Chapter 1
Bill Cipher wasn't a good man.
In fact, many could say he had lost all humanity in him years ago.
This was, in fact, true as he lived off of murdering and stealing from others, and he'd proudly admit he took pleasure in doing so.
There was just something about having the power to take something away from someone that gave him the excitement and control that he needed in his life.
And if he were honest, he couldn't have thought of a better way to live.
After having moved around through the state of California, either always looking for someone to hire him for his hitman services or stealing the wealthiest place he could find, he was called for a job in the little town of Piedmont.
A girl by the name of Wendy Corduroy had requested him only a month before to kill her ex- boyfriend by the name of Robbie Valentino.
No more questions were asked; she simply handed him the ten thousand dollars he had asked for (it was usually more than that, but he spared her some bills as he saw the anger fuming in her eyes) and with that he went off to do what he was asked to.
After having finished, the boy being an easy target in his room and taken down by a single bullet to the heart, he was walking back to the rusty apartment he had decided to rent when his eyes caught something off in the horizon where the sun was beginning to set.
From a distance, a grand and rather huge mansion was alive with what seemed like large and expensive cars and great amounts of well-dressed folks making their way in.
He looked around the abandoned and decaying streets to find that others payed no attention to the extravagant scenario only miles way.
They simply continued to go on with their business, only to momentarily stare up in admiration every once in a while.
It wasn't until a lean guy whistling with his hands in his pockets walked passed him, that Bill grabbed his arm and spun him so that they were eye to eye.
''You!" he hissed, causing the man's eyes to widen in fear. ''What is that?''
He pointed to the mansion, and he could see the man's expression relax slightly.
''Oh the mansion over there? It's where the Pines Family lives. They're the richest family around here''
Suddenly Bill found himself smirking, as he thought all about the money and objects he could easily steal from the so called Pines family.
''Why are there a lot of cars there?'' he asked, glaring.
''It's Eva Pines' birthday party, they have it every year but only the rich families can go. Can you let go of me now?''
Bill let go of the man's shirt, pushing him away and staring back at the mansion while the man stumbled to run as farthest from him as possible.
It seemed all too easy for him; all he had to do was sneak in, steal some expensive rich stuff, and he'd be set for another six months.
He smirked, reaching his apartment building and pulling out his key.
They wouldn't mind if he borrowed some stuff, would they?
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Mabel Pines had never felt emptier in her life as she did at that very moment, standing next to her family as the flashing of cameras continued to go off.
Her dark hair was pinned away from her face, the golden dress her mother had gotten her costumely done seemed to suffocate her every time she attempted to move and the high heels she wore were gradually killing her feet.
She could only fake a smile at the camera, feeling her brother's arm wrap around her shoulder.
Dipper stood tall next to her; what was his usual messy hair was combed to one side and he wore a black tuxedo.
His smile was so convincing and proud that she would never had guessed that it was the same boy she had found doing cannabis in his room only days before.
Her twin brother who constantly cried out to her about the stress that came with pleasing their father and who coped by doing drugs was now replaced by this ideal, handsome young man who was far too charming to all he came across.
She'd hear about how horrible the party had been from his point of view later; she always did.
She looked to her right, where her parents stood with perfect grins in their faces.
They looked, without doubt,like a model couple with her father's arm wrapped around his wife's waist and her mother slightly leaning into him.
Her father wore a black suit, his dark hair also combed back and a perfectly done, red tie around his neck.
She almost couldn't see the hickeys and kiss marks he had on his neck that clearly weren't the same color of lipstick as her mother's.
Her mother was beautiful with her dirty, blonde hair flowing over her tight, black dress and the most delicate expensive jewelry she had ever seen.
She could see how hard she was trying to maintain composed, smiling through the Botox in her face, and it had become clear to Mabel that she had become aware of another one of her father's infidelities that day.
It was only a matter of time until she found her opening her flask when she thought nobody was looking.
All she could do was grin through the pictures; it would only be a few more hours until her mother's birthday party was finally over.
''that's enough pictures, thank you'' her father spoke, dismissing all the photographers. ''We're here today to celebrate my lovely wife's birthday, and as the chief executive officer of Pines computer corporation, the least I could do was throw her this grand party''
There were endearing noises that could be heard around as the waiter handed her father two glasses full of wine.
