Warnings: nothing but casual sibling/cousin banter fluff
Word count: 1216
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Dipper and Mabel's room was a mess, as usual. Mabel had stuffed animals pouring off her bed, several blankets half-on from rolling off in the night. Several of her sweaters are just sitting in a pile next to two balls of yarn and Waddles. Dipper had balled up pieces of paper littered all over his side, broken pens and pencils sprinkled between the mess. Somehow, they've managed to destroy their room and they've only been here for a little while.
For some reason, Dipper chose his room to talk about my weird Bill Cipher phenomena. It's cluttered, and it doesn't help me think. It makes me feel claustrophobic instead of chatty. But, I push through it if it means I can find a cure.
Dipper doesn't know I made a deal with him or that Bill is my father. I mean, how do you even tell anyone that? Definitely not after our experiences with him. Dipper was literally his puppet!
"So, Cipheric Trances..." Dipper mumbled, tapping his chin with his fountain pen. He's been mumbling incoherently for the past ten minutes; this was the first time he's said something that's actually made sense.
I sit cross-legged on the floor across from him, waiting a bit impatiently for him to say anything. Frustrated, I lie my head against Mabel's bed, glad she isn't here to yell at me for it. She's too busy sulking about the puppeteer that broke her heart.
"Your experience with Bill might help us figure out literally anything," I suggest, hoping maybe that he's felt Bill's effects in his dreams so I'm not alone in this. But then I realize, that is a horrible thing to wish and I shrink in on myself.
Dipper doesn't make any expression to say that he heard me and I groan in frustration. Just as I was about to get up and leave, he jumps up, yelling, "I think I got it!" He paces back and forth across the floor, flipping through the journal to a certain page. "Right here, in Bill Cipher's own information page, it mentions that there are side effects to summoning him."
"It took you that long to figure it out?" I huff, rolling my eyes a little. "But I've never summoned him! How would I have side effects?" I ask. Have I ever summoned him? I can't exactly remember when he showed up; he's just a part of my life now.
"Well, I never summoned him either, but he did show up in a time of... need," he coughs a little, awkward about the circumstances. "I don't have effects, but that's because I got rid of him. Maybe... hm. Never mind," Dipper brushes off whatever it is he was thinking of.
Curious, I stand up, kicking him in the shins. "You better tell me. No matter how insignificant, it's probably important and super nerdy smart."
"Hah, you're a nerd too. You get straight A's," he grinned. "Okay, so. Um, did you ever... make a deal with Bill?" he asks. There it is. The question I have been dreading. I hesitate to answer and then Dipper nods, a knowing look on his face. "I see... This changes things," he mumbles.
"Changes things how? I'm still the same person, Dipper," I tell him, hoping he doesn't think of me any differently. I guess I should have been honest from the start because Dipper turns away.
"I guess it makes sense. Bill seemed like he knew you when we were in Stan's mind. He called you 'Little Sixer'," he sighs. I cringe at the nickname. "I thought it was just like when he called me 'Pinetree'. Something weird he could recognize us by, but maybe not. He separated you from the rest of us when we fought him and your eyes during the whole thing. God! It makes sense now," he concludes.
"Wh-what makes sense?" I ask, "Dipper?"
He turns around, giving me a small smile, "You know, you could have just told me from the beginning. I would have understood." A wave of relief washes over me. He doesn't hate me in the slightest. He wants to help me!
I sit down, exhausted. "I know. I probably should have just told you... But how does it change things?" I ask, still a little confused about his reaction.
"Changes things in the sense of how we can get rid of Bill from your mind. Permanently," he kneels down to face me, looking quite excited at the prospect. I'm glad he's still on my side throughout this.
The door bursts open and grandpa with a stern face walks in. "Jesus, kid. You need to clean your room. Anyway, I have another chore for you two. Go cheer Mabel up. Her moping is making me sad and that's bad for business. Now go," he orders, pointing out the door.
We get up and leave the room, racing down the stairs. "Mabel?" I call out, hoping she'd answer, but not hear anything. Wow, this girl is depressed.
"She's outside. With Waddles," grandpa tells us, and Dipper and I go outside where we're greeted with a mopey Mabel.
"Hey... sis," Dipper crouches down to look at the girl, who has hidden in her sweater. "Ready to come out of Sweater Town?" he asked her, but the girl just let out a groan.
"Boys come and go. They're stupid," I tell her.
"Boys are stupid," I hear her mumble from inside her sweater. That's a start. Delighted that I got through to her slightly, I sit down next to her.
"Dipper wouldn't really understand how a boy can totally rip your heart out for no reason," I start and I see her head slowly peek out of the top. "I used to have a crush on Robbie Valentino when I was your age. Awful. It was one-sided and I knew that, but I still let it get to me when he rejected me," I explain, remembering I had bawled my eyes out that day. I also think that's the day grandpa started hating that guy.
"What did you do?" she asked, pushing her head out through the sweater to look at me.
Success! She's out of Sweater Town. "Well, I got busy. I focused more on the things that I enjoyed instead of boys. It really helped," I smiled at her and she hugged me, warming my heart. I've got a big, cheesy grin on my face, too.
"Thanks, Vickie. Also, Robbie is an awful crush to have," she tells me, jumping up and running to go find Waddles, presumably.
Yeah, awful crush...
"I can't believe that worked!" Dipper exclaimed, dumbfounded. "And you had a crush on... Robbie?" he made a face.
"Yeah, those were dark times," I joked, hopping up and teasingly pushing him over. He trips on his own feet and lands on his bottom. I laugh a little at my cousin's clumsiness.
He laughs a little, too, picking himself up and dusting himself off. "Nerd," he grins.
"Dork," I grin, glad I was able to get close to Dipper. Mabel is easy to get through, being the extroverted autistic girl who likes everyone. But I always found her brother an enigma. He's the complete opposite of her, totally reserved and quiet, a bit more conservative when it came to talking in general. I'm just glad I got through to him.
Next on my agenda is figuring out what's up with Robbie... without awakening my years-old crush on him.
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A/N: This story is something I wrote in 30 minutes because writers block completely went away and I was somehow inspired to write shit, so uh. enjoy
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