A collection of Billdip

Fulfillment

Writer's note:

Hey guys! I'm sorry I took so long to update this but I have been a mess lately and only got around to it now! Anyway, this chapter was requested by 00-wolfsnout: "Hi! Me again! I was wondering if you could make a story with a sort of The Giver vibe... if not then... what do you think of talking cats?" I did the The Giver part but I'm still working on talking cats. That might come later.

For you guys that haven't read or seen The Giver, the only thing that you need to know is that Dipper lives in a dystopian society where no one feels anymore.

Hope y'all like the story!

Dipper woke up in another normal day. He headed for the hospital since he had being assigned a nurse in his Ceremony of Twelve seven years before that. However, different from his friends Dipper didn't feel complete. He felt like there was something missing, but he just repressed that.

So Dipper followed his routine: he ate breakfast, kissed his mother good-bye, got to the hospital and started looking at patients. That was until an incredibly atypical patient was assigned to him. He wasn't that much hurt just a couple of scratches, but that wasn't what made him incredibly peculiar. The truly abnormal thing about this gentleman was that Dipper couldn't recognize him. That wasn't normal. He knew most of the people in his small community. After all he lived there for 19 years and he had grown familiar with basically everyone. He could maybe not recognize little kids that were indeed news to their small group of people but not man grown to his own age. Did he forget the stranger's face? Not minding that, Dipper entered the stranger's room with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Cipher." Dipper said reading the stranger's name in the paper sheet that was given to him.

"Hey there, Pine tree." The stranger said with a mischievous smile.

"Pine tree?" Dipper questioned taken aback.

"I'm sorry, hey there, Dr. Pines." The stranger corrected himself.

Dipper approached the stranger asking him to open his eyes and put his tongue out and the normal procedure. He was suspicious the whole time. There was something oddly strange about this man. He had a different posture and odd clothes. Dipper looked at him curiously as the stranger just sat there smiling like he knew something Dipper didn't.

"So, Mr. Cipher, there is nothing dangerous in your condition. Just bandage them up and you are good to go." Dipper said looking into the stranger's eyes and quickly regretting his choice.

"Are you alright, Dipper?" The stranger asked.

"I'm sure that is the question I am meant to be asking you, Mr. Cipher. Not the other way around." Dipper responded dismissing his comment.

"But I want to know, my sweet boy. Are you happy here?" The strange man asked once again in a careful, thoughtful and wise tone.

"Happy?" Dipper asked. The weird word rolled off his tongue in a strange manner.

"Yes. You people surely know what happiness is, right?" The stranger said incredulously.

Dipper just kept staring at him. He didn't like this. As Dipper turned to leave, the stranger grabbed his arm and images started flashing in front of his eyes.

The images were so vivid Dipper even forgot about himself when seeing them. They were all so... happy.

Dipper fell to the floor startled. He looked over to the stranger whose name was now printed in his mind.

"What was that, Bill?" He asked still feeling confused.

"Memories." Bill replied with a smile.

"And your suit! It's- It's-"