SO! A few of you have been waiting for this... CODE TIME! WOO! Never ever doing something like this again :D
P.S.: A new Lunatic chapter will be posted in the next two days ;3
Chapter 9
Dipper left his room, leaving Bill pretty much naked inside, but he had to somehow entertain the girls… God if Mabel found out…
"Hey Dip Dop where were you? I thought you would be at the cafe with your boyfriend," Mabel asked.
"Mabel, are you stalking me?" Dipper answered, furious.
"Of course! I'm your sister I can't just leave you alone with some shady guy!" she exclaimed.
"And we wanted to see you kiss," the short girl with a bob cut added.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Dipper face palmed.
All three girls giggled in sync.
Meanwhile, in Dipper's room:
Bill got dressed without making any noise, but he could clearly listen to everything that was being said outside.
Pinetree is so easy to manipulate… A wide grin filled the blonde's face. This is going to be fun.
He looked closely at the room once again, hearing the conversation outside.
He didn't deny being my boyfriend... This kid...
Bill bit his own finger, drawing blood from it. He proceeded to draw symbols... triangles around the corners of the room, three to be exact. Two in corners and the last one in the middle of the wall. The dark blue paint the walls were coated in was dark enough to hide the newly made paintings, unless they were looked at really closely.
That should do it, he grinned in self-satisfaction.
There was a sudden yell from outside.
"Mabel stop! THAT'S MY ROOM!"
Bill could clearly hear the brunet yelling, trying to stop the girls from opening the door.
Bill sighed, That's my cue.
"Stop!" was the last thing Dipper yelled before the girls barged into the room anyway.
"So girls this is my brother's room, I know, freaky with those things on the walls," Mabel chuckled.
What... Dipper pushed himself into the room past the girls looking around the room, confused.
"Is something wrong?" Mabel asked.
"No, I just lost something... Now you saw my room... Happy?" Dipper sighed still trying to cover his nervousness.
"Very much, thank you" the small girl spoke.
"Yeah, but that bed won't fit two," Grenda added.
"OK girls that's enough, we will be in my room," Mabel explained and left with the other two.
Dipper slammed the door behind him. "Bill?" he whispered. "Bill?" once again... No answer. He looked under the bed, inside the wardrobe. Shit... Where is he…Dipper started to panic.
There was a sudden noise in the room which startled the brunet, then he realized it was just his ring tone. He looked for his phone which was still lying between the sheets of the bed, Bill was calling.
"Bill where the fuck are you?" Dipper said out of breath as he picked up.
"Look out the window," the familiar voice replied.
"What?" The brunet immediately rushed to the window actually leaning out, just to see Bill leaning on the hood of his car smiling like an idiot. Dipper's window had a clear view to the street where the parking lots were.
"How in hell did you get down there?" Dipper asked.
"Fire escape stairs."
"How did you get to those? They are around the corner of the building," Dipper asked surprised.
"You underestimate me Pinetree," he scoffed.
Dipper could clearly see the grin on the blonde's face, even from three floors away.
Dipper sighed, "Should I pick you up tomorrow?"
"Sure kid, I will be watching you."
"Wait wha-?" Before Dipper could say anything else, Bill had already hanged up on him.
"Asshole!" Dipper yelled.
Bill only formed a heart with his hands before he got into his car and drove away.
...
Later that evening.
"Bro-bro, I made some grilled cheese want some?!" Mabel yelled from the kitchen.
"Sure! One second!" Dipper yelled back.
Before he stood up Mabel had already barged into his room with two plates and drinks.
"I decided we are eating in your room tonight," she smiled.
"Well gee, thanks for asking me sister," Dipper raised his eyebrow.
"No problem." She handed him the plate and sat on his bed, legs crossed. "Turn Netflix on, our show please."
"Well you are demanding, s9 e15 right?" Dipper sighed still doing as told, turning on a series of two guys which seemed to be… saving people, hunting things.
She patted the spot next to her so both would sit next to each other on Dipper's bed.
"So dipping sauce," she bit off a piece of her sandwich, "How was he?"
