Ford hadn't come back yet. It was dark outside, had been an hour or so since he had left, but Ford hadn't returned and Dipper felt okay with that. Sure, there was medicine to be taken and a fever to put sown, but Dipper wasn't feeling so sick anymore. And it seemed Bill was also an okay piece of company. He felt alright being left alone with the demon that brought him both hatred...And joy. He was okay with it.

"Pine tree, you're hungry. Let's go to the kitchen, I can fix you up something in a jiff."

Dipper found himself nodding in approval and rising from the couch to follow after the demon whom had already set off.

His legs, at first, were awful shakey, but in a moment he was able to overcome their noodle-like attribute and follow after the other smoothly.

The kitchen held nothing in general that felt important to Dipper. So to skip his useless monologue of explanation, he ignored every aspect of the room. Cautiously, though, he stepped forth into the entry way directly behind the yellow clad demon and stopped at the counter to his side. Unsure of what to do, he could only watch in mild curiosity as the boy went from side to side, his hands snatching at things from within the fridge and cabinets.

Dipper stared in awe as the male tossed pots and pans across the room, setting them upon the stove with such accuracy it was inhuman. Bill was inhuman.

He almost felt shocked at the sight before him, amused even that when he realized what the boy was making he could hardly contain his laughter.

"P-pine tree?" Bill sounded curiously flustered beyond control as he set down dishes on the centered table in the room "what's so funny?!"

Dipper turned his head in mild embarrassment before responding. "You made-" he was cut short by a laugh escaping his lips but continued either way. "All of that flourish- and all you made was spaghetti-?!"

The demon stared at the boy cracking apart before him incredulously, as though he had indeed lost his mind. Perhaps I hurt him a bit much back then...might've hit his head... "And? Is there a problem with that, kid?"

The brunette breathed slowly, holding in the outbursts that were soon to persist before seriously addressing the demon. "First of all, I'm not a kid to you anymore. And secondly, what was with all that pan tossing and pots? You literally just grabbed a container of spaghetti from the fridge and put it on plates, was all that necessary?"

"I was looking for something, alright?" He made a move to sit but motioned for the other to do so first.

Dipper complied, seating himself just across from Bill.

"I did cook the noodles, though. I always cook ahead of time incase some idiot decides he's no longer feeling sick and wants food out of the blue."

"Don't blame me, it was my stomach." Dipper sighed heavily until he looked down at the pasta in his plate. It didn't look half bad, or poisoned either...or made out of human flesh...it looked almost edible and tantalizing to his growing hunger.

He took the fork by its end and carefully chewed back a mouthful, realizing that it wasn't as he had expected. "Wow, Cipher, this isn't bad at all, when'd you learn to cook?"

Bill looked up from his own mouthful and shook his head. "You're beginning to sound like Sixer, Pine tree. And I only learned to cook since food was necessary for a physical human body. Just read a few books and here we are, eating precooked noodles that aren't as terrible as we both had expected."

Dipper nodded in response until his eyes caught something sitting on the counter, lonesome with nothing by its side. "Bill, why is there an egg sitting over there?"

The demon turned to the item the boy was talking about and once he noticed it he could only shrug. "I dunno. Might've left it there last night."

"Weirdo."

The two were silent once more, finishing their meals almost at the exact time and for some strange reason, Dipper felt the need- or just the kindness out of his heart- to take both plates to the sink and wash them to a crisp clean shine. To the boy's surprise, Bill didn't refuse his offer either. And, as the brunette washed, he was nearly inclined to thank the demon for the food. Nearly, though. It was rude not to, but the way he was being stared back at while rinsing off the plates...he kept his mouth shut and unnecessarily scanned the rather clean, tiled counters.

He found himself lost then, with questions that seemed to find no ease.

And all of them surrounded the being that was Bill Cipher.

Bill freaking Cipher

Suddenly, the sounds of heavy footfalls and creaking filled the cabin. Dipper turned in question and instantly saw the face Bill gave him as he leaned back, casually, against his chair that only held two of its legs upon the ground. The demon wasn't in the least surprised at the sound of entry, but looked almost annoyed.

The brunette understood and quickly dried the dishes he was washing and set them down onto a rack that was near the sink before stepping away from bis work, past the blond, and for the living room.

In the main room now, Dipper was met with the crouched from of his great uncle, a few bags sitting at his feet. Ford hadn't noticed his appearance yet, at least not until the demon followed after the boy and coughed loudly in an annoying manner.

Ford turned to face the two and visibly sighed in relief. "Dipper, thank God, I was afraid Cipher had done something to you the moment I left. I didn't see you sitting here." He ignored the angered boy beside his nephew, not even near to caring about the new form he took. "Why aren't you sitting and resting?"

Dipper glanced in worry at the the fuming demon beside him. "I-I started feeling better once Bill...uh..."

"Took care of the kid. Honestly, Pine tree has no idea how to take care of himself in the least." Bill smirked at the man before him, chuckling in an illhumored manner. "My my, Sixer, don't you like my new form?"

Ford froze with his hand halfway in a bag and Dipper almost expected him to pull out a gun and shoot the demon, but none of that happened.

Bill scoffed. "I gave him a jacket seeing as none of you meatsacks had the decency to do it yourselves."

"That's not-"

"-shut it, Pine tree."

Dipper would've said something more, but shut his mouth in response, fearful of what the other would do to him.

"Anyways, the kid ate too so no need to worry about that Fordsy, but I still expect you to completely heal him...seeing as.." He glanced distractedly at the boy, a sudden glance flashing through his eyes that Dipper could hardly find the true meaning of. "...He's still sick I should say."

Ford shook his head and grunted in frustration. His hand finally pulling out a bottle of pills and reaching out the item for his nephew to take.

Dipper complied, but not without a sudden-jealous?- glance from Bill.

"Here." Ford handed him the bottle. "Take two before sleeping and I'll check on you tomorrow to see if you're doing any better."

He nodded, still not finding any words capable of leaving his lips, seemingly scared almost.

Ford smiled at him and cast a quick glance at the demon before returning it to the boy. "I've got something for you. Mabel fixed it up, it was a bit tattered, but she knew you'd want it either way." With his other hand, he pulled something from his coat pocket and handed it to the boy.

It was Dipper's hat. Still pieced together but obvious signs of wear and tear relevant. On one corner of the bill some stitching had been made to cover a hole that had most likely formed during his many adventures. Dipper smiled back at his Uncle, thankful for the reminder of his gravity falls first visit. "Thanks, great Uncle Ford."

well well well here's the latest chapter. I wanted to post this as soon as possible and was dying to write it also. May take a while for my next chapter, but hope you enjoyed this one

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