Archives Falls

LBW: Part Eleven

Bill Northwest did not have patience for Robbie's shenanigans. Or, Robbie in general.

No matter how many times Robbie said he was going to leave Bill alone, he always came crawling back to him, wanting something. Wanting his help, his knowledge, or something similar, and he never repaid him. That was what annoyed Bill every time, the fact the boy never would cough up to his end of the deal for his help. Bill believed if he got help from someone, he deserved something in return that they must pay back.

Robbie? He never seemed to care. He had tried to avoid him, he had really tried. But when he did ignore him, he bugged like a child for Bill to come back. It was even more annoying than his terrible mood swings worse than any moody teenager's parents could imagine.

What a relief it'll be when he actually stops bothering me.

Bill swished his hair to the side as he walked through the woods. He didn't have to be doing this. Then why was he? So Robbie would leave him alone. Also, it was fun to brag to the boy once in a while and to see him get angry.

He looked around the woods, making sure not to trip over any tree branches, as that would look bad. What did Robbie actually want with him? He thought after he had gone on the road with his silly little psychic show, the Tent o' Telepathy or whatever he called it, he thought they had been done for good. Yet, he still had gotten six different phone messages from him this week, which must've meant he was desperate. Desperate enough to risk facing Bill's wrath once he did answer.

After he managed to navigate his way through the woods while not ripping any of his clothes, he caught sight of the building. The Radiance Warehouse, where his parents stored things from their funeral home or whatever they did for a living which required a warehouse. Robbie had told them what his parents did before, but he didn't care to remember.

It was a run down place, anyone would say. Much less fancy than his family's warehouse, and certainly was not as well kept. He didn't know how long the building had been around for, but he assumed it was built by his parents or it had come with the house they had bought when they moved to Gravity Falls. Once Bill got closer to the warehouse, he took the time to examine a large patch of rust formed just near the entrance of the building. This place needs to remove the rust and a paint job. Even then, it would still look like it had been deprived of much needed maintenance.

Bill's face wrinkled a little before he walked near to entrance, as he cast his eyes on the pile of crates near the door, and he started moving crate after crate away. Had somebody blocked it before? Who had even been here either than Robbie? He had no idea, and he didn't really care too much. All he did care is he wished someone had warmed him. If he knew this was the case, he would've brought something with him to help. Or have prepared some magic.

When the crates were out of the way, Bill quickly pulled open the door for a dramatic entrance, as he stood in the doorway, his head held high, and his signature Cheshire Cat grin plastered on his face.

"Well well well, look who we have here, back again!" He called out, once he had pinpointed Robbie. His voice echoed on the high walls of the building, causing Robbie to look up.

Bill took a good look at Robbie, who was lying on the ground, looking like death had punched him in the face. Twice. The one thing Bill did notice was his once baby face had disappeared, along with the chubby cheeks and extra large eyes which made many in the town think he was cute or adorable. His face now looked more triangular, and his eyes darker. He wasn't handsome, but the old look of cuteness he had before had been replaced by an older, more meaning looking kid.

Robbie sat up, giving him a glare. "Why didn't you answer my calls, Northwest?"

Bill rolled his eyes. "Relax, Robbie. I was busy. I am a busy man these days."