Disclaimer: I do not own GF
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"SURPRISE!"
Dipper blinked.
Mabel stood in front of him, arms splayed out to the side, party hat on her head. Donned in a bright blue sweater that said, quite clearly, I'M A TEEN NOW!
She graced him with a toothy metal grin, white and stunning.
Dipper rolled his eyes but nevertheless smiled around his toothbrush. Turning back to the sink, he spat out the foam and rinsed his mouth, leaving a fresh and minty taste.
"Heya Mabel." He greeted coolly, wiping dribbles of water off with his ratty night shirt.
Mabel gave him a large pout. "Nothing? Nothing at all?" She complained.
He smirked at her a threw a shrug out. "Nope!" He popped the P.
"Aww!"
"Mabel, you try this every year. You can't surprise someone who shares their birthday with you."
The girl sent him a pout. "Well, I sure as can try, right?"
"I guess so."
Mabel's grin returned. "Great! Anyways, go get dressed, Dippin' dots! We have a full day of ahead of us and you're already dragging me down!" With that being said, his sister turned on her heel and sped away.
Dipper shook his head. Mabel really needed to lay off the Mabel-juice once in a while.
Turning down the hallway, Dipper walked in the opposite direction of his sister to their room, slipping in quietly to get dressed for the day, mind already wandering away.
His sister really was an amazing person.
It had been a little over a week since their parent's anniversary, and though Mabel had been quiet towards him afterwords, she wasn't one to stay angry for long.
Dipper bent down and dug through his laundry, sniffing shirts for cleanliness.
Mabel had went right back to the way things were, picking her place up easily enough, like she was never told the name Ace Moonlighter in the first place.
He still wasn't sure whether it was because she believed she couldn't do anything about their parent's killer and as such, didn't let her mind dwell on it, or because so much time had already passed, she decided it was too late to be thinking of such faraway things. Whatever the case, Mabel was able to jump right back into her overly sparkly shoes easily.
He wasn't so sure whether he should be annoyed by this fact, or grateful that she wasn't actually going to go after Ace Moonlighter.
He wasn't even sure if he was going to go after her. If he even could, that is.
Finally finding a decently smelling shirt and an unstained pair of shorts, Dipper yanked his clothes on and tugged his favorite blue vest on. Making sure his notebook and pen were safely tucked away like they should be, the boy flattened his bangs over his forehead once more before leaving the room and making his way downstairs, striding easily into the kitchen.
"Greasy's! Greasy's!" Mabel chanted over and over Stan, waving her arms about while she did so.
Stan simply stared at her, eyebrow cocked.
Dipper laughed openly at the scene; at his Grunkle's disgruntled expression and Mabel's loudness.
Though, looking at the table, Dipper had to agree that Greasy's was the best option. Not only did they have better food than what Stan could make by a long shot, but the kitchen table was currently completely covered in art and craft supplies. Buckets of glitter were everywhere, along with tipped over bottles of leaking glue. Bit's of colored paper were littered about, along with sticky-looking scissors. Markers and crayons joined the mess, some having fallen to the floor.
"Greasy's! Greasy's!" Dipper joined in, thrusting both his fists in the air as he did so.
Stan gave a dramatic groan, soft smile pulling at his lips. "Fine! Fine! But only because it's your birthday and because they have the best pie."
Both twins gave each other cheerful looks before racing one another out of the shack.
Left behind, Stan merely shook his head at the enthusiasm the two of them shared before following them, albeit at a much slower pace.
By the time he got outside, both twins were already buckled up in the back of his car, Mabel bouncing around on her seat while Dipper laughed alongside her, chatting happily.
Once again, another loose smile tugged at the corner of the older man's lips. Thirteen. The two little rascals were already thirteen.
Slipping into the car, Stan turned on the ignition and started away, halfway listening to the kids in the back joke and carry on, shrieking a little every time he almost crashed the car.
Finally, after nearly hitting a building, ("They shouldn't have put that there!") three pedestrians, ("Gotta keep them on their toes!") and a lamp post, ("Eh, it's old anyways.") the three finally made it to Greasy's, no worse for wear.
