Dipper was careful to avoid the gossiping citizens of Gravity Falls. Everyone knew everyone in this small town that was on no maps. And the gossip that Dipper was back with his ex would spread faster than pink-eye in the local pool.

The 'bad' part of town boarded onto the forest. Something about the manotaurs howls had lowered the prices.

Not many people moved to Gravity Falls. But Bill Cipher had as a teen. The town's only high school had been full of rumours about the thing Bill had done to get thrown into juvie. Some had said he'd killed a kid, others claimed he had burned down his old school gym. Either way he'd been released from juvie early and had come to live with a local foster family.

Something had made Dipper fall hard and fast for the new kid in town. Drawn to his excitable attitude, the way he'd laugh hysterically like every second of his life incredible and of course, his hair. It would change at the drop of a top hat. Bill would dye it and shave it, trying out every possible look. His wavy locks normally switched from yellow to blue, from perms to mohawks. Once he'd dyed each eyebrow a different colour, only to shave them both off a month later. Dipper had only ever had short brown hair. With a fringe to cover his birthmark.. Not like Bill. Bill was daring and exciting and wild.

The teachers had hated Bill. He was always the main source of commotion, egging others into disrupting the class with his undying enthusiasm. He was the kid the teachers were always angry with because they knew he could do well if he tried.

Dipper had always wondered what it was like to go to school in Bill's crew. His band were always being called away, getting arvo detentions and suspensions. Hector, Xanthar (whose name you absolutely did not say unless you wanted the shit beat out of you) and Veronica lived in a different world to the rest of the school. An alternate plane were janitors were on your pay roll and the school fences meant nothing. The three were normally running and laughing so hard they cried. That or their other mode. The calm, thoughtful mode that always came before elaborate schemes.

Being in the grade below the bad boy, Dipper was sure Bill didn't even know he existed. It wasn't till a party two years after graduation that Bill had asked him to dance. But that had been that, the fun night had ended and Dipper had missed his chance again. That didn't matter though, it wasn't like he'd ever stood a chance.

Not even a week later Dipper had been driving through a quiet backstreet when he'd lightly run into Bill. Dipper had screamed, his heart panicking whilst the man had jumped over the hood of his car. Rushing into the car he'd yelled at the stunned Dipper to fucking drive.

Bill had directed Dipper to a deserted road on the outskirts of the forest. Insisting he 'thank' Dipper for helping him outrun the sheriffs. Throwing a rattling duffle bag into the backseat Bill had unbuckled with a smirk and given Dipper the best blow job in his entire life. He'd only had two, but still.

The morning after Dipper had woken to Bill singing and dancing, blaring music on the lawn outside Dipper's room. Asking if Dipper would go on a date with him. No 'thankyous' necessary.

Dipper had been shocked by how much Bill knew about him. More than just the stuff he put on facebook. He'd read the same books as Dipper, looking through the school library for those books with Dipper's name was scrawled into the sign out sheet. 'It was like a personal recommendations list' he'd said. And that was before he even knew who Dipper was. Bill had been shocked to put the face to the name. He had assumed the Dipper Pines that had borrowed all these interesting reads would be older than him, if he hadn't already graduated. Apparently Bill had had a crush on Dipper too. Had watched him eat lunch with his friends, mess around with the cool group two years ahead of Bill. He'd even checked out the shack a few times. But he hadn't done anything. When Dipper had asked why the reply was always 'you were so clean. And I wanted to ruin you.'

Everyone had said to stay away. Mabes had begged him, Ford had gone all conspiracy theorist and made an obsessed stalker wall of all the crimes he suspected Bill of committing.

But Dipper had seen something. Underneath the violent anger and callous disregard of others. Or maybe he'd just seen what he wanted.

They'd spent so much time together. Talking about music and art and dreams. They slept on the roof of the shack watching the stars and danced in the moonlight.

But there had always been flashes. Emotions would break like a dam and suddenly Bill was possessive and dominating and rude. A month ago Wendy had moved back to Gravity Falls after university. It was insane but Bill had flipped. Dipper had helped her move, ate at her house.. He'd been so happy to have her back in town that he'd talked about her a lot. Then Bill had demanded Dipper never see Wendy again. Of course Dipper had refused.

The next day Dipper had a fractured wrist and a black eye. Bill had tried to give him flowers in the hospital, but the Pines' had kept him out. The fat one and even messed up his perfect face.

A line had been crossed, and it hurt more than Dipper had ever thought it could. But it had broken Bill too. After a run in at the shops with Bill's sweet foster brother Will, Dipper had gone to see Bill. He had wanted to punch and kick and spit. But Bill hadn't been eating, he hadn't slept or showered.. He'd been devastated. So Dipper had tried to snap him out of it. Show him he'd healed and grown, and therefore so could Bill. After tears and promises and warnings, Dipper had forgiven Bill and given him a second chance.

For the last week they'd been sneaking around. Dipper knew his family wouldn't understand. They'd been so distraught after Bill put Dipper in the hospital, and so relieved that Bill was out of Dipper's life. He hadn't wanted them to worry about him, tell him he was being stupid. Biggest mistake of his life.

That morning Dipper had walked into the old factory that was Bill's hang out. A bottle of scotch and candles in his backpack and a jar of honey he'd bought on a whim from roadside stall in his hand. Things were going perfect. Bill had sobered up during the weeks and was using anger management skills. Dipper was planning on telling his family about Bill if he stayed good for another week. Dipper was sure he would.

when he'd entered the factory the jar of honey had dropped to the ground. The sound of shattering glass echoing throughout the abandoned site.

Bill and his gang had been laughing manically around pieces of a dismembered body. For a second Bill's eyes and met his, the fire glowing bright. He was alive and happy and furious.

So Dipper had run.

Stupidly looking behind him to watch two of the guys chasing after him, he'd crashed into Pacifire carrying in drums on a wheelbarrow. Krypto had punched him into the concrete, and after that, everything just went dark.

The group of misfits all gathered around the unconscious brunet. Veronica was the first to speak, "I say we give 'em the 'boot'!" She said whilst swinging a severed foot out. Still wearing a sock and boot it splattered gooey blood over her pink pumps and white thigh high socks. "Ahhh DAMNIT! ALWAYS THE SOCKS!"

"It's just karma Py." Keyhole teased with a wink.

"I'll go get more supplies." Pacifire sighed in his deep voice, the very large but short man turning round in a huff.

"I think not. None of you get to hurt another hair on my Pinetree." Bill Cipher's voice rang out, cold and final.

"But Boss, he'll turn ya in!" Eight-Ball cried shocked. Only to grunt in pain as Kryptos elbowed him in the gut.

"Upstairs, the cabin or your basement Boss?" Hectorgon asked his old friend.

"My house please Hect." Bill replied, his quiet stare never leaving Dipper's slack and bloodied face.