Zero Falls: Season One

Boss Bill-Part Three

For the last two days, things have been going smoothly. More or less.

Their profits have been raising surely, but Will didn't like how this had turned his brother into a bit of a tyrant. Bill gave orders without a moment's hesitation, and refused to listen to anyone else's ideas. Will wasn't the only one frustrated by this, and on the start of the third day, he complained about this to Wendy.

"I think he's just stressed out about Stan," Wendy noted, while reading a magazine by the counter.

"Still, he's not alone in this," Will said. "He doesn't have to be such a jerk."

"Since when was your brother not a jerk?"

"Good point."

Wendy closed her magazine, so she could look him in the eyes. "For one, I agree that Bill needs to cool it," She admitted. "Mabel was pretty upset that she couldn't collaborate her idea, and that goes for me too."

"Oh yeah, you wanted to catch a creature for an exhibit?"

She nodded. "I thought it'd be cool, and it wasn't like I was gonna let it run loose."

"I believe you on that," Will said, recalling that his redheaded friend was an expert monster slayer.

"But, it's alright, I guess," Wendy sighed.

Will frowned, looking at her thoughtfully. Before he could have a second thought, he said. "Maybe...you can include your idea."

Wendy looked at him in surprise. "What? But, didn't Bill refuse?"

"We didn't clarify who the boss was of this operation," Will reminded. "This shack belongs to the both of us, so I think my word should count too."

"Hmm, that makes sense," Wendy admitted, then smiled. "And thanks for giving me a chance. You won't regret it."

"Of course," Will smiled back. "I'll take your shift, while you're out."

"Great!" She beamed, stepping away from the counter. "See you later, hopefully with something awesome."

Then, the redheaded Guardian walked out, leaving Will to stand behind the counter. He looked worryingly at the door, before turning to the spot in front of him.

This was a good idea, He thought, trying to convince himself.

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Meanwhile, Bill was busy working on an exhibit, a stuffed antelope with a six-pack, when Mabel confronted him.

"Bill, I finally finished the costume for Dipper," She smiled.

"What took so long, Shooting Star?" Bill remarked. "Couldn't you have poofed one up in thin air?"

"It's more fun if I put actual effort into it," Mabel insisted. Then, she turned around. "Dipper! Come out, and show Bill!"

"Mabel, I look stupid in this!" Dipper called from the other room.

"No, you look like a friendly suburban mascot!" Mabel remarked. "C'mon, I worked hard on that outfit, the least you can do is show it off."

There was a heavy sigh on Dipper's part, then the brunette slowly stepped in. Bill's eyes widened. The male Guardian was wearing a pair of grey furry pants, with fake wolf ears, and fake wolf paws covering his hands. His torso was bare, revealing his toned chest and stomach, something that Bill found hard not to look at.

"OK, I don't hate this," Bill admitted.

"Thank you," Mabel said, proudly. "When I started thinking about potential mascot ideas, I first thought about kittens, cuz' kittens are great. But then I realize, the shack is located in the woods, and you know what else is in the woods? Wolves!"