Mabel and Dipper hopped out of the car as soon as it jerked to a stop. Mabel laughing over how fun the ride was and how excited she was to eat out once more. Dipper joked along with her, following the bright girl into the diner, Stan behind the two all the while.
Settling into their regular booth, it didn't take long for Lazy Susan to swing on by to take orders, blue eye shadow perfect as always.
"Heya Pines!" She greeted the three, small scratch pad and pencil already in hand to take their order. "How are you three doing?"
Stan grunted a noncommittal sound, having given up on trying to...ugh, date the woman a long time ago. Dipper and Mabel, however simply smiled up at her. "Today's our birthday!" Mabel cheered happily, slamming her fists down on the table. Dipper laughed at her antics and nodded along. "Yeah, we're now officially teens!"
Lazy Susan chuckled at their energy. "Happy birthday then! What can I get you three?"
"Oh, oh! Pancakes with whip cream, syrup, and sprinkles. And chocolate too! And glitter! And some chocolate milk!"
Lazy Susan nodded, writing down the girl's ridiculous order. "On it! And you fine gentleman?" At this, the older woman stared at Stan. Lifting up her lazy eye's eyelid, she briefly flashed the orb before letting the eyelid fall back into place once more. "Wink!" She tacked on.
"Oh yeah. I forgot that was the reason we don't come here more often." Stan grumbled. "Just some bacon and scrambled eggs with a black coffee."
If Lazy Susan heard his comment, she didn't say anything. Adding his order to the list, she turned towards Dipper. "And you?"
Dipper gave her a small smile. "Just some waffles with syrup, please. Oh, and orange juice."
Finishing off their orders, the older woman left with a beaming smile and a promise to be back out shortly, leaving the family to themselves.
"Grunkle Stan! We need to go to the store after this to get supplies!"
"Supplies? Supplies for what?" The older man asked, rubbing his temple with two of his fingers.
"For the party? Remember? Since me and Dipper-" Mabel elbowed her brother playfully, causing him to rub his arm in pain. "-had a surprise party last year, I was thinking we have an ultra mega karaoke extravaganza and invite everyone!"
"Since when did I agree to this?!" Stan cried out, running his hands through his hair.
"Three days ago." Dipper pointed out with a smirk, recalling Mabel waking him up in the middle of his nap to ask him, knowing he'd agree half asleep.
Stan fished for the memory. Vaguely remembering what happened, Stan both scowled and smiled at the two. "I don't know whether to be impressed by the two of you, or annoyed."
Mabel beamed. "Then be both!"
As Stan grumbled about spending money, Dipper turned to watch Lazy Susan come back, arms full of plates and glasses.
"Food!" She called out helpfully, placing everyone's meal and drink down with a smile, dropping the check onto the table as she did so.
"Hey, look! She gave us half-off." Dipper pointed out, grabbing his fork to start cutting into his waffles.
Stan immediately brightened at that. Grinning, he chomped on a bit of bacon. "So, what do you two need for this party of yours?"
Mabel jerked her head up from her food, whip cream, sprinkles, and glitter coating her mouth.
Dipper recoiled in slight disgust at the image.
"Everything!"
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Dipper stretched himself out, balancing precariously on the ladder to hook the streamer up.
"Yo, Dipper! Be careful!" Wendy called out somewhere to his right, tying off another balloon.
Dipper finally got the streamer into place. Shoving a glittery purple tack through, he leaned back on the ladder, letting his weight settle from his toes to the middle of his feet.
"I'm fine! See, totally safe." He called back in reassurance, wiping a few drops of sweat off his forehead.
Wendy shook her head at his carelessness. "If you don't watch yourself, you're going to get hurt in the future." The sixteen-year-old warned.
Dipper gave her a small smile, rubbing his arms lightly. "I'll be fine. Besides, that was the last streamer."
Wendy dropped the balloon she had been holding, letting it join the countless others already milling about on the floor. "And that was the last balloon. Ugh, my lungs hurt now!"
