He had a bad feeling about tomorrow but for the moment all he cared about was the soft plush pillow and warm blanket that was currently lulling him into sleep and a small fragile sense of security. Dipper however didn't care. With a slight smile and an unknowing mind he closed his eyes and began drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 2: My Mission

Dipper let out a sound of annoyance as the sun assaulted his eyes. His dreamless and somewhat pleasant sleep creating a false sense of safety. Dipper leaked around the room again.

"Right..." he said remembering the prior days events.

Dipper sighed and got out of bed. He walked over to the desk he had seen the previous night. It seemed to be made of mahogany with black glaze finish. The drawer handles were small yellow pine trees. Dipper laughed at that. 'I guess he assumes I'm his property then.' He thought slightly amused. Moving back to the top of the desk dipper noticed a pile of clothing and a note. Dipper decided to read the note first.

Dear Pinetree,
Put these death traps on your stupid meat sack and find me in the throne room.

-Cipher

Dipper put the note off to the side and picked up the clothing pile. He walked back over to his original position and laid the pieces out on his bed. 'Wonder why bill called clothes death traps...' dipper thought. Dipper picked up the white dress shirt first. It was a short sleeved shirt that buttoned in the front with a high rise collar. Dipper decided he'd just flip the collar flat. Accompanied by the shirt was a yellow V neck vest that had a zipper. It was a fairly bright yellow, almost a fluorescent but not quite there, with a golden brick pattern stitching here and there. The rest of the outfit was your basic black dress pants and shoes. (Picture of the outfit (kinda) at the end of the chapter.) Dipper grabbed the clothing and walked over to the separate room. The prior day he assumed it was a bathroom and he was going to check it out. He was correct. With a small smile dipper walked into the room. He quickly stripped his old clothing as they had gotten dirty. He placed his pile neatly onto the counter space by the sink and the old pile into the mesh clothing bin by the door. Dipper hopped into the shower and turned it on. The water was pretty hot and left his skin slightly red but dipper adjusted and didn't mind so much. He found shampoo and conditioner along with some body soaps and scrubs. He opted for the strawberry mango fruity scented hair products and the vanilla sugar scrub. Dipper assumed bill just conjured stuff he thought the boy would like since there were lots of fruity and sugary/sweet smelling products.

"Stupid corn chip...reading my thoughts." Dipper mumbled.

Dipper finished his shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He walked over to the vanity and opened one of the drawers under the sink. He found a deodorant and a brush. The deodorant was a cherry blossom scent, that smelled a lot like vanilla and wild cherries. After applying that he brushed his hair out before looking for a comb to comb it. Dipper would usually do an entire morning routine when mable was at her friends or not around as she always teased dipper when he did around her. He hated how mable thought he was being girly. Sure he liked sweeter scents, and his morning routine was a little extra for a boy, but he enjoyed it. It never hurt anyone to properly groom themselves. Dipper shook his head to clear the thoughts. He finished with his hair, giving it a slight styling, before he gave his teeth a quick brush and then dropped his towel. He slid on a new pair of briefs and slipped on the dress pants. He slipped on some socks and then his shoes before he grabbed the shirt. He slipped the shirt on and buttoned it up. Finally slipping on the vest and doing up the zipper he left the bathroom. He made his way out of the room and own the corridor. Dipper made his way to the throne room, simply following a few small pixie sized demons as they made their way in there. He noted bill sitting on the throne he had built himself.

"Good morning pinetree! Have a nice nap?" Bill caps as his eye arched as if he was smiling.

"It was okay. Better than usual..." Dipper replied.

"Thats well and dandy I suppose..." Bill drawled.

"So you wanted me?" Dipper inquired.

"No. I needed you. I have a task for you, I expect completion and and perfect results upon your return." Bill said more as a warning than task/debriefing.

"What is it?" Dipper asked.

"I'm sending you back to your family. You will retrieve the journals from Ford and bring them back to me, then you will remain here once more." Bill informed.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that!?" Dipper yelled in question.

"Your smart figure it out." Bill said.

"I'm an open book!" Dipper yelled in protest.

"Pinetree, this is an order. Go and get those journals. I don't care what you do just get them. And if you an open book then you better figure out how to act fast!" Bill said turning red.

"Okay..." Dipper said warily.

"Good. Any questions?" Bill asked.

"What's with the outfit?" Dipper asked.

"Well you see pinetree, your other one was a huge magnet for teasing from the demons here." Bill stated.

"..." was dippers only reply.

The boy turned around ready to leave as he was assuming Bill was finished with him.

"By the way Pinetree..." Bill purred.

"Yes Bill?" Dipper sighed turning around again.

"Make sure you have a cover story. I don't need you messing this up! You must have their trust!" Bill warned.

Dipper simply nodded. "I'm not stupid Bill!"

"That's why I picked you. Your smart."

Dipper just rolled his eyes.

"One last thing before you leave." Bill said with a snap of his fingers.

Dipper peered down to see a copy of his original clothing but modified. Seemingly muddy and very worn, rips and tears littering the surfaces of each article of clothing.

"Anything else your royal pain in the butness?" Dipper drawled with amusement.

"No you may go now sir knight in paper armour." Bill drawled back.

'How bad can this be?' Dipper thought not seeing the seemingly pleased expression the the triangles stupid acute face. The boy made his way out of the fearmid with a little help getting to the ground from pyronica. Dipper didn't mind her, she was nice. Nice to dipper at least. From the ground the boy began to run toward the forest with what he hoped was a scared expression. Though faked anyone who was looking wouldn't be able to tell. Dipper ran frantically through the forest seeming not in his right mind, though he himself was for sure completely sane. He wandered around until he spotted a small glimpse of pink and brown.
'Mable...'