Disclaimer: I do not own GF
Edited and revised 6/19/16
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Dipper bit his lip nervously, slowly opening the door to the shack. Behind him, the sun blazed a yellow-orange in the sky, painting the firmament in muted blues, pinks, and reds. Still groggy from his nap, the brunet closed the door behind him, noting the empty shop before him. Dread settled in his gut, thick and choking.
He really shouldn't have gone out all day with Bill. He really, really shouldn't have. There was no way to take back the past so trying his best to steel himself, putting on the bravest mask he owned, Dipper stepped through the shack, not caring he was causing the floorboards to creak.
Swallowing thickly, he padded into the kitchen where Stan was sitting in a chair, staring down at the newspaper.
Staring. Not reading.
Dipper's eyes darted to his note, which was sitting on the table, innocent-looking enough. Stan sighed, sounding more tired than usual and sat his paper down. Dipper stood there awkwardly, blinking to keep awake as Stan removed his glasses to rub his eyes, before putting them back on.
"Dipper...what is going on? You stole the journal, and now you just up and left on a Saturday? Our busiest day of the week."
Dipper stayed silent, head bowed in shame.
"Listen, I'm all for going against the rules when you need too, but not my rules. Trouble was always Mabel's thing so what gives?"
Dipper's hands tightened into fists and he gave a half-shrug, unsure of what to say.
Stan sighed, "Dipper...you aren't doing anything...you aren't doing any drugs are you?"
Dipper's eyes snapped up in shock at Stan's hypothesis.
"What?! No, no not at all!" The brunet replied. He knew well enough that all drugs- magical or not- were to be avoided at all costs.
"Good. Drugs do nothing for you kid, nothing at all. Never start, got that?" Stan's voice was hard and stern, completely serious for once. He gave him a suspicious glare before sagging. "I'm disappointed in you, Dipper. You should've told me in person you were going to pull this, not on a damn note."
Dipper winced at the tone Stan used, but still didn't reply. There was really nothing he could say, was there?
"Sorry," He bit out awkwardly, chewing the inside of his cheek. Silence fell between the two, oppressive and apprehensive.
"Just…go up to your room," Stan said, standing up from his chair.
Dipper wanted to ask if he'd be grounded again or at least if it would be extended, but he really didn't want to test fate. Bowing his head in acceptance, the young boy turned around and trudged up the stairs, listening intently to every squeak that happened underfoot.
The slam of a door echoed through the house as Stan went to bed, making the boy flinch.
That could have gone a lot worse. Then again, it could have gone better.
By gone better, he meant not at all. He disliked lying, especially to Mabel and Stan.
Dipper stepped up to the door to his shared room, eyeing the burning yellow light that bled from underneath the door. Steeling himself to be yelled at, he grabbed the knob and twisted it open, slipping into the room.
As he expected, Mabel was still awake and waiting for him, sitting on her bed, knees drawn close to her chest. She was petting Waddles absentmindedly. As soon as he was in the room, her eyes darted up to greet his, slight worry disappearing to be replaced by irritation.
"Dipper!" She cried out, flinging herself out of bed to give him her famous death-hug, arms wrapped all the way around his waist as if she were trying to crush his ribs.
"M-Mabel! You're killing me!" Dipper gasped out, trying to wriggle from his sister's grasp.
"Good!" Mabel retorted, somehow tightening her grip on him. "You're a big butt-faced jerkwad!"
Dipper groaned in pain. "I know! I know! Please let me go!"
After a few more squeezes and a couple of choice tickles, causing his chest to heave in pained, broken laughter, Mabel relented and let him go.
Dipper stumbled away from her, collapsing onto his bed with a relieved sigh.
"So, I have a theory that you weren't really in town," Mabel started, sitting back down on her bed, eyes narrowed.
Dipper nodded weakly at her, still trying to catch his breath.
Mabel looked slightly torn at his easy admittance to his lie.
"You lied to Grunkle Stan." It was a simple statement that ripped his heart up some. Stan was one of the people in Dipper's life that it really pained him to lie too. Though Stan was a con man, offering ridiculous prices in the shop and whose stock was only half-real and tested, the man still had a blunt honesty about him. He'd always spoken from the heart when talking to either of them and had taken care of them for the past seven, soon to be eight, years.
