Dipper Pines held an electronic detector in one hand and an EMT laser in the other. With them he temporarily shut of the rooms two security cams from the base of the stairs.

The clicks of Dipper's devices were unfamiliar. Will normally didn't bother looking up, but something felt different. The soft steps unlike those of Master Ford and Master Stan. So he looked up.

There was a human in his prison. Will was too shocked to speak. For thirty years he'd seen no one but those awful brothers. He looked young, maybe late teens. He had brilliant white hair that spiked up slightly, revealing a strange birthmark. Under a long, white lab coat he wore a navy waistcoat over a collared black shirt. Along with black slacks and joggers.

Dipper thought the room looked very bleak. Dark, undecorated stone walls made it feel completely different to the lab above. There was a cot, an adjustable table with straps, a table with lab equipment, washing station and a few metal cabinets.

But there was something in the room that was far from dull. Attached to arms hanging from golden, glowing chains was bright, blue triangle. It had little arms and legs, a black tie, a bowler hat and one giant eye.

Three eyes locked together in the warm room. In the first second Will's life bloomed with hope, but then he saw deep into the calculating stare.

"Well this is, unexpected." The young boy said. His white hair catching the light of the fluorescent bulbs, giving it a faint glow.

Will could almost pretend the light was a halo and that this innocent soul was here to save him.

Perhaps he would help though, after all Will had never done a wrong dead in this dimension. "Please-" His desperate voice broke with exhaustion, "please, these chains.. They burn. Please help me." As far as Will knew, Ford didn't employ any staff in his lab. But he never talked about the world very much so that didn't mean anything. He had mentioned a nephew.. But anyone in the Pines family would surly have inherited dark hair.

The smartly dressed boy approached the triangle cautiously, looking over his shoulder in pretence. His fingers tentatively touched the chains, as if to see if they would burn. When they didn't Dipper stared down at the wide, slowly batting eye. "What are you?" He asked in bewilderment.

Will's heart sank. Any decent person would have come running, would be asking where the key was, or even what his name was. No, this was another one like Ford. Another scientist. "Um, well I'm a triangle. I'm not a threat or anything! I'm just from another world kinda. Another dimension really."

Soft fingers ran over the creatures little, black fist. Following the limb down to where it seamlessly faded into blue. Dipper pinched at the arm, trying to find bone.

"OW!" Will cried, trying to shrink away from the white haired boy.

Dipper moved his manicured nails down to the body of the triangle. It was thin. Almost a millimetre thick at the edge, but it grew in depth at the centre. Fingers glided over the beings tie and into the grid pattern on his skin below.

Without warning Dipper's nail dug between the groves. He kept going through the triangles whimpering till a very recognisable droplet of black blood bleed out. "I've seen Grunkle ford use drops this in some of his experiments.. It unstable and very powerful. Strange that it's source is so.. pathetic." Dipper remarked honestly. "So," he began casually, "how do you make riches?" Dipper held the drop of blood to his face and licked it.

When Will started crying instead of answering Dipper dove his nail back into the tiny cut. Wiggling it around he tried to lift up the tile like scale on the body. Since it wouldn't peel off Dipper resolved that it was more like cracks in skin membrane than protective scales.

Will didn't answer the blonde. He couldn't form thoughts beyond how in hell's name had an individual just as uncaring and heartless as his old friend been the only person to discover him in thirty years. Oh that's right, his mind whispered, because that's what you deserve.

And what if Ford found out? Would he punish Will? The only things Will knew of his master's nephew was that the boy was his apprentice and looked like his master. But he supposed that didn't rule out the boy. He could have bleached his hair.

The teen observed the creatures tears with distain. Then pulled out a roll for paint brushes he had won from Mabel and repurposed (the family often bet thing during games night and he and Ford were a formidable team). From it he pulled a pipette and collected the rolling droplets. The creatures blood was powerful, so why not all its other fluids. "I said how do you make wealth."