"Couldn't of you just used a spell to blow them up?" Dipper asked, cocking his head to the side.
Wendy chuckled and ruffled his hair, careful not to mess up his bangs. "Not everyone is as good with magic as you and Mabel are, dude."
Dipper blushed lightly under her words, beaming with a bit of pride. "C'mon, we're not that good!" He dismissed, secretly enjoying the praise to his skills.
Wendy laughed. "Whatever! Anyways, I promised Soos I'd go get some crystals for his D.J stuff. I'll see you later, okay Mr. Teenager?"
Dipper smirked at the redhead and the two parted.
Dipper took a second to admire all the work everyone had put in. The entire shop was cleared out of merchandise and shelves. A number of tables and cheap couches were set up along the edges of the room for food and places to sit. In the corner, a makeshift podium was created, a perfect little nook for Soos's D.J skills and music. The walls were covered in a number of bright posters Mabel had made, sporting pictures ranging from the two of them together to boy bands to even pictures of cats in funny costumes. Glittery streamers hung from the ceiling along with not only one, but two disco balls.
How Mabel was able to talk Stan into getting two was beyond him, and he had been there when it happened!
Then again, Mabel could talk Stan into pretty much anything. Dipper couldn't even ask for a dollar without being ridiculed or berated in some way.
Kicking a few balloons out of his way, Dipper waded through what had once been the shop to the kitchen. He hadn't heard Mabel yell something in a while and it made him nervous.
Peeking into the room, Dipper did a double take on how much of a disaster the entire kitchen was. It didn't really surprise him in any way, but looking at it put dread in his stomach. After all, he was the one going to be cleaning this mess up, he just knew it.
"Heya, Dip Dop! Decorations done already?" Mabel asked, grinning as she made yet another gallon of Mabel-juice for the party.
"Yup. Um, Mabel, don't you think you've made enough juice?" The boy glanced at the eight gallons already made. "It's getting a little...excessive."
"Excessive isn't a word in my vocabulary, Dip Dop! And you can never have too much Mabel-juice! How else will this party last all night?"
Dipper groaned and rubbed his face. "Okay, okay. Fair enough. Anything you need help with?"
Mabel pointed some grocery bags still sitting on the counter. "Can you get all the boxes of cookies out and on plates?"
"I'm on it."
As Dipper unloaded boxed food and treats onto plates, Mabel's blender whirred in the background, obnoxiously loud. How the metal blades didn't tear up the plastic dinosaurs and how the thing was even still operational after so many years of abuse was beyond him. Dipper would've suspected magic of some sort, but there were no runes to be found on the device.
Dipper didn't worry about it, however. Just marked it on the ever growing list of Things Mabel does that defy possibility and logic.
At this point in their lives, that list had grown impossibly long.
And Dipper had a feeling it would continue to grow the older they got.
The blender behind him fell silent as Mabel fumbled with her funnel to get all the juice in the empty milk gallon she had, partially struggling under the weight of it all.
Dipper turned to say something to her, opening his mouth to say something only to fall silent.
Staring at his sister's back, memories from the anniversary came rushing right back to the front of his mind out of nowhere, shocking his vocal chords into silence.
Suddenly, the room felt much to small and the invisible elephant in the room felt all too large and real. His small argument with her ran through his mind over and over and over again.
And it always came back to the first question, the big question. The one Dipper knew how to answer, but didn't in his own fear.
Fear for what, he wasn't so sure yet, but fear nonetheless.
What are you going to do about it?
What was he going to do about Ace Moonlighter? Was there anything to do in the first place?
Slapping his head a little the the palms of his hands, Dipper grabbed two plates of cookies and walked back out to put them on the tables set up, trying to chase his thoughts away with the prospect of a party, food, presents, and fun.
And his pondering over the goddess of identity faded away as the blender started up once more.
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The music thumped loudly in his ears, obnoxious and screechy.
Leaning against the back of the couch, can of Pitt Cola in hand, Dipper watched the mass of bodies in front of him move wildly. The smell of sweat hung in the air as the heat of the room skyrocketed with the amount of people in the room.