"How was who?" Dipper asked confused.
"The librarian you knucklehead," she rolled her eyes.
"What made you think I did something with the librarian?" he tried to brush her off.
"Have you looked at you neck?" she asked.
"My what?!" Dipper raised his voice rushing to the bathroom… "FUCK," the brunet yelled as soon as he saw what his sister meant, he could clearly see the hickeys Bill had left on his neck, plus the two holes further down his neck. He bit me... He literally fucking bit me... Oh god, Dipper let out groan, And I liked it…
He returned to the room with his head down admitting defeat. "Can I borrow your make up?" the younger sibling sighed.
"Of course, I will even help you with it," she laughed.
"Thanks..." He sat back down on the bed, hiding his face in the hood he had on. "I will be in sweater town..."
"Aww was he that bad?" she asked.
Dipper shook his head.
"How am I supposed to understand that?" She asked.
Dipper didn't leave sweater town but spoke anyway. "Mabel... I'm falling for someone again..."
"So that good huh?" She elbowed him.
"He looks so good Mabel... I like him so much that I want to crawl in a hole and die..." he answered.
She laughed as she patted him on the back, "If he makes you happy then I'm happy."
"Thanks Mabel..." He raised his head from the hoodie.
"But you know, he still is kind of a shady character so be careful you know," she added.
"What do you mean with shady?" he asked confused.
"You know... I've heard he might be involved in some illegal stuff," Mabel explained.
"Like?" Dipper raised his eyebrow.
"I mean, don't take it seriously, but I've heard he is known in the underworld..."
"Ok..?" Dipper's interest was piqued.
"You know, lots of money? Young age? Just be careful bro."
Business of making dreams come true..."Thanks.. Awkward sibling hug?" he smiled.
"Awkward sibling hug." Both of them hugged with their usual 'pat pat' in unison.
At the other side of the city.
The blonde man walked around his living room holding a wine glass "Shady..." He clicked his tongue. "That girl is going to ruin everything... FUCK!" He threw the glass against the wall.
Thursday.
Another week passed as usual for Dipper; boring classes, stupid code, visiting the library and borrowing books... Not stalking Bill but... Yeah he was stalking him. He has been trying to find out more about him through other students. There were certainly a few awful rumors going around; Mafia boss, drug lord, hacker, trafficker, procurer... And the list only got worse, but of course they were just rumors, otherwise he wouldn't be working as a head librarian in a prestigious university, taking care of extremely dangerous books to human kind... OK, thinking about that fact didn't make it any better.
Dipper sighed and sat down on an armchair at the further back of the library, knowing nobody sat there and that the beast lurking had already picked up his scent.
"Hey Pinetree." Arms were swung behind his back.
"You know if you do that daily it's not going to work," Dipper turned his head.
"What if I wasn't trying to scare you but simply hugging you?" Bill pouted.
"You are not that nice." Dipper placed a peck on the blonde's lips.
"That is right as well," Bill smiled. "Want to grab some air?"
"Sure, sounds great," Dipper smiled. Both headed out of the library through the back exit which was only meant for employees. It led outside the building, a place normally no one walked around, though. Bill immediately lit a cigarette.
So I was right about the tobacco smell...Dipper thought. "You have to stay late today right?" the brunet asked.
"Yeah special routine on Thursdays and we are still understaffed anyway," he sighed, letting the smoke he inhaled out.
"What about tomorrow? Any plans?" Dipper asked.
"Aww, you want to spend time with me how cute." Bill kissed the younger's cheek.
"You are an idiot Bill." Dipper pulled the older man by his tie, kissing him open mouthed, their tongues intertwined for a few seconds. No one was nearby so they could enjoy it for a little.
"Wanna go grab some dinner? Or do you want to come to my place again?" Dipper asked as they separated.
"How about a few drinks and my place this time?" the blonde offered.
"Bill I am not 21..." Dipper answered.
"Oh my God Pinetree," Bill couldn't help but laugh. "You are so cute! I always forget you can't drink until 21 in this God forsaken country, if you are not ok with it dinner is fine."
