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Warnings: daddy issues, slight mention of violence, emotional distress

Word count: 1025

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Bill Cipher can admit when he's mad. If we're being honest, he has a hitlist a mile long, and now, the remainder of the Pines family just made the top. Naturally, he could take his anger out on his latest muse, but... he decided to be merciful and give her a break from him.

He had watched as Gideon Gleeful somehow took over the Mystery Shack and the Pines get it back miraculously. It pisses him off.

The Pines twins aren't the first nuisance in the Pines family he's had to deal with. Hell, neither is Vickie. Amelia Pines, Vickie's mom, for example. Super annoying and all she wanted was her dad.

Vickie is the same way. She has no clue, and Bill has a feeling she won't like who it is. Laughing to himself as he thinks about a million different ways he can kill them all, he suddenly hears a knock on his door.

One of his minions meekly stands there, afraid of what Bill might do to him. "Whaddya want? I'm busy!" Bill glares at the creature with his one eye.

"Well, uh... There have been rumors that a new interdimensional portal is being built. Several demons have felt disturbances," the minion says, not meeting his gaze.

"Well well well. Finally some good news," Bill laughs, patting the minion on his back and sending the fearful creature on his way.

Someone must be building old Sixer's portal. He's got to hand it to Vickie, he didn't think she would find all of the journals and know what to do with them. And he wants to watch her work.

Unfortunately for him, she's asleep right now. But then, who's causing the disturbances? "Maybe I overestimated Little Sixer..." Bill mumbled, curious as to who could possibly be doing this.

Frustrated, he decided to go back on his word to leave poor, poor Vickie alone and torture her. He enters the Dreamscape, finding her in a dream about her school. Lame!

He decides to add a bit of dramatic flare to his entrance as he darkens the sky and gets bigger. "Victoria Pines! My old friend! How is having six fingers?" Bill cackled. He found her cowering under a desk, trying to hide from him, but that was impossible. He'll always find her.

"Go away, Bill!" she cries out. What a coward.

"You didn't bother to touch the journals at all, did you?" he asked the girl, who was just barely peeking out from under the desk.

"Dipper always had it on him. He doesn't sleep all that much. He's always up late reading it," she tells him, trying to justify why she wasn't even able to open it once. They're all lies, however. He knows she has had multiple opportunities to grab it and decided against it.

"You know I've always got an eye on you... You're the world's worst liar!" Bill yelled, wanting to hurt this girl, but refraining because he has important news for her.

She stares up at him, absolute fear in her eyes, large bags under her eyes, and large gashes on her arms under her sleeves indicating she's been trying to evade sleep, evade him.

Bill pulls out a notebook that has been in his possession for years. "You know, you're just like your mom... But you're also like your stubborn grandfather. Maybe I'm merciful," Bill ponders, wondering if he should give it to her. "This was your mother's diary before she died. Some pages are missing... I might give them to you later."

She crawls out from under the desk, looking a bit hopeful. Good lord, she truly thinks she'll find out who her father is from this pathetic diary. "What do you want me to do to get my mom's diary?" she asked.

"Eh. I told you I was feeling merciful. You can have it," he carelessly tosses it down to her, watching as she scrambles to pick it up. "However, regarding the remaining pages... That you might have to work for," Bill says, indicating to the diary where half the pages are missing.

Vickie nods, flipping through the notebook, trying to find any clues regarding the identity of her father. You're looking at the clue! Bill thought, a bit hurt that she was completely oblivious to the truth.

Then she looks up at me, a bit less afraid of him. With confidence in her voice, she asks, "Do you know who my father is?"

Bill laughs, flying closer to her. "Do you really want to know? You might not like who it is," Bill warned, hoping she'll stop asking questions. He likes this game of cat and mouse, always keeping her on her toes with an air of mystery.

That's how he works.

"Yes. I'm positive I want to know," she affirmed, looking down at her hands. She's probably hoping it's the author of the journals. She is related to him, just not in the way she thinks...

"Okayyy," Bill paused, a bit hesitant to tell her. This is the chance to let her know the truth, for her to know exactly what she is... But something stops him. Maybe Bill wants the game to continue, or he truly doesn't want her to know.

What would she think of him?

"Sometime between now and today, thank you," Vickie glared at him, getting impatient. She knows something is up.

"Fine! God, so demanding!" Bill groaned, "It's me. I'm your father."

Then he leaves the Dreamscape, not really wanting to see her reaction. He does, however, watch as she wakes up, panicked, looking everywhere for her mom's diary and finding it under her pillow, waiting for her.

She cries when she realizes what I told her. It was a bit sudden...

In a sort of twisted, paternal manner, Bill feels the urge to comfort her, but he knows that that won't be welcomed in the slightest. Nor can he get there, to her dimension in the first place. "She wanted to know! So it's not my fault that she's upset!" Bill justified, trying to find another person to blame. "Without me, she wouldn't exist!" he exclaimed.

But as he watched her shove the notebook under her bed, far into the corner that nobody ever goes to, he knows he fucked up.

He just lost his favorite puppet.

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A/N: so like. yeah. secrets out, but that isn't the only secret vickie has  >:0