Chapter 2
Bill ran as his butler chased him through the forest. Though he was extremely intelligent for his age, he tended to be quite childish and loved to run away from his butlers and maids. As he ran, he suddenly crashed into something—er, someone. The other kid looked to be a bit younger than him, maybe a year younger. "Oww," Bill said, rubbing his forehead, "that hurt". "Sorry!" the kid nervously said, rubbing his back. "Nahh, it's fine," he replied, "it was kinda my fault too. Sorry about that".
It was then that Bill noticed that the kid was drawing a bird, but there was a jagged line in the middle of the sketch. It was probably because of him. Bill felt guilty for ruining his drawing, so he offered to stay with him and help him, since he himself also liked art. "Hey! Want me to help you out? I can color your drawing!" "Hmm, sure, but only after I finish the drawing." "Deal."
And so Bill let the kid draw in peace while he watched. He then realized something important. "Hey kid, I have something important to ask you. How old are you?" he asked. "Oh… I'm six years old. How about you?" "Ha! I'm older than you. I'm eight years old." "Hmph," was all the kid replied as he got back to his drawing. "By the way, my name's Bill. What's your name?" "I'm not actually supposed to tell strangers anything about myself."
Meanwhile, Stan was setting up the tent for their camping adventure. He thought it was a good way to get to know the kids better. He was setting the tent where he could still keep an eye on the twins. Though they weren't really bonding yet, as Mabel has started knitting a sweater (their mom taught her how to knit, but she wanted to try knitting on her own), and Dipper was sitting in front of a tree, drawing a bird he saw. Later, Stan thought, but for now, let them do whatever they want.
While he was trying to untie a particularly complicated knot (he had no idea how that happened), he suddenly heard a kid yelp, and saw Dipper on the ground. He rushed to where Dipper was, but by the time he had gotten there, the boy had already gotten up and was talking to the kid that had crashed into him. They didn't look like they were fighting, so Stan took that as a good sign and approached them.
"Hey kiddo, what's your name? Where are your parents?" The kid sighed, as if he always heard those questions before. "Hi I'm Bill Cipher. My parents are in Gravity Falls" Stan rolled his eyes. "I meant, where exactly in Gravity Falls? They must be looking for you." Bill shrugged, "honestly, I don't know where they are. They could be in the mansion, at the office, or maybe some party. They never really tell me where they're going. By the way, you don't have to worry about my parents. They're okay with me going to the forest as long as my butler accompanies me. But I don't like my butler, so I came here." "Well, do you know your butler's number? I can just tell him that you can stay with us if you'd like." "Sure!" Stan called their butler, telling him that they wouldn't mind the company. "Thank God," he muttered, "I couldn't keep up with him and he wouldn't answer his phone." Damn the kid has his own phone? "Thank you sir, just call us when Bill makes trouble and we'll pay for the damages later." What was the most strange about that was that the butler said this like it happened a lot before. Maybe it has happened before. What does he mean by "paying for the damages?"
Dipper had finished his drawing, and as agreed, Bill would do the coloring. He was having fun mixing the colors together to color the bird when Stan announced that it was time to eat. Fortunately, they had prepared LOTS of snacks for camping, courtesy of Mabel, so they were able to share the food to Bill. "What's this in my sandwich?" Bill asked, curious about the sparkling substance that had covered his sandwich. "I put glitter on the sandwiches, because GLITTER MAKES EVERYTHING SPECIAL," Mabel cheered. "Cool!" Bill said.
When they had finished eating, the sun was starting to set. "Bill, it's getting late. I'll call your butler so that he can fetch you or whatever." "Aww, but I still want to stay here," Bill pouted. "Maybe you can go camping with us some other time," Dipper said. "Really?! I can visit you guys?" Bill asked Stan, hopeful. "Fine with me," Stan said, "as long as you don't make any trouble." "I won't, promise!"
While waiting for Bill's fetcher to pick him up, they had gathered around in a circle and Stan started to tell spooky stories. "…and when they heard the noise, they all left their tents to see what had happened. They arrived at the clearing, but no one was there. They went to head back, but when they reached their camping site, what they saw was a horror." Stan paused for dramatic effect. "ALL THE GLITTER WAS GONE!" All the kids went screaming with horror. Then stopped. Stan, on the other hand, was laughing like a maniac. "HAHAHA MAN I GOT YOU HAHAHA glitter. Classic." "Grunkle Stan, that wasn't funny," Dipper said, but they were all smiling very widely. Soon the kids couldn't help but laugh as well.
A black car pulled up, then Bill sighed. "Well, I guess this is goodbye," he told them. He was looking very glum so Mabel told him, "don't worry, you can always come camping with us. Right, Grunkle Stan?" she asked with puppy eyes. "I already said you can," their grunkle said, chuckling. "Plus if you can't come camping with us, you can always go visit us at the Mystery Shack," Dipper offered, looking at their grunkle for permission. Stan nodded in agreement. "Awesome! I'll see you next time!"
It turns out that it was Bill's parents who came to fetch him. They went to Stan and thanked him for taking care of Bill. "He wasn't too much trouble is he? We can pay you for any damages he did," the father said. Damages? What damages? The kid didn't do anything. "Nah the kid didn't do anything. He just colored Dipper's drawing and ate with us." "Dipper?" he asked. "It's my great-nephew's nickname," Stan explained, pointing to where the kids were at. "Oh I see," the father said, lost in thought. Huh, weird. Wonder what he's thinking about. The mother, who hasn't really spoken until then, seemed to have understood what Stan was thinking. "It's just that Bill is an interesting boy. He likes to make fun of other kids because he's smarter than them. He never really hangs out with them." Oh, that explained why the butler was weirded out. Stan thought back when he was younger. He was a bit like Bill, because he liked to make fun of others. He didn't intentionally do it, he just tended to say whatever he thought. As a result, other kids didn't hang out with him. He kinda felt bad for Bill. "Well, he seemed to be decent with Dipper and her sister Mabel," Stan said, "he's always welcome to hang out with them." "Really?" the mom asked. "We appreciate it. We'll ask Bill if and when he wants to visit." "Sure." "It's getting late and we better be going," the dad said. "We wouldn't want to impose further. We thank you very much for taking good care of our son. We hope to see you again." Geezers this guy's stiff and formal it's weirding me out. "No problem."
They called Bill and they said their goodbyes. Bill's parents were surprised but happy to see that their son has made new friends. "So Bill, how was your day?" Bill's dad asked him. They saw Bill wearing the brightest smile they've ever seen. "Today was great," he exclaimed, "and I think I met my soulmate."
Ohhh, how did Bill find out?
Hope you enjoy this story :) I'm not gonna go straight to the angst. They're still kids so I might give a few chapters before all that happens. Anyway, if this story is a success, I won't be able to update new chapters very often. I was only able to update today because we had a half-day in school. Sorry in advance if my updates are irregular. Plus I'll try to make the chapters longer, but I can't make any promises. Sorry :(