He handed one to his wife, as she joyfully took it. ''Please, join me as we make a toast to my wife and mother of my future heirs, Eva Pines''
The guest were all handed their wine glass, while Dipper and Mabel were given water instead.
''To Eva'' their father shouted, his eyes landing on a slutty looking blonde from across the room.
The woman smiled slyly at him, almost taunting him to join her and Mabel could do nothing more than pretend she couldn't see what was happening.
Everyone else in the large house yelled out ''Cheers!'' before consuming the wine gracefully.
Mabel couldn't feel sicker as her mother placed a soft kiss on her husband's cheek, smiling brightly and giggling almost like she was hoping she wouldn't remember anything the next day.
She just couldn't continue to stay there any longer.
''Mom, I'm not feeling very well right now. I think I'm just going to go back to my room'' she said, turning to her mother who now stared intently at her husband who was making his way across the room.
She snapped her head towards her, her eyes glaring at her with clear annoyance in her face. ''I'm not mom, I'm your mother and go on, you've done nothing but look pitiful unlike your brother''
Mabel could only sigh, walking up the stairs and opening the door to her room just hopeful that Dipper had followed behind her to keep her company.
He hadn't and as she flickered on the light to her room and look around the large, lavender room, she felt lonelier than ever.
Changing out of her dress, kicking off her shoes and letting her hair flow down her back, she tide her night robe around her waist and began to walk towards her great balcony.
Opening the doors, her eyes looked over the live town that was Piedmont with the usual envy.
They were adored and worshipped throughout the town as this perfect, wealthy family when in reality Mabel would give anything to be like them.
Her family was fake; it hurt her to say so but they were and had been since their father had been promoted in his job years ago.
She didn't want the riches and power that came with that stupid job anymore; the only thing it had done was make her family go insane and heartless.
It was just a matter of time until it happened to herself.
After staring out at the darkening skies for a while, she decided that it was best if she slept through the rest of the night.
She knew she would end up getting lectured over her lack of socialization during the party (she was used to it by now, and it always went ''you're a disgrace to the family!'' and ''Are you trying to embarrass us?''), so she didn't hesitate to turn off the lights and hide under her covers.
It wasn't until a few seconds that she heard the sound of her balcony doors open that she became aware that someone had entered her bedroom.
The footsteps grew closer, and she could hear the sound of her drawers opening and jewelry clashing.
It wasn't the first time that a stranger had attempted to break into the home, but security had grown stricter around the mansion and to have someone break in sounded almost impossible.
She just couldn't stop her curiosity from taking over as she pushed the covers off of her and sat up to find a tall, lean man shoving her belonging into a black backpack.
His reflection was shown over the mirror, his eye narrowing down at the jewelry in his hands and a smirk appearing on his pale face.
She couldn't see him any better, seeing as he was completely dressed in black with a hoodie over his head.
It wasn't until a few seconds that he looked into the mirror, that his face twisted into surprise as he spotted her.
He turned immediately, pulling out a gun from his pocket, and yet Mabel didn't say anything.
She should've been scared, she knew she should have and yet not a single chill ran down her spine as she stared directly at the man pointing a gun at her head right in front of her.
Guess she'd grown tired with life.
''You can go ahead, but that wouldn't be the best idea seeing as we have a bunch of guards downstairs who will hear the gunshot and tackle you down'' she said casually, with the blankest face she could pull off.
The man chuckled, dryly. ''As if I'd let them ever catch me. I'm faster than I look''
''Then why aren't you pulling the trigger?''
The man only stared at her for a few more seconds before gradually lowering the gun and tucking it back into his pockets.
''Hm, most girls would've started crying and pleading for their lives. Why aren't you?''
Mabel shrugged, taking a strand of her dark hair and tucking it behind her ear. ''I guess I just don't care.''
The man chuckled again, this time pulling the hoodie from his head.
He was young, no older than twenty, with golden blonde hair and his right eye covered by a black, triangular patch.
The visible eye was almost yellow colored, rather mesmerizing to stare at along with the rest of his sharper features.
Mabel certainly wasn't expecting the intruder to redden her cheeks.
''So what are you going to do now? Go downstairs and tell your rich little parents that there's a bad guy in your room?''
Suddenly the shock passed right through her, and she cursed that he had bothered to open his mouth once again.