To say he was not in the mood would be an understatement.
Dipper never really fared well at parties. Sure, there were a few times he found himself letting loose and having fun, but those had been few and far between, with not nearly as many people as there were here, currently.
Mabel hadn't been kidding when she said she was going to invite the whole town.
Tucking his feet up, he took a bite out of the chocolate chip cookie he had, chewing slowly to allow the already melted chocolate become even more liquefied before letting it dribble down his tongue and into his stomach.
Despite being store-bought, they were surprisingly good. Polishing it off, Dipper reached over and grabbed another. He had successfully found the best place for himself between the throngs of dancing people; on the couch next to a table stuffing himself with junk food.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dipper thought he saw a flash of an erratically dancing Mabel, but other people quickly blocked his view before he could really tell.
Unlike him, Mabel always seemed to enjoy parties, no matter if it was alone or the whole town. She easily fit along the rapidly-moving bodies, like a puzzle piece finally completing a picture. A very bright and glittery picture. She danced like there was no tomorrow, doing wacky and unpredictable moves that were so out there and bizarre, they turned good, drawing in others to dance the same way.
Like a chain reaction.
Dipper finished off what was probably his fifth cookie of the night. Careful not to swallow the pit in his cola, he threw the empty can behind the couch, not caring in that moment that he would have to clean it up later.
Carefully standing up and stretching his legs, Dipper looked down at himself and grimaced- Mabel hadn't let him walk out to the party wearing his normal clothes.
"You look too ratty and outdoor-sy! We gotta get you dressed up, Dipping-sauce! What if you meet a nice girl? Or guyyyy?"
Dipper shook the teasing out of his mind.
Dipper sighed as he lightly ran his fingers over the black slacks he was wearing, paired with bright blue dress shoes with a matching button-up.
He was lucky enough to talk Mabel out from wearing the ridiculous clip-on tie she had got for him, along with the fedora.
Flattening his sweat-filled bangs once more, he carefully picked his way through the crowd, trying to reach the cooler on the other side to get some more cola. He didn't care what Mabel or anyone else said for that matter- he wasn't drinking Mabel-juice, plain and simple.
He side-stepped a few erratically dancing girls, and dodged out of the way from...Manly Dan?
Okay then.
Bodies pressed in all around him, pulling him around and dragging him away from his actual goal. A few stray legs kicked him, though not hard enough to warrant any real pain, especially since he was so used to his legs getting scratched up by twigs and branches in the forest.
Stepping over some teenager trying to do the worm- a terrible idea if there ever was one, Dipper ducked underneath a few arms being flung around, not wanting to get nailed in the face with a flying fist because he wasn't paying attention.
Dipper was doing a pretty good job maneuvering his way through the dancing bodies- too good.
Which was only reason to stand that he'd right bump into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Dipper yelled over the harsh music, rubbing his head from where it had slammed into the guy's back.
The man whipped around on the dime, giving Dipper a full view of what he looked like.
The strange guy was at least in his early-twenties and a bit on the shorter side, with some of the palest skin Dipper had ever seen, only outclassed by vampires. He was dressed to the nines in a bizarre purple tuxedo, with a white undershirt and a plain black tie. A black bowler hat was stuck over his short curly hair dyed so dark purple, it looked nearly black. His odd amethyst eyes glowed in the light, marking him as a hybrid of two species.
"Oh, it's quite alright!" He chirped out, voice deeper than what Dipper expected. "Wasn't the first time I was bumped this night and it'll hardly be the last!"
With that being said, the strange guy dived right into the main throng of bodies right up at the front, disappearing from view.
Dipper shook his head.
Next time, Mabel wasn't going to invite the entire town. That's for sure!
Finally reaching the edge of the mass of people, Dipper shuffled up to the cooler, reaching in and pulling another Pitt Cola out of the half-melted ice water.
