Summary: A serial killer is on the loose with the trademark of stealing a single eyeball from their murdered victims. Detective Dipper Pines is determined to solve the mystery…until he meets the killer himself.

Pairing: Billdip (one-sided)

October 9 prompt: Eyeball

Doomed Detective

Hunched in his office chair, Dipper frowned at the various papers scattered about on his desk. The elusive serial killer dubbed as One-Eye had attacked again. This time, the murderer had killed the single mother of two children. Apparently the woman was neck—deep in debt and notorious for manipulating her children into conning kind-hearted individuals into giving her money, which she'd soon spend on useless trinkets.

The police had been trying to catch her on terms of child abuse, but without any hard evidence, she'd evaded the cops…but she hadn't evaded One-Eye. But why had the killer gone after her? They were both criminals as far as Dipper was concerned, and though he didn't condone murder he was relieved the woman was no longer hurting her children. After learning of the case, the detective had ensured the safety of the children.

The children had been placed in foster care and, thankfully, had not seen the bloody remains of their parent. Dipper had to wonder though, why would One-Eye kill her? There didn't seem to be any connections between this case and the previous murders, other than the continuity of One-Eye gouging out a single eye of the victim.

Just what were One-Eyes motivations?

Temple throbbing, Dipper groaned. He needed coffee. Pronto. Pushing back in his chair, he stood and stretched. He rubbed his eyes and weaved around the desk to exit his office and head to the stairs.

Down a few flights and out a front door later, Dipper strode along the sidewalk to the nearest café. Just as he curved around a corner and spotted the entrance to the café, a gurgled scream pierced the air.

Alarmed, Dipper sprinted towards the sound. He ran past the café and into the nearest alley only to skid to a halt. His eyes shot wide. Blood coated the cement, originating from the limp body in the middle of the alley. Dipper rushed to the stranger's side–this time a man–and checked for a pulse. None.

As he flipped out his phone to call the police, his gaze skimmed the corpse and halted on the dead man's face. One eye had been removed. One-Eye. Swallowing back the bile rising in his throat, he fumbled with his phone and wished his hands would stop shaking. Amidst his heart hammering in his ears, he failed to notice the footsteps tapping behind him.

A gloved hand slapped over his mouth and he dropped his phone to clutch at the limb. He struggled as another arm wrapped around his waist and hauled him to his feet. He kicked and flailed until a breath ghosted by his ear.

"You've got such a pretty face, Dipper Pines…I'd hate to have to ruin such beauty by taking one of your pretty eyes."

Dipper stilled. Shoot.

"Thatta boy," the killer purred, tone oddly high but distinctly masculine. So One-Eye was a man, then?

The murderer hauled him into the air and tucked him beneath an arm, hand still firmly clasped over the detective's mouth. Dipper's mind whirled, gaze averting the body sprawled on the floor as the killer continued talking.

"I've had my eye on you for awhile, even before you started following my trail."

Maybe he could escape when One-Eye became distracted? Or maybe if he stayed still, the killer would think he had given up and loosen his grip?

"The name's Bill, by the way. Bill Cipher."

Dipper twisted to look at the man's face. Why the hell would a criminal tell him their name unless… He paled. Unless the killer really did plan to kill him.

"Relax, kid." Bill tightened his grip as Dipper wriggled. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk."

Like hell! Dipper snarled in his mind and flailed harder. You threatened to take my eyeball!

Bill continued to stride with ease, as if Dipper's struggles were just a mere nuisance than actual threat. They turned out of the alley to a barren street…where a car sat in waiting. Dipper's heart pounded.

Shoot shoot shoot shoot.

He was so dead.

~oOo~

Notes:

Credit: Idea comes from the reviewer quixoticEntity.

Wheee! I caught up! So have a creepy Bill.

quixoticEntity: Oh gosh, thanks so much for the ideas! I was tempted to do the blind creature who steals sight by stealing eyeballs, but then I thought of serial Bill and went...yum~ Ha ha, I'm insane.

DaniellePines: Awwww, booo! You're no fuuuun! Guess you'll jut have to wait to see what I have in store for Unexpected Affection! Yeah, I'm a gal. HUG DIPPER TO DEATH MUAHAHAHA! Hmm, I could see a story where Bill and Gideon get a little too huggy for Dipper's tastes. Yum~

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