"I know," Dipper said, rubbing his eyes viciously with both hands before collapsing back onto his bed. "But-but what was I to tell him? That I've been in the forest? Talking to an urban legend? What was I supposed to do?"
Mabel winced, turning her eyes downcast. "I-I don't know," She relented. "But…we can't keep this hidden forever, can we? How long does your deal last?"
Dipper blinked, staring up at the ceiling blankly.
He had totally forgotten all this had been a deal.
"There was no time constraint, so I guess until I die or he gets bored of me."
Mabel frowned at that, not liking either option. After all, if the god did get bored, what stopped him from just killing her brother?
"So you're just going to keep lying to Stan?"
"Well what else am I going to do? If I tell him, he wouldn't let me go and it'd end up breaking the deal. At least this way…well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Or me."
Mabel fell silent, contemplating his words for once.
"What happens if you break a deal?" She asked tentatively, already knowing she wouldn't like the answer.
"It usually changes from deal to deal. Most gods just kill you if you break a deal with them, well at least that's what it says in the books."
"But he's stuck in the forest, right? How would he kill you if he can't get out?"
Dipper shifted uncomfortably on his bed, disliking the entire thought of Bill actually killing him. Besides what had happened yesterday, and the pixie thing today, the god had never really hurt him. Bill was always…gentle. In his own way.
A slight blush crawled onto his cheeks at how he fell asleep in his lap today, thin and gloved fingers running smoothly through his hair, undoing knots easily. The god's other arm had been draped across his waist, drawing small circles on his sides softly.
Bill had never hurt him. Scared him? Yes. But never actually harmed him.
His stomach rolled as his mind brought vivid images of Bill catching and killing him, stabbing him open or even strangling him…
"I don't know. But I don't want to tempt fate," Dipper finally replied, kicking off his shoes.
Mabel cleared her throat.
Dipper worked his way under the covers of his bed, twisting his head over to Mabel. "I'm really tired so I'm going to bed. Mind getting the lights?"
Mabel frowned, not liking how Dipper was…well, he wasn't lying to her, but she knew for a fact that he was keeping stuff from her. It caused her heart to sink. Her twin had never kept things from her before. The two shared everything with each other! Right?
Mabel sat up and clicked off the lamp, plunging the entire room into inky darkness, only the light of the crescent moon shining little light in the night, joined by twinkling stars. She settled back into bed, staring at her brother's back as Waddle's snuggled into her stomach. Wrapping both arms around her pig and pulling him closer, she coughed into her pillows, mind wandering as she was lulled to sleep.
Dipper was lying to their Grunkle. He had too.
Dipper was keeping things from her.
Dipper wasn't hanging out with her as much as he had been since the deal started.
It was like he wanted to go and visit the god.
Worrying her already chapped bottom lip, Mabel fell into sleep, her gut knotting with anxiety about what was happening to her brother.
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Dipper turned to a clean page, readying his pen. Thinking briefly, he scribbled Pixies at the top. Yesterday, he had been too busy at first trying to stay quiet and observant and then trying to get away from the swarm to actually sit down and record any information about the pests.
Pixies are annoying and ugly little pests that have anger issues if you try and crush them with pine cones. They will also chase you down like a dog. Though they are pretty fast, they aren't the smartest. Sharp turns and looping back to places will shake them off, however they are still pretty persistent…
Dipper went into detail into trying to describe what they looked like and the little differences between males and females that he had halfway noted. He struggled to sketch out a figure, but gave up pretty quickly. He had never been the arts and crafts person; that had always been Mabel.
Mabel…He thought, bringing his pen up to chew on. He knew she was worried about him, how could she not be? However, he also knew that as much as he wanted to relieve her fears of what was happening, he couldn't. How could he explain what he and Bill had?
Oh gods, now he sounded like a character from one of those trashy romance novels…
For whatever reason, the thought made him flush. Shaking his head, Dipper quickly banished those thoughts.
Would Bill be counted as a friend? Sure he was an immortal, supposedly evil god but he also whined when he didn't get his way, sung 80's hits, and cracked weird, nonsensical jokes.
Dipper sighed and finished up his page about pixies, mind floating away from him.