Flinging himself onto a nearby soda, the thirteen-year-old ignored the two giggling girls next to him as he cracked the can open and took a long sip from it. Pulling the can away from his lips once his thirst was done, Dipper smacked his lips together, enjoying the pleasant fuzzy buzz on the chapped skin.
Grabbing a handful of chips from the table next to him, Dipper proceeded to snack as he watched, picking out flashes of an energized Mabel and Wendy, who seemed to be dancing with Robbie.
Normally, his heart would've twisted up inside his chest at the sight of Wendy with the black-haired teen, while his stomach flipped flopped and his mind search for a way to get the two apart as fast and sneakily as possible.
But this time, for the first time in...well, a long time, Dipper felt...absolutely nothing. No jealousy, no anger, no nothing.
Dipper bit his lip, recalling how easy it had been talking with the redhead recently, how his heart never pumped madly in his chest, trying to tear itself out. How his stomach never rolled and how his cheeks never heated up in a blush.
No, besides friendship, the thirteen-year-old felt nothing for the redhead now.
When had that happened? When had he gotten over his crush?
Dipper took another long sip from his can.
It was...it was...
Oh.
He remembered. Looking back at the matters of his heart, he remembered.
Dipper shifted in his seat, uncomfortable suddenly. Next to him, the girls continued to giggle and gossip, their voices grating on his ears. The music pumped in his head, derailing his mind and causing him to lose his thoughts.
Pulling his collar away from his neck, the boy hastily undid the two top buttons, feeling way too hot.
Dipper brought his chilled can up to his face, resting his cheek on the side to get his temperature down.
It worked somewhat, but it wasn't enough.
Seeing Grunkle Stan hanging out next to the exit, charging people fifteen dollars to leave as was per usual when they hosted parties, Dipper stood up from his seat and pressed himself as close to the tables and wall as possible, not wanting to be dragged onto the dance floor.
Giving a small, but unnoticed wave at Soos as he passed the man, Dipper finally made it to a very happy Stan, who was leaning against the door frame, flipping through and counting his wad of cash.
"Grunkle Stan, I'm going to take a small walk around. I'll be back later."
"Fine, but that will be fifteen dollars."
"Stan! It's my birthday and I live here!"
"Heh, you're right. That will be twenty dollars."
Scowling at not appreciating the dry humor, Dipper forcefully pushed by the old man and walked out of the craziness of the house and into the cool night, darkness swallowing up his small form quickly.
Stan stared at the place where Dipper disappeared from sight, tucking his money away.
"Yeesh. What's wrong with him?"
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Dipper knew it was probably stupid going into the forest in the middle of the night, especially without a flashlight or anything. Staring down hard at his hand, focusing on what he really, really wanted right now.
"Lux." He whispered. That's all he wanted right now and nothing else.
"Lux." He repeated, firmer this time.
A small, but bright ball of light formed in his hand, brought to life by his willpower alone.
"Well, well, look at Pine Tree successfully using magic!" A familiar and amused tone chimed from his right.
Whipping around, Dipper thrust his hand forward, letting the small light in his palm bathe Bill.
Bill grinned at Dipper, the light in his eyes flickering. Striding forward, he gripped Dipper's outstretched wrist and leaned closer, taking a closer look at his light.
"Not to shabby, kid. Your Latin was decent, and so was your control. Just gotta work on your willpower a bit, that is what fuels spoken spells, after all.
Dipper beamed up at the praise Bill was giving him, breaking his concentration and plunging both of them into darkness once more.
Well, not complete darkness. Bill's eyes glowed, one a bright gold and the other just a pinprick of flaming blue behind bangs.
He felt no fear staring into those eyes, however. Not even the weird blue one.
"Drat." Dipper said, frowning.
Bill chuckled at that and pretty soon, the area around them was illuminated once more, courtesy of Bill, who now lit up the night with his glowing skin.
"There we go!" The god laughed before wrapping an arm around Dipper's shoulders in a close hug. "Now what are you doing out here so late? The woods are dangerous, after all!" Bill continued to chuckle.
Dipper laughed alongside with him a little, his sudden bad mood from earlier not completely gone.
