Writer's note:

Hey guys! I'm sorry I took so long to update this but I have been a mess lately and only got around to it now! Anyway, this chapter was requested by 00-wolfsnout: "Hi! Me again! I was wondering if you could make a story with a sort of The Giver vibe... if not then... what do you think of talking cats?" I did the The Giver part but I'm still working on talking cats. That might come later.

For you guys that haven't read or seen The Giver, the only thing that you need to know is that Dipper lives in a dystopian society where no one feels anymore.

Hope y'all like the story!

Dipper woke up in another normal day. He headed for the hospital since he had being assigned a nurse in his Ceremony of Twelve seven years before that. However, different from his friends Dipper didn't feel complete. He felt like there was something missing, but he just repressed that.

So Dipper followed his routine: he ate breakfast, kissed his mother good-bye, got to the hospital and started looking at patients. That was until an incredibly atypical patient was assigned to him. He wasn't that much hurt just a couple of scratches, but that wasn't what made him incredibly peculiar. The truly abnormal thing about this gentleman was that Dipper couldn't recognize him. That wasn't normal. He knew most of the people in his small community. After all he lived there for 19 years and he had grown familiar with basically everyone. He could maybe not recognize little kids that were indeed news to their small group of people but not man grown to his own age. Did he forget the stranger's face? Not minding that, Dipper entered the stranger's room with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Cipher." Dipper said reading the stranger's name in the paper sheet that was given to him.

"Hey there, Pine tree." The stranger said with a mischievous smile.

"Pine tree?" Dipper questioned taken aback.

"I'm sorry, hey there, Dr. Pines." The stranger corrected himself.

Dipper approached the stranger asking him to open his eyes and put his tongue out and the normal procedure. He was suspicious the whole time. There was something oddly strange about this man. He had a different posture and odd clothes. Dipper looked at him curiously as the stranger just sat there smiling like he knew something Dipper didn't.

"So, Mr. Cipher, there is nothing dangerous in your condition. Just bandage them up and you are good to go." Dipper said looking into the stranger's eyes and quickly regretting his choice.

"Are you alright, Dipper?" The stranger asked.

"I'm sure that is the question I am meant to be asking you, Mr. Cipher. Not the other way around." Dipper responded dismissing his comment.

"But I want to know, my sweet boy. Are you happy here?" The strange man asked once again in a careful, thoughtful and wise tone.

"Happy?" Dipper asked. The weird word rolled off his tongue in a strange manner.

"Yes. You people surely know what happiness is, right?" The stranger said incredulously.

Dipper just kept staring at him. He didn't like this. As Dipper turned to leave, the stranger grabbed his arm and images started flashing in front of his eyes.

The images were so vivid Dipper even forgot about himself when seeing them. They were all so… happy.

Dipper fell to the floor startled. He looked over to the stranger whose name was now printed in his mind.

"What was that, Bill?" He asked still feeling confused.

"Memories." Bill replied with a smile.

"And your suit! It's- It's-"

"Yellow. That's its color."

"But why is it different? Where are the other yellow things? And those people they were… hum they were-"

"Feeling. They were feeling, Dipper."

Then Dipper felt as if something was growing inside his chest and the feeling of emptiness that he normally felt came to him stronger then ever.

"What did you do to me?" Dipper asked looking at himself.

"I gave you a gift, Dipper. One all of you people should have."

"No. I- I just- I have to go." Dipper said turning and running out of the room.

Dipper reluctantly opened the hospital door that lead to Bill's room. He didn't want to do it but his newly found curiosity betrayed his rationality.

"I see you came back." Bill said smiling once Dipper opened the door.

"I did." Dipper responded getting closer to Bill's bed. "In the time I spent away from you I saw many other yellow things."

"Yes because there are many, many other yellow things." Bill said with a cocky smile.

Dipper stood silence for a bit looking at Bill's face. He seemed to know so much. To Dipper it seemed like this man that he knew nothing about had the answers that he had always been looking for. Dipper felt like they had some sort of connection that he never felt towards anyone before.

"Would you like to see more?" Bill questioned, looking at Dipper hopeful.

"More memories?" Dipper asked trying to hold back his anxiety.

Bill smiled with a glimmer in his eyes.

"I'll take that as a yes." He said putting his hands around Dipper's arms.

The memories started flashing like the last time but now the scenes were different. There were people feeling but they were feeling something mutual. They walked together and laughed and hugged. They shared something Dipper could not name.

Once again, Dipper returned to the room in shock.

"That was different!" He exclaimed.

"Indeed it was." Bill said calmly.

"Those people they were together. They felt together. Also they were together like my parents and the older people of the community but not quiet like them."

"That's because they experience love." Bill said with a smidge of sadness in his voice.

"How can they do that? Share that much with each other?!" Dipper questioned confused.

"It's not that hard, you know." Bill responded opening a side smile.

"I just can understand it. How it is possible to be that… connected with somebody."

"You want to try it?"

Dipper looked at Bill with a small smile.

"Don't mock me. I'm not used to these things."

Bill got closer to Dipper and softly slid his hand around Dipper's neck.

"I wasn't mocking." He said and pressed his lips against Dipper's.

Once again, Dipper felt something rising in his chest however, this time he didn't feel empty. He felt complete. Dipper felt something he could describe no different then love.

They got away from each other and for the first time in that day Dipper looked deep inside of Bill's eyes.

"Your eyes!"

"Yes. They are blue."

"Is that a color?"

"It is." Bill answered laughing.

Dipper stood quiet for a moment but then could not hold the words back any longer.

"Did you feel that?" He asked a bit preoccupied.

"Feel what?"

"That thing inside of you when we kissed. I can't really describe it. It's not like anything I ever felt before."

Bill opened up a small smile.

"Love?" He asked shyly.

"Yes." Dipper responded with a smile.

"So you felt it too?"

"I did!"

"Thank all the gods I don't believe in!" Bill said getting up from his bed and walking to face Dipper.

"Dipper I have something really important to ask you."

Dipper looked at him worried and signed yes with his head.

"You are very special. I have never met anyone quiet like you and I wanted you to run away with me." Dipper opened his mouth to talk but Bill didn't let him. "I know it sounds insane but I can show you all this things you never knew existed. They aren't always good but they are all worth knowing. And most importantly I can make you feel that" Bill said placing his hand on Dipper's chest "all the time. As long as we are together. Will you come with me?"

Dipper put his hand on top of Bill's.

"Of course I will." Dipper answered sore sure than he had ever been in his life.

So they both left the hospital together and ran as much as they could and as far from that place as they could. Dipper didn't look back and didn't feel bad for it neither. For the first time he was sure of what he was doing. For the first time he felt complete.