Dipper had to admit that he didn't really have that many friends. There was Mabel, of course, who was his twin, who he always counted on and Wendy always let him hang out with her and sometimes her other friends, and then there were the kids he would talk to in class, either for a group project or about homework. Oh, and how could he forget Soos, who could fix anything?
Not counting Mabel, who else could he say really was his friend? Wendy and Soos were great in every way, but both still had their own lives. Soos was an adult and was busy most of the time trying to support his grandmother and Wendy…well, Dipper always felt awkward around her. What were you supposed to say to someone so cool and beautiful?
Dipper blushed lightly and turned to the next clean page, writing Multi-bear at the top of the page, quickly writing a description of where he lived, paired with a crudely drawn map.
Yeah.
He would count Bill as a friend. Even if he was a bit touchy.
Dipper felt a small shiver run down his spine. He drew his vest closer to himself.
Clearing his mind from the bizarre thoughts that were starting to clog it up, he went back to his page, writing about what Multi-bear was like and what they had done yesterday, bringing a grin to his face. Finishing up his sentence, the door to his room was flung open with an accompanying scream.
"DIPPER!" Mabel shouted, bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement.
Dipper flinched and dropped his pen onto the desk with a clack. Quickly slamming his notebook shut and shoving it into his vest, the young brunet twisted around to take in Mabel's elated face, her grin stretching ear to ear.
"Mabel!" He called back playfully, though not nearly as loud as she had shouted.
"Guess who just invited us to hang out later tonight?" She asked, eyes sparkling.
Dipper felt another blush work his way onto his cheeks. He already knew who Mabel was talking about, especially with that look in her eyes, but he decided to humor her anyways.
"Who?" He questioned innocently, widening his eyes.
"Wendy of course, you dork!" Mabel laughed, striding over to him to give him a noogie.
Dipper yelped at the rough treatment, but quickly got his revenge by tickling her sides, causing her to spasm with laughter.
"Ahhahah, D-Dipper y-hahah you c-cheater!"
The two twins quickly descended into a tickle war, both knowing each other's weakness to a point. Dipper aimed for Mabel's sides and neck while she in turn aimed for under his arms and his stomach. The two fell to the ground in a messy heap, rolling over and over as both tried to get the upper hand. Their hands and feet scuffed against the ground and the twins were lucky enough not to get any splinters.
Finally, gasping for air and lungs aching from the amount of laughter both had expelled, the twins pulled apart, collapsing side by side, giggles still escaping every once in awhile.
Mabel coughed. "Anyways, Wendy said she'd pick us up later tonight after dinner."
Dipper blinked in surprise. "Wow, that late? What are we going to be doing?"
Mabel shrugged and cleared her throat. "No idea, but she sounded excited . Something about an initiation? It's a surprise I think."
Dipper turned and glanced at his watch, which read a clear 5:34 p.m. Why did Sundays always go by so fast?
Sitting up, the two decided a quick game of attic golf was in need to remedy boredom until Wendy picked them up.
Dipper was just finishing one of the holes- the mountain of his dirty laundry- when he heard Stan yell something about supposedly edible food.
The two didn't even glance at one another as they ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, plopping themselves into their respective chairs.
Stan cocked a curious eyebrow at them but said nothing, putting a T.V dinner in front of the both of them. "Food. When's Wendy going to pick you two up?"
Mabel looked up from where she had already started shoveling food down his throat in large gulps. "fum fime shoom I fink," She said around a full mouth, flashing her partially eaten food at the older man.
If Stan was fazed by the sight of his niece's chewed food, he didn't show it. "Okay. Um, don't get into stranger's cars and, uh, don't get arrested again. The paperwork is confusing and it costs too much money in this day and age's economy."
Mabel and Dipper stared at him with mocha eyes that shone with innocence. Mabel swallowed her food down. "Grunkle Stan, that was your fault!" Mabel said cheekily.
"And the second time was a misunderstanding," Dipper tacked on.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night I guess."
Just then, a loud knock shook the door and vibrated throughout the house.
"Guess who's here?" Wendy's voice was muffled by the door, but it was undoubtedly her.
Mabel jumped up and sprinted to the door, chanting Wendy's name as she went. Dipper rolled his eyes and slipped out of his seat, only to be stopped by Stan.
"Look, Dipper. Um, keep your sister out of trouble and don't get into trouble yourself. You're, um, becoming a teenager now and with that comes strange feelings and-" Stan started rambling.
