[Wendy gets a summer job. Introductions are had.]

Wendy hummed a bit as she eased into her boots then stuffed her hands into her pockets as she headed out of her family's house. She looked unconcerned and anything but nervous as she made her way to the Mystery Shack. Today was the day she would be interviewed to work at the gift shop as a summer job.

It surprised Dipper a bit because Wendy didn't seem like she was interested in anything that required a lot of work but then again working at the register couldn't be all that difficult. Then of course there was the aspect of getting paid. Everyone liked that.

She was asked to arrive around lunch time when the crowd to the tourist trap dwindled enough for some alone time.

When Wendy would come by to check about jobs at the shack Dipper would sneak glances in the museum set up to display oddities. They were very odd indeed but if the satisfied crowd of people who came to visit each day was an indication then proprietor was doing something right. Well, as right as the "Sascrotch" was at any rate.

There were also strange themed rides for the kids outside and tours around the property.

All in all Dipper could see some of the appeal of the place.

"Ah hey dude uh well, the boss is kinda busy but he said you were totally hired so uh here," a guy with nametag that read Soos said as he handed Wendy her own nametag. "You ready to start today?"

"Aww sweet," Wendy muttered as she placed her nametag on to her shirt. "Gonna make some cheddaaaah."

Dipper let out a short laugh before getting out something to write with.

Today Wendy got a summer job as the cashier at a gift shop. She deserved it.

Soos started to show Wendy the cash register, pointing to it, no doubt training her.

And it will bring nothing but good things.

Satisfied with his entry, Dipper put away his scribing stuff.

It wasn't exactly a good deed but it seemed like something important nonetheless.

Dipper liked following Wendy around but he had his limits. Bathroom breaks were a no-no as was bathing or changing clothes. It made him uncomfortable at even thinking about following her or watching in those private moments. As long as he was in the vicinity he supposed that he didn't have to watch her like a hawk or anything like that.

He sat on a tree branch outside the shack before letting out a sigh.

"Whassamatter?"

Dipper's eyes widened in surprise, his wings flailing a bit as the demon from before appeared before his eyes. "Ah!"

The demon laughed. "Wow you're a jumpy one."

Calming himself a bit Dipper just threw the demon an indignant look.

"Don't look so huffy, Bird-brain," the demon backed away some. "I just wanted to see what you were up to on this lovely day."

Dipper's eyes sought out Wendy, hoping she was out of the restroom so he had an excuse to leave. Not that he needed one but he really wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't supposed to talk to the demon was he?

"You're being very rude here, Cupid."

The angel glared. He had enough.

"I'm trying to do my job, demon! I'm a guardian angel!" He stood tall on the branch, his wings spreading as wide as possible. "I am a servant of heaven and I don't need to entertain you."

The demon just let out a noise that sounded a lot like a snort and Dipper felt himself shake a little.

"You don't need to entertain me but here you are…entertaining me," the demon began before bursting into uproarious laughter. "Wow you're a hoot, Feathers."

"My name is Dipper! Not Bird-brain! Not Cupid! And not Feathers!"

The demon started to sober up. "Like that's any better."

Dipper shook his head as he got ready to fly away. "I don't have time for this."

"Ah ah, hey you gave me yours I might as well give you mine."

"What?"

The demon extended a hand to him. "Name's Bill Cipher, dream demon and master of the mind."

Dipper frowned.

"What? Angels don't shake hands?"

"No…just you're a demon."

Bill laughed. "Fine if you want to be rude."

Hesitantly Dipper reached for the outstretched hand, giving it a little shake.

"See? That wasn't so bad."

Dipper just took his hand back. "I have to go…my charge needs me."

"Gotcha, I'll be seein' you then, Angel-face."

Like last time the demon vanished.

"Angel-face?" Dipper sighed before shaking his head again as he flew back to where Wendy was in the gift shop.

That demon, Bill Cipher, was a strange character. Dipper wasn't sure what he wanted but talking to a demon probably wasn't a good thing. He needed a plan for the next time Bill would try to talk to him.

Just fly away Dipper. Demons aren't worth your time. Wendy is all you need to focus on.

The angel nodded to himself. "Yeah just fly away."

That should work out fine.