"Yeah, well Mabel threw a party for our birthday and, well, I don't really like parties. They're too loud and there's too many people."
Bill cocked his head to the side, trying to process the information given.
"Birthdays...Birthdays...Oh! Yeah! I forgot you humans actually celebrate getting closer to death!"
Dipper rolled his eyes. "Well, if you put it that way, I suppose so. Anyways, I came out here because it was too hot in there and I wanted some fresh air.
Bill's lip curled as his eye roved over Dipper's clothes, taking in the nice dress pants and matching shoes and slightly unbuttoned shirt, showing off the very top of his chest.
"I can tell." He finally said, eyes snapping back up to the boy's face, which was slightly flushed.
"Yeah...anyways, can we go and...I don't know, relax?" Dipper asked, somewhat shy.
"Sure thing! I know the perfect place!" Bill turned and lead him into the forest, the bright light he gave off shining clear through the trees and illuminating the way.
"Nothing's going to attack us, right?" Dipper asked as a howl echoed around them, deep and ominous.
Bill snorted. "Nah, you're good as long as you're with me, Pine Tree." The god's eyes flashed and his voice dropped down some. "But if anything does come along, I'll tear it apart for you, okay?"
Dipper gulped a little at the intensity in the god's voice, but simply pressed himself closer, feeling safe in his presence. "Okay." He agreed.
Bill laughed and immediately lightened up after that. "Well, looks like we're almost there!"
"Already?"
"Not everything I'm going to take you to will be miles away, Pine Tree."
The two broke the thinning tree line easily enough and Bill lead the boy into a small clearing, watching his mocha eyes reflect the little light given to them in wonder.
"Oh, wow!" Dipper gasped.
And indeed, it was.
The little clearing Bill lead the boy was nothing special, really. Normal and short grass dotted with very little flowers. There were no streams, no vines, nothing all that special.
However, thousands of lazy fire flies dotted the air, buzzing lowly in the air, blinking back and forth at one another. The sky shone bright above, not blocked by any annoying branches or trees, giving a full view of the Milky Way high above, the band of stars unveiled and stretched out for all to see, twinkling softly.
Dipper, mouth hanging open slightly, padded forward slowly, weaving among the fire flies easily. Next to him, Bill dimmed his own glow, letting the only light be from the bugs around and the gems nestled in the firmament high above.
"Bill this is-" Dipper reached up and lightly poked at the flies hanging before him, causing them to buzz away a little. "It's like walking among the stars themselves." He finished, sinking down into the short grass and drawing his knees up to his chest.
Bill smiled softly at the boy and joined him, pulling his little Pine Tree into his lap, wrapping his arms around the child's stomach.
Dipper stared up at the sky in silence, complete awe in his mocha orbs.
Bill stared at Dipper in adoration, loving the curious and starstruck look the boy had.
He sure was an interesting child.
The silence didn't last long, however and pretty soon the clearing was filled with Bill's soft voice as he gently grasped Dipper's arm and used it to help point out various stars.
"And- oh, lookie there, you should know that star!" Bill chuckled, his breath soft against the boy's ear.
Dipper narrowed his eyes, then flushed when he realized what Bill was pointing out.
"That's...Alkaid, right?" Dipper asked.
"Mmm, nope! That's Mizar and Alcor." Bill moved his finger some, pointing at a slightly dimmer star next to it. "That's Alkaid."
Dipper reached up with his free hand, lightly touching his birthmark. "I still don't like it all that much." He confessed to the god, pouting some.
Bill frowned looking at the boy, who was now back to flattening his fluffy bangs.
"...You said you meatsacks give each other gifts on your birthday, right?" He asked suddenly.
If the 'meatsack' comment bothered Dipper, he didn't show it. The boy simply nodded slowly.
"And you're...how old, now?"
"Thirteen."
"Hmm." Bill hummed. He had thought the kid was older than that to be completely honest.
"Well, then. Here you go. Congrats on being one year closer to your death!"
Bill snapped his fingers and suddenly, an unfamiliar weight dropped onto his head, blocking out his vision some.
