Chapter 2
"Dipper. We have to lock the door and leave him. What the hell has he ever done for us? We owe him nothing. Especially not his life," Mabel exclaimed as I continued to sit there with Bill next to me. He had passed out again after he spoke those words.
"Mabel, then we would be just like him. Just in case we found something we needed to take home, I brought two matching bracelets that cut off any magic that he has. There is a small remote that has a freeze button that will even stop him from moving. We'll be safe to interrogate him and keep him in the lab until we make a decision to get rid of him or not," I tell her. She grabs the bracelets and a blindfold.
"Here's a blindfold. It'll keep him from finding out how to bypass the security," Mabel says, reluctantly allowing me to let Bill come with us.
I put the bracelets on both of Bill's wrists and put the purple blindfold on. I throw him over my shoulder and walk out of the room. I shut the door behind me and I begin to walk to the exit of the lab. I have Mabel pull the lever and open the door.We walk out and I continue to carry Bill until we get to the car. We set him in the trunk so if we get stopped, they won't see a blindfolded, incapacitated person just sitting in the car.
Mabel starts the car and we drive off. We keep quiet and blast some music. Specifically Lorde at Mabel's request. Our car pulls into the shack driveway and we put up the roof and get out of the car. We pop the trunk and I sling Bill over my shoulder, then carry him to the lab entrance. We bypass the security and I carry him to my room.
"Mabel, can you go grab the extra mattress from the extra room down the hallway left of the portal?" I ask, setting Bill temporarily on my bed and taking off his blindfold.
"Are you sure you want him in your room? We have, like, ten extra rooms that are much more secure and what's better is there's no way he can even try to kill you," Mabel said as she started to leave the room.
"No, he's safer here where I can keep an eye on him," I replied. She rolled her eyes and left. After a few minutes, she came back with a mattress and throws it on the floor.
"I'm gonna go nap. There's a vent from here to my room. Don't go out of your room or I won't be able to hear you. The rest is sound proof."
"Yeah, I got you, sis. Don't worry."
"I'm gonna fuckin' worry."
"Just don't have an aneurysm, okay?" I tell her, rolling my eyes. She sighs out an okay under her breath. She slams the door as a way to show her anger towards the whole situation.
"What's her problem," Bill grumbles. I jump back a bit and he laughs but his face twists in pain as if it hurts just to move.
"Don't move, Bill. I have some food in my mini-fridge," I reach in and grab a sandwich and soda, "This'll get your blood sugar back up. Also, here's a shit ton of water."
"Thank you, Pine Tree," Bill choked out and then began to shove food into his mouth as fast as he can.
"I didn't think you were capable of feeling thankful," I said, cocking my head to the side, letting out a small smile.
"Well, if you haven't caught on yet, I have changed a lot," Bill told me, finishing off the sandwich and drinking all of the water I brought him.
"I guess I did notice that a little," I said, us both chuckling, "How about you nap a bit more. I'll let you sleep on my mattress. It's more comfortable than that lumpy thing."
"Huh. You really do trust easily," Bill remarked, touching my cheek. I blush and pull away.
"Well, I'll leave you to it, I guess. Um, I'll come back later with more food and water and probably more sugar. I'm gonna lock the door because, uh, I gotta, like, be cautious ya know?" I stutter nervously, looking away and leaving. What the hell was that? I shrug and head to the main lab.
I walk up to the top floor and start to cook a large meal out of the stuff Stan and Ford bought us before we arrived. Those two are definitely hover-parents at heart. I grab one of the many cook-books Mabel refused to get rid of when we were packing our belongings back at our parents' house. I try to find a book that would give a full meal of everything a human would need, but to no avail. So, I googled it and I came to a website literally dedicated to if someone found a malnourished child. Good enough and very well fitting. After beginning to cook, Mabel came in and looked at me with a hint of anger but too tired to show the full emotion.
"Dude, don't worry. He's napping on my bed and the door is locked. If he tries to open the door a loud siren will go through the whole house and I will press this button that will paralyze him," I assure her and hold up the remote with the button on it. I sigh and slide down to the floor, "Please, just trust me. When I found the journal it told me to trust no one and I figured out that same day that you are the person I can trust. Please, just can you do the same for me, sis?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, Dip. I just want you to be safe so you don't get hurt. Do you know how hard it was for me to see you go down the other day?" Mabel asked me. She slid down next to me and put her head on my shoulder, "I'm just scared you'll get hurt, okay?"
