Little Dipper

A Friend

Dipper stared at the triangle, moving closer and reaching up a finger. "Are you real?"

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?" The triangle remarked.

"Are you a fairy, like in that one cartoon on TV?" Dipper asked excitedly.

"Uhhh...no, not a fairy. Why would you think that?" The triangle looked offended at the very thought.

"Well, your hat is floating above your heads like their crowns do." Dipper pointed out.

"Okay, well, I'm not a fairy. And I've been trapped in this closet for thirty years, so I have no idea what you're talking about." The triangle shrugged.

"Well, what are you, then?" Dipper asked.

"Does it matter?" The triangle leaned forward a bit, his legs crossed and one hand on his knee. "Just call me 'a friend'. I can help make your dreams come true."

"You mean like granting wishes?" Dipper asked.

"Yeah, like granting wishes." The triangle nodded.

"Are you sure you're not a fairy?" Dipper giggled.

"No, I am definitely not a fairy. And real fairies don't have crowns floating above their heads or whatever and they definitely don't grant wishes." The triangle chuckled. "Sorry to burst your bubble, kid."

"Aww." Dipper pouted. "Well, why are you in the closet?"

"Someone I thought was my friend sealed me in here after using me to gain knowledge that he put into his books." The triangle sighed.

"Oh, you mean that book?" Dipper pointed to the one sitting open on his bed.

"Does it have a six-fingered hand?" The triangle asked.

"Yeah." Dipper nodded.

"What number?"

Dipper scrunched his face in thought. "Uh...hold on." He ran back to the bed and pushed it closed. "3?"

"Shit."

Dipper gasped, looking towards the closet. "You swore!"

"Yeah, I swore." The triangle sighed heavily. "That book's no good to me, I need the one with my circle not the one with propaganda. "

"Propo...Prop...huh?" Dipper walked over to the closet again.

"It means spreading information that isn't true about someone." The triangle said simply.

"Ohh." Dipper nodded. "What's your name?"

"Name's Bill Cipher. You, kid?" The triangle hovered above the nail.

"I'm Dipper! Dipper Pines!" Dipper grinned, hands on his hips. "I'm gonna be a big mystery-solver when I grow up!"

"Heh, big dream. Think you can do it?" Bill asked.

"I think so? I'm smart for kids my age! I read study stuff from high school!" Dipper said proudly.

"I remember when that guy had that light in your eyes." Bill chuckled. "So young, so full of hope. I hope this big ol' mean world doesn't dash your hopes, kid."

"So, tell me about yourself. What are you?" Dipper asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "And do you have to be a triangle?"

Bill floated down off the nail, hovering in front of his face. "To put it simply, I'm a demon. But I'm not out to eat your soul or anything, don't worry. I make deals in exchange for favors." His one eye crinkled in a smile. "And as for the other question, I could shapeshift into something else if you want me to."

"Yes, please." Dipper nodded. "You look like a Dorito chip and it's making me hungry."

Bill laughed. "Alright kid, close your eyes. This is gonna be bright." Dipper closed his eyes tightly and was aware of a golden light peeking from under his eyelids and then he was being tapped on the nose. "Open up, kiddo."

Dipper opened his eyes and gasped. "Oh, wow! You look like a....a prince!"

"Pft, no not THAT fancy." The Barbie Doll-sized man in a golden tailcoat grinned at him, twirling his cane. "But I do look rather fine, don't I?"

His hair was golden-blonde, his skin was a dark golden color and he wore black gloves and boots with his golden tailcoat, shirt and pants. A black bowtie finished the look with his black tophat hovering over his head and one of his eyes concealed by his hair had an eyepatch over it.

"Yeah, you do!" Dipper grinned. "It's cool!"

Bill grinned and spun in a circle, showing off his outfit. Dipper laughed and clapped his hands as Bill then did a flip in the air, finishing with landing on his floating cane and bowing dramatically.

"Again, again!" Dipper said, grinning.

"All the things I could be doing for you and you just wanna see me do tricks." Bill gave an amused smile. "Children are such simple creatures." He conjured up a tiny blue flame and juggled it between his hands before he started to juggle it all around his body, doing twists and turns until he finally caught it in his mouth, swallowed it, and let out a fiery burp.

"Yay!" Dipper laughed, rocking where he sat.

"Dipper? What are you doing up here?" The door opened and Mabel looked in. "What's so amusing in the closet?"

"Bill!" Dipper pointed to him.

Mabel walked over, looking confused and then smiled. "Oh, of course! How could I forget about Bill? Well, tell Bill bye-bye, it's time for lunch!"

"Bye-bye, Bill!" Dipper got up and followed his sister out.

Bill watched them go, smirking a bit. "She doesn't actually see me." He said to himself. "She's just humoring him." He looked towards the book. "Who knew that I wouldn't be alone forever, eh Sixer?"