What are Your Hidden Intent

Chapter 2

Tired and stressed out, Dipper's frustration reached its limit. He had been up all night, trying desperately to find some clue he had overlooked in Mabel's murder.

"There has to be something I missed, buggery and damnation!" He screeched out.

He had gone over all the documents and photos a million times. This time, however, he had more incentive to solve this case. If he could somehow put the pieces in and find out who killed his twin sister before midnight. He could simply decline Lyssa's offer, and she would go away. Rather, he hoped she would stick to her word and disappear. He looked at the clock: 4:30 p.m. There wasn't much time before midnight.

The sudden knock on the door startled him. Who could that be? Hopefully not Lyssa, though she had already proved to be the type that doesn't knock on doors.

Looking through the peephole, Dipper saw someone he didn't recognize. A man about 8-9 years older than him, waiting patiently wearing a light teal lab suit. A scientist maybe?

"Good day sir. I'm looking for Dipper Pines. Is he around?"

"Who wants to know?"

"My apologies, where are my manners. My name is Blendin Blandin. I am with the league of Christian Science of Portland."

"Sorry, I'm not looking for prayers today..." Dipper said rolling his eyes as he started to shut the door.

"Wait! Please, Dipper Pines! I think have information about the recent nightclub murder."

Curious, Dipper narrowed his eyes and invited the man inside. Blendin looked around and saw a mess of police photos and gruesome crime scene photos, the nature of the photos would unnerve anyone. Except Dipper, who basically made it his homes design.

Blendin looked at a picture hanging on the wall. "Is Mabel Pines the one in this photo?"

"Not like that's any of your business but yes."

The scientist shifted his focus back to Dipper. "Right. The news reports claimed you saw a woman in the room with the victim. Did you notice anything odd about her? For instance, did she have any bat tattoos on her shoulders?"

Those were not tattoos of bat wings, they were the real thing, did he know Lyssa, and what she actually was?

"Sorry, but I didn't see any tattoos. Why do you ask such a question anyway?"

Blendin turned to Dipper. "The day of the murder, a girl of great beauty came the church for a confession. She mentioned that she was going to do something horrendous but didn't say what it was. As she left I noticed the tattoos I mentioned, I thought there was maybe a confession.

Of all the years as a Typist working on reports of citizens who had shady records, Dipper was able to detect bullshit down to a thread. This man was clearly hiding something, and he wasn't a very good liar. He noticed sweat drip down from his forehead.

"Doesn't sound like a connect to me. She could have been anyone. Sorry, but I think you've wasted your time."

Blendin growled lowly. "Perhaps. But maybe god has sent me back in time for you on this day, so it isn't a total loss. Such temptations lead men to do things they wouldn't even think of. The path to Hell is paved with good intentions, and desperation leads to the first step."

It was as if Blendin could see right through Dipper. Maybe Dipper wasn't the only one with a B.S detector.

"I appreciate you coming by, but I have work to do, don't hesitate to stop by."

"Sorry I couldn't have been more helpful." Blendin reached into his pocket and fished out his card. "If you ever in need of my services, you can reach me here."

He handed Dipper the card and left, but before doing so he turned around, "Remember my words Dipper, they may save your soul someday."

Dipper gave him a fast nod and closed the door.

In his desperation for anything to bring light to anything, Dipper went back to the government building to type his report about what happened, after he finished he was greeted by Candy, the very young and attractive pathologist who assisted him with the nightclub murder.

"Hey Dipper! I didn't expect to see you here." She smiled slightly.

"Heh, yeah. What are you doing here?" Dipper asked.

"I was just talking to the Mayor about research I was conducting and what I found when lungs are decomposed, she wanted to talk to me earlier in the month about it."

"Thats pretty cool, well I'll see you later I have errands."

"Bye bye Dipper," She leaned in and gave him a hug, he returned the embrace. Candy was a sweet woman and somewhat flirty towards him, which made him wonder if she had a crush on him. Not that he would care, of course.

Dipper took the elevator and noticed that someone raided his fridge, there were empty orange soda cans everywhere.

"Wait a minute..." Dipper pondered, he knew who did this.

"Robbie, what the hell!" He said, he sat in his office, he was the janitor of the building, ever since he and Wendy split up a while back, he was taking dead-end jobs since he was mooching off from her, and apparently this one was the best.

"I'm on my break..." He said softly, "It's hard cleaning up a huge mansion like this."

Dipper growled, he wanted to punch him for so many reasons, but he had to maintain his composure. He brought out an old typewriter from under a cabinet and plugged it in, writing about his experiences today.

"Listen Dip, its been awhile since we talked about Mabel's case. Did you find anything significant, not that I care..."

"Why would you care," Dipper said raising his voice, "You weren't at her funeral and you didn't even say anything for four years to me. Now why would you care, I'm tired of everyone telling me how fucking sorry they are!" Dipper said glaring at Robbie, his teeth was clenched.

"Whoa calm down there squirt, things take time. You'll eventually find someone who did this!"

Time was something that was against Dipper's side, he looked at the clock: 6:54 p.m.

"Yeah time. Time that you are spending sitting on your fucking ass!" Dipper's yelling drew attention of everyone in the room. They all stared at him, hoping for a fist fight.

Dipper may have lost his temper, and he wanted to beat Robbie to a pulp, but he wasn't stupid enough to get fired, he neutralized his frustration.

What a waste of time, he turned and left the government building before the Mayor learned he was here to make a fuss, Dipper quickly left.

Whenever Dipper needed real help, he always consulted Mabel. Even in death, some things never change, he had a guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders.

"I miss you Mabel," he said while raising her the red rose flowers down on the headstone. "I miss the life that we had. Things were so much happier back then, I still wore all your favorite sweaters and you always admired my academic brains while I admired your happiness for life."

Dipper smiled, remembering the good times, but then a tear rolled down his cheek. "I feel like I might have lost you forever. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you, I vow to find who ever did this and bring them to justice. You were so good to me. I failed you as a brother."

His heart was broken.

"Please have remorse for me for what I'm about to do."

Lan Su garden was as dark as it was quiet. Dipper decided to wait here for Lyssa, to learn more about Succubus he decided to Google it on his phone. He found nothing useful all his searches was erotic pictures and stories that would make a weeaboo blush and gasp for air.

I wondered who killed Mabel Pines, there's also a little touch of CandyxDipper.