"I know. I'm sorry, I just need you to trust me right now. I promise that if things go south, I won't hesitate to end this," I explain, tears threatening to fall. Who knew my first few days here would be such a wreck. But maybe that's just the reason I came here. Life was maybe just too ordinary.
"Awkward sibling hug?" Mabel asked.
"Awkward sibling hug." We hug, still on the floor.
"Pat, pat," We say simultaneously, then standing up.
"Alright, now let me help you cook. You've always been a bad cook and dude I know exactly how to feed someone in that condition. A lot of calories and every type of food there is. We need to give it to him in smaller doses though. We can't overload him," Mabel told me, taking the cooking supplies out of my hand, "And this also means some fuckin' tunes, bitch."
"Which playlist?" I ask, picking up my phone and turning on the bluetooth speaker.
"Um. How about the 'get pumped' one," Mabel suggests, I nod my head and turn it on. It's compiled of every genre there is. We start making the food, dancing and singing. We bake and cook the largest serving of everything. We take paper plates and put all of what we made on them, organizing it, making it look like a little lunchable. We cover the servings in seran wrap and we bring them all down to my room, putting the in the mini-fridge. I take one out and wake Bill up.
"Bill. I have more food for you," I say and he opens his eyes slowly. He shows a small smile, looking way better even after just having food, water, and a nap.
"I would definitely like some of that," He says to me eagerly, making cute grabby hands.
"Okay, well, we're minimizing your meals to serving sizes so you don't over-eat and get hurt," I explain to him, subconsciously putting my hand on his shoulder and then handing him the plate with the other.
"You're so… caring, Pine Tree," He tells me, almost astonished looking, "After… all I've done."
"Shh. Don't think of that right now. Just eat your food and get more rest. If you wake up in the middle of the night, drink some water," I assure him. He nods his head, then looks at my hand that's still on his shoulder.
"Ahem. Pine Tree?" He says, drawing my attention to my hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry," I reply, blushing and taking my hand off of his shoulder.
"Oh, don't be sorry, Pine Tree. I don't mind, I just need to eat with that arm," He tells me, smirking and even winking. I blush even harder and look to Mabel. She rolls her eyes, trying to hide a smile, and leaves.
"Um, I'm gonna go to the lab and put some things together and then I'll be back. You can sleep in my bed. I'll take the mattress on the floor," I say and begin to leave, but he grabs my wrist and stops me.
"Let's just share a bed, Pine Tree. This is a queen size, isn't it?" He suggests, I'm scared I'll stammer if I talk, so I just nod my head. He lets my hand go and leans back on the bed. I scratch my head and leave the room. I decide not to think about what just happened.
I walk up to my lab bench and take out my journal from my jacket and set it on the table. I open it and turn to the first page. I shuffle through the drawer, looking for a pen. I find a pen that has everyone's name on it- mine, Ford's, Stan's, Mabel's, Wendy's, Soos's, and even Waddles. It puts a smile on my face and I start to write.
Today I found Bill. Well, a humanoid Bill. He was malnourished and dehydrated. I am keeping him in my room and feeding him periodically. I am not sure how benevolent he is, but I have questions and will keep him. Here are questions I need answers to:
Is he benevolent?
Does he still have his powers?
How did he get here?
I will give answers as I receive them.
I draw a portrait of him on the side, doodling to avoid going back. I haven't been scared of any monster since my first few summers. I've become desensitized. Maybe I've reserved fear for the thing that was responsible for my desensitization. Bill.
I sigh and shut the book. I open the drawer to put the pen away, but end up shutting the drawer and putting the pen in my pocket. I leave the book on the lab bench and head back to my room. I'm anxious to go back to him. I guess I'm not scared, but anxious. That's the best description. I open the door to him lying in my bed, with every single blanket I have piled on top of him.
"Oh, Pine. I thought you'd never come back. I'm so cold. Help," Bill whines.
"Wow. Human Bill is so much more whiny," I tell him, leaning against the closed door.
"It's because I'm cooolllld," He continues on.
"Well, that's the last of my blankets and until you recover from your extreme deprivation of literally everything a person needs to survive, your body temperature is gonna be fucked," I explain.
"Whatever. I have all of the blankets but I need some extra body heat. Come here," He beckons. I freeze and walk over anxiously, reluctantly. No, not reluctantly, cautiously. He sees my hesitation and continues to speak, "Come on, Pine Tree. I don't bite. Unless you like that."
"God. That doesn't help," I say, finally getting into bed with him. As soon as I get under the covers, he basically climbs on top of me, intertwining all of our body parts.