''And walk down the stairs wearing this?'' she asked, standing from her bed and signaling to the nightgown decorated in little golden stars. ''My parents will kill me before you even lay a finger on me''
The man smirked, and she couldn't help but feel that he was examining her from head to toe.
''Of course, rich people only care about appearances. How could I have been so foolish?''
''Also, I'm not a little girl who needs mom and dad'' she said, crossing her arms across her chest and walking closer to him. ''I can take care of myself''
''Sure you can, and that's why you're stand really close to someone who can shoot you in less than a second''
She huffed, rolling her eyes. ''I'm not stupid. I'm talking to you for a reason''
People often underestimate it her, and she hated it.
''And what's that?'' the blond asked, raising an eyebrow.
''I need you to help me escape from here''
The moment the words had left her mouth, the man began to laugh almost instantly.
''Why would I do such a thing, shooting star?''
''My name's Mabel, and I'll pay you'' she said, nodding her head.
He walked to her, narrowing his eyes down at her as she did her best to stand as tall as he was. She wasn't doing very well, seeing as she just nearly reached his shoulders.
''Tell me, why does a rich little girl want to escape her great mansion?''
She snorted, glaring at him. ''This isn't a mansion, just a dollhouse''
''and what's that supposed to mean?''
''It's filled with nothing but fake people''
The blond haired guy sighed, taking a few steps back and leaning against her drawer. ''Alright, let me see the cash''
Mabel walked to her closet (having to squint since the room was pretty dark), grabbing ahold of an old pig backpack she had gotten from her parents years before they had become the insane, wealthy people they were now.
She knew nobody would be crazy enough to even look at the thing, so it seemed like the perfect place to hide some money.
She pulled out a big role of money, big enough to make the intruder's eye widen.
''wow, there. Why do you have so much hidden?''
''let's just say I had nothing else to spend it on, and it's the only thing my parents will give me now a days'' she extended the money to him, and as he reached in to grab it, she pulled it away.
''It'll be all yours, if and only if you do what I told you to and help me find somewhere safe for tonight. I'll be eighteen in two months either way so it's not like you have to put up with me much''
''If you're turning eighteen, why don't you just wait then and then leave?'' the guy asked, with a ''duh'' look on his face.
Mabel growled, crossing her arms again. ''Because living here is a nightmare and I'll be damned if I spend another day here''
That was enough for him to grab ahold of his backpack, throwing it against his shoulders. ''Fine, I'll help you. But I could easily be a rapist''
''Oh, please, I've met creeps before and you don't have that vibe'' she said, grabbing the same pig backpack and beginning to shove random clothes inside.
He walked to her, extending out his hand. ''The money''
''Not until after you help me''
''you're stubborn'' he smirked, almost evilly. ''I like it. I'll help you, and you give me the cash. Is it a deal?''
Mabel stared down at his hand, before shaking it slowly. ''Deal''
So with her night robe, slippers on and backpack, she began heading to her balcony and for the first time the entire night, she felt a sincere smile make its way to her face.
''Come on, let's go!''
The blond looked through his own backpack, pulling out a grappling hook and making her gasp. ''Alright, let's get going''
She pretended not to stare at him as he used the weapon to pull the two of them down from the balcony, and she also pretended to not blush as he grabbed her arm and began running away from the mansion.
She looked behind, the place filled with people and she could've sworn she saw Dipper in conversation with an older couple.
She felt guilty leaving him behind like that, but she needed to get away; it was painful being in a house full of strangers.
So turning back to stare at the blonde haired guy who ran flawlessly through the green pasture and glanced around their surroundings, Mabel felt a small hope that maybe things would indeed get better.
''I never got your name'' she mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.
He turned his head back at her for a slight second, before turning back at the path ahead of them.
''Bill Cipher'' was all he said.
She smiled. ''Nice to meet you, Bill! Can I have your grappling hook?''
I got this idea while listening to Melanie Martinez because her songs are just so powerful and beautiful. This story will mostly be based off of her songs simply because they're what gave me the idea of what I wanted to happen in this.
LISTEN TO DOLLHOUSE BY MELANIE PARTINEZ BECAUSE THAT INSPIRED THIS CHAPTER.
Also, this is for personal entertainment, so no I don't expect you to follow and everything.
Thank you for reading! I'll update as soon as I can because I'm in love with this plot! ~Lexi