Dipper flushed. "Grunkle Stan can we please not have this conversation now? I promised we'll come back at a reasonable time, not arrested."
"Yeah, yeah. No drinking either!" The older man called out to his nephew's retreating figure.
Dipper chuckled and waved back at him. "Got it!" He called, slamming the door behind him.
Stan sighed. "Tweens."
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"You guys ready for this?" Wendy laughed as she lead them to Thompson's neon-blue van, her green eyes sparking at the prospect of mischief.
"I was born ready!" Mabel gushed, squishing her face between her hands.
Dipper chuckled at her dramatics and voiced his agreement, trying his best not to let his voice crack while simultaneously cursing himself internally for already sweating.
"Sweet!" The redhead grinned, yanking open the door to the old van with a rusty squeak. The smell of some sort of bitter-smelling smoke wafted out, causing Dipper to choke.
He wasn't the only one affected. Mabel started coughing some, in which she quickly stuffed her face into her elbow to quiet.
"You okay?" Dipper asked her, sliding into the van.
Mabel flashed him a watery smile, eyes still shining with glee. "I'm fine! Just a bit strong!"
She settled down next to him in the very back.
"Let's get this show on the road!" Wendy cheered as she sat in her own seat, behind Robbie and before Nate and Lee.
"Hell yeah!" Nate cheered, fist bumping the roof, causing another dent to take form.
"Guys!" Thompson whined from the driver's seat. "I'll get in trouble if you put anymore dents in the roof."
The group of friends pretended not to hear him as he threw the stick and barreled off onto the road, elated to simply chant "Thompson! Thompson!" over and over again, punching the roof with their hands without care.
"Aw, this is going to be sweet!" Mabel screamed, punching the air as well but not yet tall enough to hit the roof. "Tally-ho for our second adventure!"
Dipper laughed alongside everyone else, joy settling in him despite Robbie's obvious presence. Like Mabel, he thrust his fist in the air over and over again, not quite reaching the roof.
After the chanting finally died down, small and excited talk broke out all over.
"So...what exactly are we doing anyways?" Dipper asked. "And will we end up getting arrested?"
"Again," Mabel tacked on at the end for him, causing all the teens but Wendy and Thompson to turn around and stare at them.
"Since when have you been arrested, dork?" Robbie sneered, glancing at Wendy nervously.
Wendy snorted. "It's actually a really funny story-"
"Anyways!" Dipper exclaimed, cutting her off and giving her the best please please please don't do it stare he could muster. "Back on track, where are we going?"
Lee flashed the twins a wide, pearly white grin. "We're going to Dusk 2 Dawn."
Dipper's eyes widened while Mabel gasped a "no way!"
Nate nodded along. "Yeah. And it's gonna be AWESOME!"
"But I thought teenagers weren't allowed within fifteen feet of it?" Dipper questioned.
"Well duh, that's why we're gonna sneak in, genius, and get some pictures and shit," Robbie barked.
Dipper sent a scowl at the emo's back, but said nothing.
"Think of it as an initiation. You're going to be turning thirteen soon, right?" Wendy asked.
Both twins nodded.
"Think of this as a welcoming into teenager-dom!"
"It's gonna be great!" Lee beamed. "Great! Great! Great!" He started chanting, and everyone was quick to follow.
The group of friends laughed and carried on, cranking the radio all the way up, blasting the loudest and most offensive rock they could. Mabel started to scribble nicer greetings over the graffiti in the back while Dipper tried his best not to stare at Wendy for too long. Nate and Lee were currently having an armpit-licking contest being egged on by Wendy as Robbie sat in the front, window rolled all the way down, and flipped off any car that passed by, which is to say, not many.
Thompson was just trying not to crash the car.
As soon as Dusk 2 Dawn was about a mile away, Robbie turned off the radio, Wendy and Mabel stopped cheering for Nate and Lee, and Dipper brought his focus out from Wendy's beautiful hair.
"Okay, Nate do you have the cameras?" Robbie asked.
Nate held up his Polaroid with a grin. "Yup!" He whisper-screamed.
"Lee, you have the eggs?"
"All six cartons."
"Wendy?"