"Hm, soft," Bill whispers into my neck, making me shiver. I feel his breathing even out and realize there is no moving him even if I wanted to, so I let myself drift off as well.
When I wake up we're even more tangled up than we were when we fell asleep. I turn my head over and see his cheeks finally filling out with color. I lean closer to him and realize he hasn't showered yet so I decide I'll wait for him to wake up then help him in the shower.
"Wow, Pine, no need to stare," Bill says suddenly and I jump back.
"I, uh, well. I was just remembering that you haven't showered yet. You're starting to smell," I say, trying to recover.
"I don't know if I can shower by myself. I might need help," He says, scooting closer.
"I think you can manage," I tell him and he pouts but gets up and heads to the bathroom attached to my room anyway. After a few minutes I hear the water running and the fan on.
I'm about to get up when I see that I've woken up with a problem down there. I reach my hand down and pull down my sweatpants and pull out my hard cock. I begin to stroke it and I immediately moan. I realize sleeping in the same room as my sister prevented me from doing this for a long time. I reach over to the nightstand and grab the small bottle of lube. I put some on my finger and reach down to my ass.
I circle my finger around my hole and finally stick one in. I moan even louder this time, biting my lip to keep myself quiet. I slowly put two more fingers in and fuck myself onto my fingers. I stroke myself harder and faster, thrusting my fingers inside myself deeper. I let my head fall back and close my eyes in bliss. I feel myself about to cum and see Bill's face flash through my mind. Caught up in the moment I whisper "Bill" to myself and come.
I pant and let myself calm down, not yet to the point of clarity to realize what I just did. I pull up my pants and clean myself off with the tissues in the nightstand drawer where the lube was. I put everything back and lay down on my bed in a calming bliss. I finally think of what just happened and bolt up, opening my eyes. Did I really just come thinking about Bill? What the actual fuck? No. I was just caught up in the moment. It means nothing. Right as I finish that thought, Bill walks out of the shower with a towel around his waist. I look up at him startled and blushing.
"Are you alright, Pine Tree? You look a little flustered," Bill remarks, going over to my drawer and pulling out some of my clothes. He puts on a pair of my briefs and then a crop top I have left from my hipster phase. He takes a plate of food from the fridge and crawls back into the bed, leaning against the wall that my bed is pushed up against and resting his legs on top of me.
"Why are you wearing my clothes, Bill? And of all of them, why those?" I ask, rolling my eyes and laying my arm across my face.
"What? Do they not look good on me?" He teases and pouts, finishing the last bite of his food and crawling on top of me, putting his legs on either side of me.
"No. That's not what I'm saying and get off of me," I tell him, alarmingly as he's literally straddling me.
"I thought you'd like them, Pine Tree," He pouts and looks up at me, moving his hips against my crotch so subtly that I almost believe it was an accident. Almost.
"Bill, get off of me, please," I beg, half-heartedly nudging him off of me. With one last rut into my hips, he climbs off, "Okay. I'm going to go upstairs and grab breakfast. You just please stay here and don't get into anything."
I stand up and walk out, locking the door behind me. I lean against it, breathing slowly and clearing my head, getting rid of my half hard boner. Once I'm all taken care of, I walk upstairs and reach into the cupboard of the kitchen. I pull out some frosted flakes and make a bowl of cereal. As I just begin to eat, Mabel comes out of her room, her hair a complete mess and her pyjama pants and shirt wrinkled to hell.
"Mornin', bro," Mabel greets, walking over and making a bowl of cereal herself then sitting down.
"Morning. I realized Bill hadn't showered so I made him. Later I'm gonna go down there with my journal and get some answers," I reply, finishing off the last spoonful of frosted flakes.
"Probably a good idea. We really need to know what the fuck he's doing here. I'm not just worried about you, ya know. The entire town of Gravity Falls is at stake. I know a lot of the stuff in this place is but Bill's one of the only ones to have actually almost destroyed it," Mabel says, sitting across from me and starting to eat.
"Yeah," I sigh, standing up and walking to the sink. I rinse out my bowl and stick it in the dishwasher along with the fork, "Well, I guess now's as good a time as ever to get those answers out of him."
"Alright. Come to the lounge area before the security lock and watch some Archer with me later," Mabel says, taking in another bite of food after. I nod and walk downstairs. I go past the security and enter the lab. I grab my journal, take a deep breath, and walk in. I see Bill sitting there, watching some DIY Network show on my mini-tv. I turn it off and face him.
"What was that for?" Bill asked, outraged.
"I have some questions to ask you."