Will's mind focused on the boy before him. If he could keep him interested and happy, then maybe things would be ok. "This reality, it's completely different from my original. I'm from a two-dimensional dimension, so my head.. I can see things in different dimensions. And what with the giant collective mindscape this world generates, well I can draw from it to manipulate reality like the hologram it is. Like, if I look at you in 2D you're a shape and in 1D you're a spec. If I see you as a spec, you could be anything. Then I can shift my vision to see you back as a shape, only this time you're a red ball. Then when I shift make to 3D I can decide that your just a red lidded, cylindrical glue stick. So I can turn anything into anything. Create gold or artefacts or anything. It's not ultimate power obviously. If a rift was torn between this reality and the world of collective mindscapes.. Well then I could do anything. The laws of physics would be meaningless. I would be able to change time or gravity or even turn a country into 4D.. But it would also let out the nightmares living beyond the minds of all living creatures. They would reign and reality would destabilise." Will blabbered, saying the things that had once placated Ford.

The grid pattern on his lower half had dirt inset into its seems, well dirt or dried blood. Dipper wasn't sure. Lifting the shape away from the wall Dipper saw that the pattern continued around the back of its body. Pulling out some sharper instruments, Dipper collected a skin sample, a sample of the dirt and some of the black skin from its legs. The thing didn't even kick. The fact that the creatures will was so badly broken made Dipper feel tingly. Like it would just let you do anything to it.

A look of heavy concentration was on Dipper's features. He paused and looked the triangle up and down before asking, "So if you're from a 2D reality, and this is a 3D reality, are there reality in 1D and 4D with creatures living there?"

Will's eye widened in surprise. It had taken a month for Stanford to first ask that question. "There are 4D dimensions, I cannot travel to them.. Although they can see us at times. As for the 1st dimension.. I only know of one being who lives there. I will not speak they're name. They created me, and my entire dimension."

"They're a god?" Dipper asked stunned, he had never believed in god. And certainly didn't think a one-dimensional spec could be a god.

"Not a god no, but they do fit the human definition of a 'god' so I suppose it is what you would call them." Will said in his low, electric sounding voice.

Murmuring thoughtfully Dipper carefully wrapped his microbe slides up before tucking his baggy back into his lab coat. Pulling out his phone he checked to see how his Grunkle was travelling. Ford wasn't even halfway to his destination so he had loads of time to, learn. Turning the torch on his phone on Dipper shone it into the giant eye, noting the speed of its reactions.

Dipper had never seen a creature so foreign. He'd never been so pleased by the cries and pitiful sounds a creature emitted either. It was almost intoxicating and he knew he'd be back again and again. Maybe he would come down again just to see how much it could bleed, or how easily it bruised (if it even could). Perhaps leaving all pretence of researching the impressive being at the door and just having fun.

"How does Ford restrain your power enough to let you manifest gold?" Dipper asked, his face showing none of the wonder he felt.

Will was surprised by the question. Never, not even when Ford had first betrayed him, had Ford feared him enough to make him powerless. "What? He.. He doesn't.."

The stuttering triangle was cut off by an annoyed Dipper. "Bullshit. Like you've been here for thirty years and don't want to kill him. Does he leave one cuff on?"

"What, um the chains, well they do restrict my vision and my power.. But I would never hurt anyone! Not even him. And not to save myself. He leaves me in them because they hurt." Will was offended, after everything he'd done for humanity. All his years of redemption. Civilisations had built entire monuments, founded secret orders all to thank him. Yet this boy somehow saw the worse in a stranger, an abused victim.

He huffed out "well that's just stupid. Convenient for Ford I guess… so if I let you out right now, and told you to stay. Would you?" Dipper asked intrigued. The thought of the snivelling blue thing bowing to his every command resonated beautifully through his head.

Will's eye focused on the floor behind the stranger. Oddly ashamed of himself for his answer. "Yes. I can't leave this room. The walls won't let me."

A thoughtful hum vibrated through Dipper's chest. "Hmm, that's probably true. But you understand I can't take your word for it." He said sweetly before grazing a nail down a chained arm and pinching roughly.

