Bill Cipher's daughter: A Dipper X Reader Fanfic

Chapter 21 (original draft that has not much use in the story)

Hey guys, this is originally what I did but I decided to change it, so if you are not interested, you can just skip this part. I am just posting it in case you are interested. To me it does not make any sense so... READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! Also, its incomplete. Lol ok. Bye!

~Your P.O.V~

We went to the kitchen and saw Mabel and Ford eating their breakfast. "Hey, go help yourselves to some food. You are growing kids, you have to eat!" Ford said. We grabbed a plate and sat on the table. I sat beside Dipper who sat beside Ford. We helped ourselves to a serving of stancakes each and began eating.

By now, Mabel had finished eating. Mabel, just being herself, carelessly laft her plate on the table and rushed off to the gift shop where Stan is. Being nearest to where Mabel was sitting, I caught the plate when it was falling. I brought it to the sink, washed and dry it, and went back to my food.

"Hey, (Y/N) right? Are you part of the Pines family?" Ford asked. "Why?" I asked. "Nothing, just I checked with Stanley and even he doesn't know your last name," Ford replied. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," I replied.
"Hey, you can trust us," Ford said. "Well, Ok... But I..." I said gobbling down my last piece, "Got to go." I threw my plate into the sink and ran out of the kitchen.

"Hey! (Y/N)!" Dipper shouted with his mouth full of food. Leaving his plate on the table, he got out of his chair and chased me.

I stopped at the exit door and waited for him. He did not realize that I had stopped and he bumped into me. "I am going to the local store to buy something. Wanna follow?" I asked. "Sure!" Dipper replied, "Just let me go tell Grunkle Stan first." "No," I said, "I need some time away from Ford." "But it's just Stan, what could he do?" Dipper asked. "I don't know, he could tell Ford?" I said sarcastically. "Fine..." Dipper said.

When we arrived at the store, I picked out two boxes of ice cream.

"Oh. My. Gosh. That is Dungeons, Dungeons and more Dungeons?" Dipper said, taking a boardgame from the shelves, "I sooo need this!"

We headed to the cashier and paid for our things. Then, we returned to the shack.

Mabel was sitting in front of the television. "Mabel! You'll never guess what I found at the store today!" Dipper exclaimed.

"Dogs! Dogs with hats!" Mabel replied.

"No, it's my favorite fantasy-talking, level-counting, statistics and graph paper-involving game of all time: Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons! You wanna play it with me?" Dipper said, holding the box up.

"Well, I do like unicorns, and that hot elf looks promising. How do you play?" Mabel asked.

"The rules are simple," Dipper said, opening up the game book, "First, you roll a 38-sided die (Singular for dice) to determine the level of each player's statistical analysis poweroid. These orbs relate directly to the amount of quadrants that your team has dominion over, which is inverse to the anti-quadrants in your quadrant satchel."

"And then we ride unicorns?"Mabel asked.

"Yes!" Dipper said. Mabel gasped. "And no," Dipper said. Mabel frowned.

"First we make a graph," Dipper said, holding up a graph paper.

"I... gotta go," I said. I left the shack and headed home.

"Hey wait!" Dipper shouted. I completely ignored him as I did not want to play the game.

~Third P.O.V~

"This is like homework: the game!" Mabel complained, sighing.

"Come on, Mabel, I need at least two people to play," Dipper said.

Soos walked into the room. "Oh, wow, would you look at that, two people!" Mabel said, backing out of the room. "Huh. Hey, Soos, up for a little game of D, D and more D?" Dipper asked.

"Aw, sorry, Dipper, I don't go in for that pen and paper kind of stuff. I'm more of an FCLORPer," Soos replied.
"A wha-?" Dipper asked. "FCLORP," Soos said, holding up a wristband with FCLORP written on it, "Foam and Cardboard Legitimate Outdoor Role Play. It is where a passionate brethren of craftsman, bring their dreams to magical reality."

"Well, thanks anyway, Soos," Dipper said, devastated.

Stan walked into the room. "Say, is this that game that's mostly math and writing and isn't anything like the picture on the box?" Stan asked sarcastically.

"Yes! It is! You wanna play with me, Grunkle Stan?" Dipper asked, a spark of hope in his eyes.

"Ha! Look, kid, I prefer to do my dice rolling in Vegas. Besides, only a game designed by nerds would have "'charisma' as a fantasy power. Heh. Check this out," Stan said, "When facing yon adversaries, shield thyself, under an elfin buttress."

"Haha! Say it again!" Mabel said. Stan then said buttress again and the both of them laughed.

"Hey!" Dipper said, insulted. He snatched the box away from Stan and said,"Laugh all you want. You guys just aren't smart enough to understand it."

"Heheh. Sorry, dude, but it is kinda nerdy. Well, I'm off to lay siege to a goblin fortress," Soos said, putting on a cardboard helmet and holding up a cardboard sword, "To my grandma's backyard!"

~Meanwhile~
~Your P.O.V~
"Hey Dad, I'm home!" I said. My brother, like a dog, raced up to me and jumped on me. "Aah!" I exclaimed, falling down, then laughing. Without asking me to change into my demon form, Dad asked, "What have you found out about Stanford Pines that I don't already know?" "Nothing," I replied, "He has been spending most of his time in the basement, I never really got to talk to him. When can we start our lessons?"

"Huh? Oh, the lessons. Yeah, lets do it now. Stay in your human form though... I can't risk anyone finding out," He replied.

"Alright! Where do we go?" I asked. "The back yard," he replied.

"Ok. Lets start simple," He said.

This is when the lessons began.

~3rd P.O.V~

"Oh nice. You rolled a seventeen!" Dipper said. Having no one to play his game with, Dipper went with the last resort. Gompers.

End of this part. Oh. You read it? Well, don't think this is going to be part of the story. It isn't. Welp. Now you are gonna mess up the storyline. Unless you already forgot this whole part. Ok. Bye!