Bill, Mabel and Dipper all sat around the table, eating cereal for breakfast. Or, Dipper and Mabel cereal at least. Bill was trying to balance his spoon on his nose. Stan and Ford were both still asleep, having stayed up late the previous night whatching Holmes, a mystery show that Mabel called the edgier version of Duck-Tective.
"I think we should let the townspeople know Bill exists." Dipper volunteered.
Bill snatched his spoon off of his nose and pointed it at him.
"You want me to die, don't you? Those people would kill me if they knew I was mortal, no question."
"One: Yes, your death is on my list of things that would make me happy if Mabel wouldn't yell at me-,"
"Dipper!" Mabel shrieked
"And, Two: The people in this town are actually super forgiving. I'm guessing it has something to do with the fact that they live around all this weirdness 24/7 and their minds need to be flexable so that they don't go insane."
"That's a reasonable conclusion to draw. But also, you haven't forgiven me. I destoyed the place they've lived in for at least most of their lives, whereas you'd only been here one summer. Also, my Ice Queen is spectacular with that axe. Also, I-,"
Mabel gasped.
"I have an idea!"
Both boys turned to look at her.
"What is it?" Asked Dipper, curious.
"What if we don't tell them he's Bill? Then, once they get to know him and become friends, we can tell them."
"So, using deception and trickery to achve our goal?" Bill smiled. "I approve."
"NOPE!" Dipper shouted. "When Bill approves of plan A, it is time to move on to plan B."
Bill made a pouty face at Dipper, and the conversation carried on from there. Truth was, though he would never say it, what Dipper had said had hurt almost as much as Bill's sides did.
-HEY, WE MADE IT THROUGH NINTEEN CHAPTERS WITHOUT RUNNING OUT OF JOKES.
Pink. Bright pink fire. that's what color it was. They had ridiculed him for it.
"Could you choose a color less intimidating?" and "Yeah, because everyone is scared of the pink wall of fire decending down upon them." and "Really, do something about that awful shade of pink."In the end, though, he'd prevail, and once they were all dead, he'd change it to a more suitable color, like red or yellow or blue. For now though, with Dikirie unconcious and nothing left to keep their fire burning, Olyxian's pink blaze was their only source of light and heat.
"Is this another flashy thing?" Asked Gunnilla, the resistance's best archer, as they trudged through the snow one night.
"No," he had responded simply. "This is more pride."
-THAT'S PRETTY IMPRESSIVE, PROBABLY!
"Dipper, Mabel, and Bill all walked into the Mystery Shack's gift shop, looking for Wendy. They found her almost immediately, leaned back in the folding chair she'd brought in because Stan had been to lazy to buy an actual chair with a back. Soos had offered to get her one, but she'd simply shrugged. Her feet were up on top of the counter, and she was reading a magazine.
When she heard the door close, she looked up, and once Wendy realized it was Dipper and Mabel, she put her magazine down and swung her feet off of the counter.
"Hey guys. What's up? Who's this guy?"
They had decided to go with Mabel's original plan. It had taken him half an hour to decide on a name for himself, even with Mabel and Dipper throwing suggestions out at least once every thirty seconds.
"This is Thomas." Mabel said.(Because of course Bill had gone for the calm, normal name.) "He's staying in Gravity Falls for a week."
Bill waved at Wendy and smiled just a little too wide. The redhead smiked back awkwardly, and then broke eye contact to look down at Dipper and Mabel.
"So you three are friends this week? Cool."
"Um, yeah. So, um I-his parents went out and they decied that their fourteen year old boy needs a babysiter." Dipper said. He was sweating buckets.
"Oh really?" Wendy raised an eyebrow.
"Yep!" Mabel piped up before Dipper could ruin anything with more ofhis horrible acting. "Will you do it?"
This was weird, even for Wendy, who had seen bucketloads of weird stuff. She made eye contact woth both of the twins, looking for the cat's eye pupils that would signify the fact that they weren't in their right mind. Nothing. She knew Dipper and Mabel wouldn't ever hurt her on purpose, but something about this guy felt off.
"Pleeeease?" Mabel made what Dipper called 'The Face of Doom'.
Wendy shrugged it off.
"Sure, I'll babysit."