"OW! Please stop that hurt!" Will cried, his futile position had always filled him with bleak despair. But somehow this was worse. This was like his first few years with Stanford. Unsure and afraid, never knowing what was coming next.

"Really?" Dipper asked, not expecting a retort. He rolled the arm between his fingers whilst pinching it. The thing had the most miniscule pain threshold. He thought thirty years with his Grunkle would have toughened him up more.

The triangle expanded like it was letting out a breath as Dipper backed away from it. Finding two tiny cameras and a listening device from inside his blue waistcoat pocket. He tucked the tiny spywares in grout groves in the old stone walls. It was a risk to put them in, but Ford hadn't seen Dipper's little inventions yet so probability was he wouldn't detect them.

Dipper approached the chained creature slowly, musing aloud as he went. "Maybe you don't want to leave. Maybe you like being locked up and used." A finger traced over the linear pattern carved into the flesh of the creature. Thoughts of himself being locked down here. Punished for discovering this place by a stern, calculating Ford. A shiver ran up Dipper's spine. "So, do you produce any fluids other than tears and blood?"

Will squeaked, trying desperately to articulate his denial. "Awhatt! No! well um maybe spit.." Will's eye narrowed. Ford never fed him, so he often forgot he could eat.

"I don't see a mouth." Dipper said in confusion. Perhaps the creature could change its body like it changed reality.

Fear rippled through Will, Ford had been very interested in his internal anatomy. Food and drink would fill his tiny stomach and then be deleted. The tasting of the food was the only reason to consume anything. Will couldn't absorb nutrients so Ford had made him ingest every poison and toxin he could find. Many had made him hallucinate which was dangerous. When not cuffed the things he saw had become reality. But most had just been very painful. Movement had caused him to loose colour and spew. Even the slow pumping of his blood was enough to send pain like an electric shock seize up his muscles. For the briefest moment Will considered refusing the child before him. But then he pursed his eyelids into lips obediently. It was after all, unlikely the boy carried unicorn blood on his person. That substance had made Will's boneless limbs to melt away. Regrowing them had almost been as painful as losing them.

The boy observed him with keen interest. His eyelid was pulling away from his eyeball, particularly at the bottom which revealed a small hole. As the blue skin opened fully Dipper almost expected the alien to say 'ahhh'. The hole widened as he relaxed showing that it was in fact the throat.

"Where is your tongue?" Dipper murmured almost to himself before hooking two fingers into the bottom lip/ eyelid to pull the mouth open wider. There was a tiny, razor sharp teeth forming several rings at the start of the throat. Dipper was sure they would rip the flesh of his finger immediately if he stuck it down there. Although it was probable only his pinkie would be able to fit.

Will could of talked, but he didn't. Trying desperately not to cry whist the heartless bully examined his insides. Slowly he moved his paper thin, black tongue that had been pressed against the back of his eyeball out.

"Well go on. Move it, extend it." Dipper commanded as he pulled back to collect a swab kit. Maybe it was the same substance as the tears, maybe not.

Slowly the tongue wiggled back and forth, then elongated out and out and out. About a hands length, surly longer than it had been before, perhaps the creature was growing and shrinking it at will. It was very thin, but firm and would tense and thicken when poked. Dipper wanted badly to remove the creatures chains, sit on its face and make it eat him out.

"So you have a mouth, and an eye.. What about ears?" Dipper asked, pushing down non-scientific thoughts.

The shook his triangle its body left to right in an attempt to say no.

What about reproductive organs?" Dipper asked coldly, looking down at the flat edge of the triangle.

Will shuddered, remembering Ford's endless tests and live surgeries. "Nnno Sirr."

Pausing Dipper drank in the restrained creatures fear. He had been made by a 'not god' god. So his kind probably didn't reproduce. But if he could grow body parts on whim.. Dipper smiled wickedly, "oh come on now, hmm.. What's your name?"