The redhead lifted up a plastic bag filled with full rolls of toilet paper, an impish grin plastered on her face. "Way ahead of you."
"Sweet!" He said, voice wicked.
Thompson slowly drove the van forward a bit more, parking just shy of fifteen feet from the store behind a helpful clump of trees that weren't part of the surrounding forest.
Parking and turning the van off, the teens jumped out quickly, ready for their plan.
Dipper and Mabel glanced at one another, slightly unsure about their friend's actions.
"Um, Mabel...Should we really, you know, do this?" He asked quietly under his breath.
Though the brunet could see uncertainty clear in his twin's mocha eyes, Mabel still nodded her head.
"C'mon, Dipping-sauce. All the cool teenagers in all the movies do things like this and we're not even teens yet! Which will make us all the cooler!"
Dipper blinked. "I'm pretty sure that's not how that works."
Mabel bit her lip before plastering a convincing grin onto her face. Giving him a half shrug, she threw the old, metal door open and hopped out.
Sighing, feeling sickness roll around in his gut, Dipper followed his sister's lead, making sure to close the door as quietly as he could behind him.
Oh please, whatever party and law-breaking god is out there, please don't let us get arrested from this.
Once outside, Dipper was quick to join the group of teenagers behind the van.
"Okay, now we have to wait for Ta-"
"Hey guys," A monotone voice rang.
Turning around, the group watched Tambry stroll up, head buried in another inane tabloid, Polaroid hanging around her neck.
"Awesome, Tambry's here. Now we can start," Robbie said with a mischievous leer.
The teens quickly passed around their tools of the trade- an egg carton and a roll for everyone.
Dipper glanced down at the items he was given, still unsure about what he was about to do. Though he has seen trouble in the past before, what with his curious nature, most of those incidents had been simple misunderstandings. He'd never gone out of his way to actually to do something...slightly less than legal. Dipper bit his lip, wanting to say something against what they were about to do, but not wanting to be called out on it either.
"You guys ready?" Robbie hissed, eyes lingering over Wendy for a bit too long.
Nate and Lee both let out small cheers of agreement.
Mabel gave a wide, but to Dipper, obviously fake smile.
Wendy gave a wicked smirk. "Hell yeah."
Tambry made a small grunt of acknowledgment.
Thompson thrust his fist up into the air.
Dipper gave a small, nervous nod.
Robbie rolled his eyes at him. "Geeze kid, you look like you're about to wet your pants!"
Dipper couldn't stop the flush of embarrassment from crawling onto his cheeks. He sent a glare at Robbie, trying to cut the boy in half with his eyes alone.
The black-haired teen didn't notice. "Let's go," He said.
The group of teens, and two twelve-year-old's carefully crept up to the infamous convenience store. Dusk 2 Dawn was known for only serving people twenty years old or older and only allowed young, non-disruptive children into their shop.
In all honesty, Dipper couldn't really blame the two ghosts who somehow kept up with the shop. After all, they had died because of teens and not many people went there in the first place because the owners were dead.
Dipper trailed at the very back, right behind Mabel and her blue sweater-of-the-day. They all started crouching low to the ground, flattening themselves so they wouldn't be seen.
Ahead, Dusk 2 Dawn glowed in the darkening evening, sending out it's ominous sickly-green and hot-pink light. Despite it being open 24/7, no cars and no people were present, as per usual.
"Okay, so here's the plan. Tambry, you get the extra camera from Nate and get in position back here. Make sure you're ready to snap plenty of photos. Nate and Lee will take the right. Wendy, you and I will take the front and glitter princess and dork here will take the left. Everyone got it?"
The rest of the teens gave excited nods.
"See? Told you I was a princess!" Mabel whisper-yelled to Dipper, beaming.
Dipper just scowled at being called a dork. His stomach, which was originally only rolling about was now twisting in on itself. Nervous sweat dripped off him and he started shaking slightly.
"A-are you guys sure w-we won't get caught? Like, sh-should we even be doing this?" He anxiously questioned without thinking.
Nate and Lee booed openly at his question while Tambry rolled her eyes and muttered 'loser' under her breath. Thompson, looking about as nervous as Dipper felt simply shook his head at him.
Wendy looked away from him.
Robbie snorted. "C'mon. Don't be a loser. Even your sister is up for doing this!"