"What the-!" Dipper cried out, quickly swiping the thing off his head to look at it.
Even in the low light, the child could make out the shape of the trucker's hat along with it's blue and white color, but the first and foremost thing Dipper noticed, was the blue pine tree printed on the front.
Bill's hand lifted back up to point at the symbol. "See? Told you you're a pine tree, Pine Tree!"
Dipper's eyes watered slightly as he pulled the cap back on, low on his forehead, stopping any and all chances of someone seeing his birthmark. The boy leaned back into Bill, breathing in the god's scent, just like a desert more than anything else, amazingly enough.
"T-Thank you." He murmured, nuzzling slightly into the warmth.
"Don't mention it." Bill dismissed, tightening his hold on Pine Tree slightly.
The two sat in comfortable silence, before Bill started up once more.
"Heya, Pine Tree?"
Dipper hummed lazily, his eyes starting to flutter close a bit.
Bill smirked down at the kid. He was so cute, especially all sleepy like this. Part of Bill wanted to let the kid fall asleep, just so he could eat the dreams and collect a little bit more power. Just because he was locked out of his true form and realm didn't mean he still couldn't just suck the energy gathered by dreams out.
But no, this was much more important. If what he wanted was going to work, the kid needed to be awake now, for this question.
"Dipper."
At the sound of his real name being spoken, Dipper jumped back awake, lazy and sleepy eyes sharpening and becoming serious.
"Bill?"
The god smiled some.
"How- How much do you hate Ace Moonlighter?"
Bill had to bite back his large smirk and noise of pleasure at seeing Dipper's normally soft face contort into one of hatred. His eyes, normally so full of life and love, emptied out, light draining away only leaving lost shadows...and the hunger for revenge.
"I- I don't just hate her, I loathe her." Dipper snapped back, voice gaining an edge no thirteen-year-old should have.
So the kid holds onto his hate and could carry a grudge. Good to know.
"Do you want her...dead?"
Dipper bit his lip at that, eyes darting a bit. "Is- is she evil?"
Bill had to hold back a snort at that. "Your concept of good and evil is an illusion, kid. But she does hurt and kill random humans."
Dipper continued to worry his lip. His heart screamed out yes. Yes he wanted her to die.
And for once, his mind lined up with his heart.
But there was something holding him back from giving his full agreement. Something that said no.
It was a small voice though, in the very back of his mind. It sounded familiar, but he didn't focus on that.
"Would...would the world be better off without her?"
Bill rolled his eyes. "So many inane questions!" He joked. "But yeah, suppose so. Do you want her dead or not?"
Dipper sighed. He knew the answer. He knew it as soon as Bill asked if he wanted the goddess dead.
Dipper just wanted a justification.
"Yeah."
He leaned back into Bill again, wrapping his arms around the god's waist.
"Yes I do."
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This is so late and I'm so sorry for that! And Fanfiction. net is still fucking around with my formatting.
At least it's still...today? Yeah, didn't miss a day, technically.
Every time I sat down to write this, something happened and I had to go deal with it.
So it kept getting pushed back, but it's here now. Yay, chapter! How many of you knew that the twin's birthday was coming up? I wasn't exactly subtle in my foreshadowing in this...
And Dipper finally has his hat! Only took 13 chapters!
crabbySeer- Don't cry! But I am glad I could invoke some emotion of sadness. Sadness is a really hard emotion for me to write. I don't know why, but I always feel I can't get it...poetic enough? Strong enough? I don't know. Glad you enjoyed the chapter, though!
random name- It's a word now! Haha, if you thought that was a plot twist, wait for...hehe...oops.
The Keeper of Worlds- I hope so :3
Wildtail of Wind- I try my best to reply to all my reviewers :3 Hehe, thank you so much, you're reviews and thoughts have been an absolute joy to read and I'm super, super glad you like this so much! And yes, the cipher is really hard. I'll be really impressed if you decode it, tbh. And I am now getting rest! Helps being out of school now and can catch up on it!
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this late chapter and, as always, thanks for reading!