What are Your Hidden Intent

This is For Mabel, you Sick Bastard

Dipper was a few blocks from Robbie's apartment, the rain was pouring heavily in Portland. He still had his gun in his pocket that he found inside his home. After making sure it was fully loaded, he walked through Robbie's place and peered through the front living room, he saw that he was drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette.

Dipper walked up Robbie's porch and knocked on the front door with the pistol concealed in his pocket. He knocked several times, and again, before Robbie finally opened the door.

"Dipper? Jesus man, you're soaked! What are you doing here man?"

Seeing the man who ruined his life by the fullest face-to-face instantly transformed Dipper's calm demeanor into a crazed lunatic who had lost all reason. He pulled his revolver, pointing it at Robbie's forehead.

"Back inside now!" Dipper commanded.

"What the actual fuck are you doing?!" Robbie looked at Dipper confused.

Dipper's free hand struck Robbie's nasal airways with full force, making a loud crunch. "No more lies!" he said, striking him again, sending him on the floor.

With his revolver pointed down at Robbie, he spoke with steely fury. "I know everything, you piece of shit! About your involvement in the sex trade, you fucking my sister in my own bed, and you raping and murdering her!"

Robbie looked at Dipper with utter shock. "Congrats, i'm deeply impressed." He wiped blood from his face. How'd you figure it all out?"

Dipper sent a fiery kick straight to Robbie's ribs. "Doesn't fucking matter."

Robbie groaned. "I suppose not, it doesn't matter keeping secrets anymore. I should have known to kill you when I had the chance, but no, Mabel how to botch everything by getting knocked up. For a while, killing her turned out to be delightful and dark. You were too busy at the station. But it seems you can't agitate a sleeping sloth"

Robbie smiled maliciously. "I will admit, she was a fine piece of ass. She would cum time and time again if she hadn't gotten off a day in her life. For all I know, maybe she hadn't. Your sister was basically a human toilet that I can rub my cock in and ejaculate all over her face and braces."

Dipper kicked Robbie again. He pressed his foot on the side of Robbie's head with all his power in him. "Real men don't rape or murder women."

Robbie laughed amid his miserable pain. "So what do you plan to do, huh? Arrest me? Good luck trying to explain this to the judge." Robbie said, implying about his nose.

Dipper pulled his revolver back and placed it on his temple, "Now it isn't the time to be cocky you little demon." Screamed Dipper, because he was already in love with a demon from Hell.

Robbie chuckled, "Go ahead, do it. End me. I bet you don't have the balls to do it. Even if you do, policemen will find you."

Dipper pressed the barrel hard against his skull, his adrenaline was rushing through his veins, only vengeance would cool him down, "I'm already dead..."

His tightening finger on the trigger stopped when he heard a woman's voice.

"Stop and think about what you're about to do Dipper," Lyssa said as she stepped through the door wearing a purple latex suit with match boots.

Robbie stared at Lyssa. "Who the hell are you?"

His face flashed horrid white when he saw Lyssa's eyes burn bright red. His finger extended then bent backwards in pain. He felt the sound of his bone brake, Robbie screamed with agonizing pain.

"Shut up!" Lyssa ordered.

"I told you to stay out of this!" Dipper said over his shoulders.

Lyssa shrugged "Fine, kill him. But my mother will confine you to the ninth circle, the circle of wrath. No matter what she did to you earlier."