Xszkgvi urev: dliwh rm gsv dzooh
On Dipper's walk home, he hastily avoided his typical adventure through the woods. Keeping his head down, he walked quickly and moved through the streets, admiring the leaves on the ground and random spots of dried up gum. After a moment of relaxation, avoiding the thought about the Bill Cipher tree and the other symbols, he looked around and enjoyed scenery.
"Wonder if…they'd ever come home to visit?" whispered Dipper, looking around.
Peering around at the trees and bushes, Dipper stopped to notice a new fence being put into place. It was a pretty white, rounded bars and neatly placed to close off the deck. It looked nice with the little house, but something made him stare at it longer, another feeling of something being wrong. He gulped, wanting to turn away but he couldn't turn away without finding why it intrigued him so.
"No…" snarled Dipper, pulling down his hat.
Engraved into the white painted wood was small numbers; arranged in a pattern that Dipper could only assume was a cipher. He pulled out his notebook from his jacket's inside pocket, finding a tiny pencil in his pocket, he finally managed to jot down the numbers in order. 3-9-16-8-5-18 12-9-22-5-19 19-20-9-12-12. He nodded, hiding all the items away and continued along his way, contemplated what the code was. It was code he recognized but couldn't remember off the top of his head.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, singing out a lovely song that Dipper always forgot was on his phone. He fumbled it out from his pocket, quickly putting it to his ear. He didn't need to look at the ID. Based on the song alone he figured it had to be either Wendy or Mabel. Seeing as activating the call wasn't followed by a squeaky cry, it was most likely Wendy.
"Hey," Dipper replied.
"Hey, Dipper!" Wendy cheered. "Saw your email."
"You could've just emailed back," offered Dipper.
"I just had to be sure…was it really…you know…him?"
"I sent the picture. I'm not joking, Wendy," gulped Dipper. "Grenda and Candy said they haven't heard or seen anything related to you know who."
"I didn't think this would get out of this weird-o town!" shouted Wendy. "Man…this sucks."
"You're not even here to see it," groaned Dipper.
"Dude, I'll ask around a little more to make sure. I'm sure everyone is gonna help out with this mess."
"Thanks, Wendy," nodded Dipper, even though he knew Wendy could not see it.
"Talk to ya later, man," signed off Wendy, hanging up.
"Yeah…" sighed Dipper, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "I wish this whole thing would just go away."
Dipper continued on his way, eventually making home. His parents were still at work and Mabel was away at a club meeting, leaving the house to himself and Waddles. He tossed his bag onto the couch, slumping over onto the chair. He groaned, shutting his eyes and slumping further. Waddles began nibbling on his shoes. He didn't even try to stop the oversized pig.
"I'm so done with this," mumbled Dipper, quickly jumping to his feet.
He found his mother's "to do" list on the counter, which included a list of chores for Dipper to do. He reluctantly returned outside so as to clean the windows and water the grass as instructed. It wasn't his favorite activity but he didn't like twirling his thumbs either. If Mabel came home to find him doing that, she'd kill him. Upon opening the front door, however, Waddles rushed out.
"Waddles, no!" called Dipper, chasing after him.
The pig ran around the yard in circles before wiggling himself into a bush. Dipper groaned, getting onto his hands and knees to pursue Waddles into the bush. Behind the bush was the wood of the deck and a rather small hole into the foundation of the house. Waddles was stuck in the hole. Dipper rolled his eyes, reaching out and grabbing the pig by the butt. The little pink tail wiggled rapidly as the pig squealed.
"C'mon Waddles, I'm just trying to help…" mumbled Dipper.
Waddles squeezed through the hole, disappearing into the depths of the underside of the deck. Dipper rested his head on one hand, letting out a deep sigh. The grass was wet from the daily watering required by their parents, which made Dipper's outfit yet again muddy. It seemed to be a usual event nowadays.
"This has just not been my week," he sighed.
Dipper propped himself up, preparing to wiggle out of the bush, but stopped as his eyes met with the flat of the wood. Engraved into the wood was another cipher. Dipper rolled his eyes, digging his notebook and pencil out of his inside pocket. Wklv krxvh lv surwhfwhg eb wkh Slqhv idplob was the first line and then switched to a different cipher, which read Qqyp Uxxuij lif hwumnxws jl jgjz bj lwmfi ztzbik. He couldn't make sense of it right now but he had amassed a vast collection of ciphers and decryption plans. Tucking the notebook away, Dipper laid back down in the mud.
"I still have to get the pig," he murmured, glaring into the darkness under the deck.
