nails into Dipper's arm, causing him to yelp. He raised the finger that was then covered in blood to his lips and licked it clean. "You are very tasty Pine Tree, and you're running out of time. Tick. Tock."
Dipper wanted no part of this twisted, fucked up, demon party. But, he couldn't help put an end to it if he were dead. No matter how much he didn't want to see anymore of this, or how much he was afraid of Bill, he had to say yes. He had to put an end to the murders. To the demon who wanted to bring the human race down with him.
"Fine. I'll do it."
Bill relaxed his grip and the flames died down. "Good. You will listen to everything I saw, and do exactly as you're told. If not, then you'll end up like him." He pointed to the disembodied man on the table. "Either way, I'm going to love having you, Pine Tree."