DeCiPhEr.the story of a Pinetree and a Triangle

let's find you a place to stay

I stare at bill.
"Where are you staying tonight" I demand. Bill looks down. "The junk yard" mutters. Stans eyes soften "Look bill I know Ford won't like it but stay hear, I'll get some blankets and you can sleep on the couch." Stan says shuffling out and to the hall way storage closet. He comes back a few seconds later with some blankets in his arms and a pillow. "Dipper can help you set it up but get to sleep soon it's like one in the morning" Stan yawns walking out scratching his back.
"Tomorrow" dipper says setting up the couch in the corner of the room up up for bill "I'm helping you find a place to live." He says giving bill a small hug. "Night bill" he says also getting into bed. Bill snuggles up under the blankets. A sod smile on his face
"Good night dipper" he whispers.

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Bill stretches his arms out above him as he sits up. A small fit of coughs interrupts this as he covers his mouth and pulls out the inhaler. He uses it the drops it to the ground and lies face down on the pillow.
"Your now going to fall asleep on me are you?" Dippers voice asks. bill sits up and blinks
"No?" He answers. Sipper nods
"Good come on let's go have some breakfast" he says pulling his boots on and picking up his satchel. Bill tilts his head then his stomach makes a horrible rumbling noise. His eyes widen and he looks up face suddenly pale "i-I forgot I even needed to eat" he mutters. Pushing he blanket aside he picks up the inhaler and shoves it back into his pocket. He stands and smooths out his coat. Something catching his eye. He starts to tear up as he slips the coat of and inspects it. On the lining a small row of red hand stitching neatly holds a small split in the seam together. "I miss them, my parents" bill says staring at the stitching from the coat he had died in. The stitching put there by his mother. Dipper pauses in the door "you ok?" He asks I look up to him hesitantly and nod. Pulling the inhaler put of the coats pocket I carefully place it on the pillow. I start to walk towards dipper but he shakes his head "Look bill I don't know why your not wearing that but you can't walk around outside with just a thin button up if you want to you can borrow one of my hoodies"  dipper says pulling the black zip up hoodie of and handing it to bill he picks up a light ran one and pulls I on. "I could have worn that one" bill points out as he pulls the hoodie on "yeah, you could have but this ones colder because it's been on the floor" dipper shrugs. A small blush dusting his cheeks. He walks out the bedroom door and down the stairs before yelling out "you coming?" Bill puts the inhaler into the warm hoodies pocket and jogs down the stairs to where dipper was waiting "you want to eat hear or go the the dinner?" Dipper asks. Bill shrugs "I don't really know, I haven't needed to eat for over a hundred years so what would you suggest?"He says. Dipper grins "you have to try mabels pancakes!" He says excitedly. Dipper runs to the kitchen and hugs his family "Mabel can you make some pancakes for me and bill?" He asks. Bill cautiously walks in and look to the table where Stan and Ford sat eating cereal. Ford glares at dipper "What is he doing hear!" He growls. Dipper ignores him and continues annoying his sister in order to obtain food. Stan while not looking up from the paper he was reading answers "he states the night, kids got asthma demon or not can't let him sleep on the streets" he says mouth full of cereal and eyes scanning the headlines. Bill looks at his shoes. Black leather and overly fancy compared to any one else's in the room. He only now seemed to notice that his eighth century attire made him stand out like a sore thumb. He blinks and looks up to Ford who looked at him expectantly "pardon?" Bill asks
" I asked you what your doing now, because you sure as heck aren't staying hear again" he spat. Bill rubs the back of his neck. "I-I'm I uh..." He mumbles. "I'm going to help him find an apartment in town" dipper says watching with excitement as Mabel flipped the pancake. Ford nods "hows he gonna pay?" Ford asked harshly "he's not I am, I should have enough to" dipper says holding a plate as Mabel places the now Cooked pancake on it. Dipper grins and pours syrup over it and hands the plate and a knife and fork to bill. Bill takes the plate and looks at it. "Thank you Mabel it looks good" he says hesitantly sitting down at the table next to Stan. Dipper takes a seat across from him and starts eating.
"No problem bill, so dipping sauce, what are you gonna do to earn more money when you run out, you can't expect to find a job when your working with great uncle Ford." She asks. The completely innocent questions shatters dippers heart.
"What?" He asks looking between bill and Ford
"Well I thought we planned that I would find a job and earn enough to buy us an apartment while you were Ford's apprentice" she says. Dipper places the fork down and bites his lip "i-I'm sure I'll still be able to get a job, it's not like I'm spending all my time helping you right great uncle Ford?" He says hopefully. Ford sips his coffee. "Well you would need to be on constant alert and if I were to call you, you would need to be fully prepared to come. If you have a Job that would not always be possible and you would have to choose we the to help your family or your little pet demon" Ford huffs standing from his seat and drop I his dishes in the sink. "Unless you don't want to be my aprentace anymore" Ford says his face Harsh but eyes soft as though he was afraid of the answer. "No, that's not an option I'll work somethingout but... did you call bill my pet?" Dipper says getting distracted.
"Yeah why?" Ford says Stan and Mabel both hold back laughs as Bill and dipper both looked confused "it's nothing, never mind I'm just gonna..." dipper finishes his breakfast and puts his plate with Ford's "come on bill lets go fine you a place to stay" he says walking to the mystery shacks back door.