"Will." Will mumbled as he tried to fade himself into the wall, not liking the child's expression at all.

"Well Will, I'm Dipper, and I think you do have something. You really shouldn't lie to me Will." Dipper reprimanded the creature. Thinking its name suited him perfectly.

Dipper flashed him a grin before wandering over to the basin. He checked his phone again, Ford was nearly at the location. He hadn't even started the return trip. Finding a roll of chucks cloths he wetted one and was careful to put the roll back where he found it exactly.

He walked back to Will with a kind smile on his face. "It's gonna be a bit cold, I'm sorry. But you do seem dirty, I don't imagine my uncle takes very good care of you." He said as he began wiping Will's brow.

Will's suspicion was confirmed and his eye flashed with a memory of his masters talking. He'd heard Ford tell Stan that Mason looked the spit of Stan when he was younger and how it made him love his nephew more.

Being cleaned should have been nice. But having the boy so close again just made him feel uncomfortable.

"You know Will, Ford won't find out about this visit unless you tell him. But I don't think you will. I'm a lot kinder than my Uncle. And I think that if you promise not to tell him, I could risk coming back. I could even bring you something. Like food or maybe something for the pain? I still wouldn't be able to let you out see." Dipper mused as he moved on to clean the limp black legs.

Will looked down at the child. Really he had no way to know if he was as horrible a human as his uncle, but the fact that Ford was extremely fond of the boy was a very bad sign. "I think you'd come back anyway. But, I wouldn't mind seeing a different face now and then. I won't tell. I wouldn't wish his wrath on anyone."

Dipper frowned slightly at the carefully worded rejection. Not that he needed Will's consent, but it would have made thing easier. "Well I still have some time today. We can still have a little fun."

Will frowned, unable to properly see the boy, standing so close to his side. An involuntary shudder shook him as a rough tongue travelled up his angular edge.

The boy hummed, his hot breath brushing against his tie before he was at the other side. Licking its edge in a mirror of his movements.

"Not there huh?" He mumbled thoughtfully before tickling Will's back.

Then hot, open mouth kisses were sweeping over his tie. The hand at his back pushing him firmly against the mouth. Dipper moved his ministrations to around Will's eye, giving the blue skin little kisses and nips.

Dipper loved the tingling on his lips as he brushed against eyelashes. He didn't know if Will had lungs, but movement suggested he was breathing heavily. Smiling Dipper straightened up and kissed the bowler hat. Sucking on the black skin and trying to swallow the round shape whole. Rewarded by a sharp gasp from Will. Yep, the tie and hat were like decorative limbs on his body. And since they were stylised as human, Will and probably grown them. Which meant he could grow other things if he chose to.

Panting Dipper pulled back, letting his lab coat fall to the floor. Undoing a few buttons of things before pulling his waist coat and button-up shirt over his head. Revealing his flat, pale chest. He wasn't actually hairless, but he might as well have been since his all his hair was so white.

Grabbing Will's small round feet, Dipper kissed them both and then their soles. He licked and nibbled up the legs, his hand never stopping their exploration of Will's body. Drawing invisible circles and rubbing him in different ways. When his mouth reached the base of the triangle he paused, letting his breath fan over the edge. He tickled the legs before holding them firmly in his grip as he licked along base of triangle.

Will shuddered but didn't struggle so Dipper released his feet. Sliding his hand up the flat back and pulling the body closer to his outstretched tongue. Occasionally grazing his nails lightly down Will's back.

That's when Will started to truly cry. Dipper smiled, knowing that his mission was working.

Kisses and licks to the base of triangle seemed to have the most effect, well that and the hat. So Dipper continued squeezing the blue edge between his lips and swiping his tongue over the shapes edge. His nails ghosted up the body in a long sweep and the triangle rattled in his chains. Fingers began to play with the still damp hat and Will let out a strangled gasp. That's when Dipper's tongue found a crack. He pushed against it and slipped inside.

The moan Will let out was low and raw.