Mabel gave Robbie an irritated glare.
Dipper flushed angrily, but relented.
Seeing Dipper's submission, Robbie motioned for everyone to get into place, staring forward at the shop intently.
Didn't want to get caught, after all.
Dipper followed Mabel to the right of the shop, both staying just outside the light emitted.
"Mabel, I really don't think we should be doing this."
Mabel bit her lip, then shrugged. "Yeah...but, well... they're mean anyways! And besides, isn't this a good way to impress Wendy?" She waggled her eyebrows at him.
Dipper blushed a little, but glowered at her afterwards. "No! Well maybe, but...Ugh! Mabel, this is wrong!"
Mabel opened her mouth to retort, but random waving coming from both twins' peripherals stole their attention away.
Way out in front, hiding partially in the darkness, was Robbie waving his arms around in a signal to begin.
Without warning, the smack of eggshells echoed around as the teens and Mabel let them fly, spraying the ugly building in unfertilized yolk-y muck. Dipper gripped the carton and the roll tight in his hands, torn by what to do. Next to him, a much smaller toilet roll fell from the other side, draping the building in it's thin fabric. Without warning, Mabel picked it up and tossed it back over, not quite reaching the other side by the sound it made hitting the roof.
Dipper turned and watched as Robbie and Wendy threw their own eggs and paper over, giggling madly the entire time, arms brushing up against each other. Behind them and to the side, Tambry snapped photo after photo of the scene.
Robbie seemed to realize he was being stared at. The emo turned around to stare at Dipper, his brown eyes judging him harshly even from the distance they were at. Briefly, he paused Wendy to whisper something into her ear. Wendy gave Dipper the smallest of glances and again, looked torn on how she was supposed to act.
Rage boiling under his skin, Dipper practically ripped the lid open from the carton, tearing the cardboard up in the process. Grabbing a luke-warm egg, he flung it at the building with all his strength, watching it splatter across the gray bricks easily. He picked up another, which soon joined the first egg split across. Soon a third, fourth, and even a fifth joined in. Dipper gritted his teeth in the action he was doing, part of him screaming how stupid all this was and how it wasn't worth the risk, and the other, more daring and brave part of him getting a thrill from the danger, filling his veins with needy adrenaline without abandon.
Trading his roll of paper for the rest of Mabel's eggs, the two twins flung their respected items at the bricks, reveling in the trouble they were causing.
"WHO'S OUT THERE?!" A voice rumbled from within. The entire building's lights flickered in anger, the air becoming pressurized and oppressive.
"LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!" Robbie suddenly shouted as a few stray pieces of litter started to levitate.
"TEENAGERS? ARE THOSE TEENAGERS I HEAR? TEENS AREN'T ALLOWED HERE!" The voice boomed.
The teens and the twins bolted for the car as the lights sparked even more, earth now rumbling slightly. Nate and Lee were guffawing loudly, cruelly mimicking the ghostly voice behind them.
Fear pounded through Dipper's heart as he sprinted forward, pass Mabel and pass the teens ahead. His legs pumped wildly as he pulled up to a stop next to the parked van, gasping slightly but not totally out of breath.
Huh. Looks like running around the woods all the time was really helping his speed and stamina.
A few beats passed before everyone else showed up. First Wendy, then Robbie and Tambry, followed by Nate and Lee. Mabel joined them, second to last due to her shorter legs and Thompson quickly joined them, panting horribly. Thompson yanked his keys out of his pocket and hastily unlocked the car. "Get in, get in!" He shouted, distressed.
The group didn't need to be told twice. Without a second thought, all but Tambry jumped in, the latter choosing to hop on her nearby bike and speeding away, back lights flaring brightly in the darkness.
Not even belted in yet, Thompson jammed the keys into ignition and started the machine. Motor roaring in response, Thompson flung the stick shift into the proper gear and stomped on the gas pedal, turning a hard right and speeding away. It took a few beats for everyone in the car to get down from their frightened high. Lips were hanging open, letting out short gasps as hearts thudded painfully against ribs in the chest.
Nate was the first to speak.
"Th-that...was...AWESOME!" He hollered, thrusting both fists into the air.
Pretty soon, the entire van minus a certain pair of twins were clamoring in response, bragging about what they did and how great it all was.
