Demolition lovers I Dipper Pines x Bill Cipher's daughter reader!

Chapter Two.

Slightly larger trigger warning: Mentions of self-harm, and suicide, please take caution while reading!!

I just really, really like Van Gogh. 

"Soooo, nice place you have here." You commented that of the bedroom/attic/living quarters that the two Pines twins shared upstairs, on the second floor of the Mystery Shack. It was divided into their separate sections, separate identities, with Mabel's half plastered in pink and shimmering in glitter, and Dipper's half more subtle, with less hangings on the walls and duller, more depressing colors.

"Isn't it just great!?" Mabel exclaimed, quickly presenting her many possessions to you, including her grappling hook. As you tried to look enthusiastic, your eyes slid over to Dipper, who was standing awkwardly to the side, with nothing to comment on.

You knew that feeling all so well. Being excluded from everyone else. It was such an awful way of life. No one deserved to feel like that.

"What's it like living in Gravity Falls then, Dipper?" You questioned, trying to broach the brown-haired boy into the conversation. He hummed absent-mindedly, picking at his fingernails. "Well, it's good most of the time. We solve mysteries, and when we're not extensively doing that, we just run the shack for Grunkle Stan." "He likes running the shack with Wendyyyyyy, don't you Dipper?" Mabel asked of her brother, wearing a devil-may-care smile.

Dipper flushed immediately, stammering a response back, "What? No I don't! She's cool and all, but she's just a friend." "Just a friend, my outer butt. You're extremely obsessed with her." The conversation then went back and forth comfortably with only a few minor hiccups, and the ease of which you talked to the twins granted you free food from the shack, and free answers to some of the mysteries of this peculiar town in Oregon, USA.

Dipper and Mabel had fought gnomes, people made of wax, zombies, time-traveling agents, and so on, each occurrence even more stranger than the last. After mentioning these un-likely enemies, Mabel invited Dipper to show you 'The journal' the one that he had mentioned before, and to your inner shock, they shared a small argument about it;

Dipper almost shouting that he wouldn't trust anyone else, at all, with the journal. But then the brown-haired boy easily relented to Mabel's threats; that she would invite Grenda and Candy for a sleepover every day of the week, these girls whom she had previously referred to as her best friends

Dipper sighed, pulled the journal out, and finally revealed to you that it was an old, slightly tattered red book clipped with gold on its edges, also stamped with a six fingered-hand on the cover.

You fingered through it, scrutinizing the numerous stains and ripped pages, but investing all the countless information as Dipper explained his added insight on a few of the subjects mentioned. You then randomly flipped to an anonymous page in the middle, suddenly shocked to find the one thing you hated most in the world staring up at you in printed format:

Bill Cipher was drawn in ink on one of the yellowed, lined pages, surrounded by text you couldn't quite decipher, with dried blood spatters also crusting the page, dried blood you ran your finger through in absolute disgust. Sick. Literally sickening. In every way. That's what Bill was. "Do not summon at all costs." Was imprinted on the page, and the warning was seared into your eyes as you couldn't look away, you couldn't think, you couldn't even freaking breath.

"Bill Cipher. Extremely evil dream demon with sadistic plans." Dipper stated, like he had encountered your father before and could flesh his intentions out. You gulped in shock, the colour completely draining from your face, from your cheeks. "We have, of course, met him before." Dipper continued. "Yeah. He was really weird. I hated him so much." Mabel agreed, shaking her head down in disgust.