It was strange how hard Dipper was for this inhuman creature. But the way Will was opening up for him just seemed so right.

Bending to kneel on the floor Dipper observed the inner blue flesh darken to black as it disappeared higher into the slit.

Fingers joined Dipper's tongue, holding the straight slit open. There was a slick substance now, removing one hand Dipper pulled a spare swap container from the back pocket of his slacks. Suspecting that the sample would be the same as Will's spit.

The painful, scraping swap sent Will crashing back into reality. He shook with fear and anger at the cold display.

Experimentally Dipper teased and kneaded the inner walls of the blue alien. Soon he had the crying triangle whining out sounds of forced pleasure. The slickness gathering with every minute.

With a groan Dipper got off his knees, aching from the cold, hard ground. With fingers still moving inside the creature, he let his breath fan its face before whispering, "you look so fragile, it's getting me hard."

His finger withdrew and he let it trail up and over to the tight fist being held in chains.

Starring Will in the eye Dipper unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. Thinking of the blue hole, opened and salivating just for him.

Never breaking eye contact with the tear-stained triangle, Dipper guided his dick into Will.

He wasn't warm like a human, but he wasn't cold. And fuck was he tight. The sides of his dick felt no pressure, in fact he could slide it from side to side. But between the front and back of the triangle was perfect. Slick yet clearly fighting Dipper's cock. Trying and failing to squeeze him out, to deny him.

Moaning Dipper started to rock back and forth. Pushing up on his heels to sink in further before pulling out again. "Is this what my uncle keeps you for Will?" He asked the restrained creature.

Ford would obviously have a bigger dick than Dipper, the idea sparked a tiny light of jealousy inside him. "Do you wish it was his cock filling you?" He asked as he thrusted hard and fast. Ploughing into the upright body before him.

Images of Ford fucking Will strapped to the table filled Dipper's mind. Making him growl with lust. "Do you need to be fucked by him? Dream all day of his visits? Of how he'll fuck you next? Lucky bastard." His hands squeezed the black hat, fingering its brim.

Dipper lost all thought as something boneless began to curl around his cock. Squeezing him to a painful level before slackening and doing it again. He wanted to examine it, it felt like another long thin tongue. But that would mean pulling out, being somewhere that wasn't inside Will. So he continued his punishing slams into the crying and moaning triangle.

"I bet that's why you don't fight back! Who would?" Dipper whisper the last part, replacing Will with himself in his mind's eye. Tied up and at his uncles mercy. Punctuating his words with deep, unskilled thrusts "cause* you* love* Ahhh~" Dipper fell against the triangle as he shot cum between Will's walls. Utterly spent and holding the glowing chains for support.

The tongue was uncurled around his limp cock. After pulling out into the cold air Dipper watched as a long black tongue swept his cum off its walls. Flicking it onto the ground and wall below. He'd have to clean that, not that that mattered. They still had loads of time.

"Your all mortals. Eventually you'll die, or you cities will fall, your star will die. Either way I will be free someday. But I won't harm anyone to do it. Not again." Will whispered, almost as if he was trying to remind himself.

Δ

Two bright screens shone into darkness. One showing complex coded algorithms rapidly sequencing, whilst the other was a security camera feed.

Soft breathing and the slow slap of skin filled a small dark room.

Stanford Pines sat watching, a pained expression on his face.

Dipper had finally found his secret. He'd been ready for this for a year, but Ford had wanted him to discover it on his own.

And this, this was better than anything Ford could have ever expected. His eyes never wavering from the pale flesh on his screen.

With a low grunt and a tightening grip Ford forced himself not to ejaculate. What Dipper had just said…

Getting up Ford turned the screens off and exited the room. Stepping into the well-lit laboratory from behind another secret door. Ford started towards the still open doorway to the sub-basement.

It was time to have a chat with his prodigy.

He pushed a high button disguised as a brick to lock the door behind him before he descended the stairs. His footsteps echoing like thunder.

#Hello to all you kinky triangle lovin wackos

#Try to date your own species kids