Dipper sat in the back, the brief high from the thrill wearing off fast, leading to worry. Sweat trickled down his face and neck while his stomach and mind rolled at the possibilities of getting caught and sent to jail.
"We shouldn't have done that," He finally bit out quietly.
Mabel's eyes flickered over to his, a slight agreement shining in them. Though she knew what they just did was very wrong and mean-spirited, she had to admit that the ghostly couple kinda had it coming for them.
Plus, it was pretty fun.
Nate and Lee turned around to give Dipper a partially surprised and disapproving look.
Wendy just leaned her head against the window, glancing over with uncertainty while biting her lip.
Robbie, hearing Dipper's comment because of course he would hear it, twisted around in his seat, rolling his eyes.
"Whatever. Quit whining. If you didn't want to do it, you didn't have to, so stop complaining!" Robbie kept a single eye on Wendy, cheeks gaining the slightest and most unnoticeable blushes, trying to watch and judge her reaction to what was taking place.
Dipper leered at the older boy, anger bubbling back to the surface quickly. "I'm just saying there's a huge chance we might get caught! They could've seen our faces. Or, if you bought all the paper and eggs at once, the person checking you out could easily connect the dots!" Sweat getting into his eyes and Dipper angrily brushed the back of his hand over his forehead, sweeping his bangs to the side thoughtlessly. "Furthermore-"
His speech was cut off by merciless laughter coming from Robbie, who was now pointing at his forehead.
Nate and Lee zeroed in on the area as well, small smiles and giggles rising out of them.
Wendy stayed firmly turned away.
Mabel glared at the three boys, words on the tip of her tongue, ready to lash out.
"Is that a constellation on your forehead?" Robbie snickered, his cruel laughter crescendoing, "Dipper!" He said with a snap of his fingers, leering at the younger boy. "As in the Big Dipper! That's where you got your stupid name! I just thought your parents hated you!"
At that, Wendy whipped around to glare at Robbie, cheeks flushing in anger. "Shut up," She commanded him, her tone dark.
At the same time, Mabel snapped.
"Don't you ever say that again! Our parents loved us! And don't you ever make fun of his birthmark! It's beautiful and special!" She snarled.
Dipper hastily flattened his bangs back over his mark, sinking low into his seat.
Mabel wrapped an arm around Dipper, pulling him close. Feeling not only sick to his stomach, but ashamed for the fact that he felt like he was about to cry, that he had such a stupid birthmark, that he had even agreed to this, about everything, Dipper buried his head into Mabel's hair, no longer caring if the teens were judging him.
Dipper wrapped an arm around Mabel's waist, hugging her back. Though he couldn't see her face, the brunet could feel her distress and sadness radiating off her in waves.
He didn't want to be here anymore. He wanted to go far, far away.
Like back into the forest.
Like back to Bill.
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Well, this got sad fast. And no Bill. Ah, well~
Just want to say: Kids out there, don't do the stupid teenager things. Like seriously, you'll start to regret it. I know from personal experience, though I never egged or T.P-ed a house. Me and my friends went ding-dong ditching. And we were very stupid. It's not fun getting chased. Especially by a car.
So yeah. Don't do things like this.
Okay, now that that P.S.A is out of the way, yay chapter! I finally got everything ordered and I am pretty much %99.99 sure that this will end up being 27 chapters long, just shy of 30. But do not fret! There will be a sequel!
Tomorrow is the last day of school for me and it is literally me going up to school to sit in the band hall for 2 hours and do nothing, than go back home.
So..yeah. Since school is going to be out, I'm going to try and do daily updates (like I haven't been already!) as I want to at least get this first part down before July and the airing of the new episode!
JackieLanternXOXO- Haha, you're fine! Real life should prevail over fanficion every day! And I'm glad you're enjoying it so much! I hope this chapter was up to your expectations!
crabbySeer- I was more worried about the flow and pacing, but so far no one seemed to notice so that's good. This chapter was difficult to write in the beginning , but about 2,000 words in got a lot better. And I'm super stoked for what you have planned for the playlist! Can't wait to give it a listen!
BlueStar29- Yes on so many levels! Though Bill doesn't know it yet, he's already spoiling Dipper tons with showing him the forest and all. Ah, gotta love fluffy BillDip~
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! And as always, thanks for reading!