"I'm ok with it! Just, I've never been to a real bar... Home parties are like a different matter," Dipper explained.
"However you like Pinetree, just tell me in the morning so that I can plan things."
"I will... Bill can I ask something?" The brunet started to fidget with his own shirt.
"Shoot."
"How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-seven kid," the older man smirked.
"Twenty what?!" Dipper yelled, surprised. It almost felt like someone punched his air out.
"Twenty-seven," he answered once again.
"I uh..." Dipper couldn't help but blush. "Sorry I thought you would be around 23... This just kinda surprised me," he looked down.
"Something the matter Pinetree?" Bill looked disappointed.
"No.. Yes.. But it's just me being stupid," the brunet sighed.
"What is it?"
"I still don't know what you see in me," Dipper averted his gaze from Bill.
"Kid..." Bill sighed, "What can I do so you stop thinking that way?"
"I don't know, either... I just... I don't know anything about you, I didn't even know your age and I guess that's bothering me," the brunet answered.
"Well I guess that's something we have in common," the blonde replied. "I told you I will crack that mind somehow," the taller man grinned.
"I don't fully understand that but heck I didn't study psychology… So I can take that as a challenge?" the younger one laughed.
"It's a statement." Bill put out his cigarette. "But I've to get back," he rolled his eyes annoyed.
"I know," the brunet smiled wryly. "So tomorrow?"
"Of course, remember to tell me what you want to do in the morning," Bill smiled.
"I will," he promised.
"Good."
The brunet leaned in to kiss Bill one more time before he headed back in.
Same day, evening.
Dipper started working on the code again. He hadn't paid much attention to it in the past few days, mostly because of his assignments. Still not getting anywhere with it, he started over from a point he knew was correct and, somehow, now had a different outcome.
'81589163'
It was '81586193' before. Did he miss something?
"What's up bro?" a voice suddenly called from behind.
"Hi Mabel... "
"Have a headache again?" she tilted her head.
"Yeah... Just tired I guess," he replied.
"That thing again?" she asked.
"I'm doing something wrong... I thought I had the number but instead I got a name now, and again a non-working number," he sighed.
"Let me see, maybe I can help."
He handed her two pieces of paper, the first and the second outcome.
First outcome:
Number
81586193
Second outcome:
Name
81589163
She lied down on the bed, shifting her position with the two pieces of paper in her hands for a few seconds.
"For real bro?" she laughed "This is where you are stuck at?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You said both numbers were wrong, right?" she asked once again.
He nodded.
"It's because you have two wrong ones, there should be only one outcome." She started re-writing the two outcomes. "The first one was simply backwards." She explained.
(Handwritten)
Number
39168518
"This one should be like this," She showed him the first piece of paper "And the second is just upside down"
Then she turned the second one at 180 degree.
Ɛ9 Ɩ 68 ϛ Ɩ 8
"This one was a little trickier." She started re-writing it in a nicer handwriting as well:
Name
39168518
"See," she smiled proudly, showing him both outcomes next to each other. "You think too much bro bro."
Number and Name
39168518
"Mabel.. I.." He was speechless.
"You always think too complicated, but hey, that's why you got me," she laughed.
"Shall we try...?" He picked up his phone, typing said number in and dialed. There was no ringing... There was nothing, so Dipper looked at his phone only to see a strange screen being opened.
Name
Was the only thing showing on his screen.
"Mabel... Oh my God you are a genius," he gasped.
"I know! But what did I just do again?"
"Thank you!" He hugged his sister.
"No prob Bro, but I can't help you with the rest," she smiled and left the room.
Dipper knew exactly what to do now. It was child's play compared to everything else... Just like Bill said. It was simply turning the outcome backwards first for the number and then decoding them to the alphabet… he didn't even have to have done the second outcome… But just as Bill said, he thought of it as something much more complicated…
He got a new piece of paper and wrote down the numbers.
3-9-1-6-8-5-1-8
C-I-A-F-H-A-H
No… another try…
3-C
9-I
16-P
8-H
5-E
18-R
"Cipher…"