Teach Me to Dance Pinetree

Day six

Dipper sighed, setting my bags on the floor, watching as Mabel's dog ran outside tail between his legs.

Mabel's taking him to the pound, isn't she

The one on fifth avenue, what's it called

"Sunny view shelter and boarding for pets"

The jingle for the pound ran through his head as he pulled a dress shirt out of the closet, stuffing it in his old leather suitcase. 

"Dip-dop, do you think I'm going to need my rollerskates or glitter bombs, I don't why wouldn't need them but I'm running out of space with my knitting needles and..."! She tilted her head, leaning out to look at the window, sweaty hands clenching in and out. 

"Um, Dipper, w-who's that"? Dipper turned around, his face tired and unimpressed, "I don't-" He stopped...it was a man, with tattoos going all up his body, blue fire, clocks with no numbers, dancing women doing things Dipper would rather not see again, the final thing was a keyhole on his forehead, silver and bronze, faded slightly and rusted....it was, real looking, to real looking. 

"Mabel finish packing your bags...and hail a cab through the phone, where a hat when we leave and get a knife from the kitchen, take waddles where ever you go...he's a-a protection pig". Mabel nodded, shivering, tears streaking down her flour-covered cheeks. 

Mabel's been cooking breakfast

Cipher found me 

Keyhole...23 hasn't been seen since 2011

I wonder why he's here? 

Dipper shook his head, wiping off the sweat from the palms of his hands, everything in him telling him to leave, go home, just leave Mabel alone and run. 

"Dipper, I need you", Dipper sighed, turning from the window to go help his sister, grabbing his pocket knife from his back pocket. 

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"They lost him, boss, he l-left with the girl". Red flashed through the room, the collar flashing as he fought to light his powers, sparks flying off his fingers. 

"And what did you do to stop him...because I thought I made it clear...you keep her away from him at all costs...anything but hurting my puppet". Hectorogan flinched away, grinding his teeth, "I-I, well what I mean is...we think..we think he might of proposed to her, we heard the girl squealing, a-and, well now they're...they are going on a, a vacation...". Bill slammed his hands onto the glass, smirking as spider thin carvings traced up, curling, twisting, dancing. Slowly a smile formed on his lips as he stood up, his fingers twitching, eyes twitching. 

The light bruises and cuts that curved up his fist suddenly deepened, purple fading onto slowly, angry lashing wounds carving in his hand. 

"Get me out of here", Hectorgan flinched away, a hand cupping his mouth, "U-um". 

"Get me out of here now or so help me I will flay you alive, forcing you to watch as I set my men to rape your wife and children". He flinched, "y-you told me yourself that you can't leave till you know everything about the boy, and, w-well...". He blushed, toeing the floor, "plus, I kind of met this girl here, I-i can't afford to blow my cover, I-I actually like her". Bill smirked, leaning back into his seat to yawn, the bags under his eyes seeming to shine in the darkness, "You know who else you love...your wife, and your kids, who I will personally slaughter if you don't get me out of here". Hectorgan bit his lip before shaking his head. "I-I'm sorry boss, I, uh,  can't do that..for her safety". Bill sighed, leaning back onto his seat, feeling the way the electricity buzzed through him, around him, the white flowing through his vision, like zaps of lightning. 

"One of these days Hectorgan...you're going to think you're safe, only to wake up and find that your wife has a candlestick shoved up her ass and a hatchet lodged in the back of her head, you're children skinned on the floor". Hectorgan flinched, nodding, before walking out. Buckets of sweat falling from his brow, fear in his eyes as he felt his stomach churn, twirl; and drop, a roller coaster he's never going to get off. 

'so did you just tell him that to make him paranoid..or are we doing that for realzies, because that sounds bloody', Bill sighed, slapping his head, "No stupid...Dipper's going to do that, while we watch". 

'Ooh, sounds kinky". 

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"I want to you to stay safe, keep out of trouble, don't arrest again, Stan or I can't fly over if the need should arise, I'm banned from every plan ever because of Stanley, and well...Stanley's legally dead so....yes"? Dipper laughed, leaning over to give his Grunkle a one-armed hug, "I promise. we'll be fine, you don't need to worry at all, I promise". Ford chuckled, holding out his phone and a pen, "Call every day, and if you can't call....just call every time you can, I'm going to miss you, my boy". Dipper sighed, watching as his sister purchased the most sugar-loaded drink he had ever seen, "I should probably go check on that Ford, but I promise, I'll talk to you as soon as we land and as soon as we get Wi-Fi, okay"? Ford nodded, walking away to go talk to his brother, who was wiping away the gunk from his eyes claiming that it wasn't tears, "Someones cooking onions that's all", 

"Stanley, it's someones cutting onions, not cooking onions". 

"Don't correct me, Ford, I know what I know". Dipper smiled, "This is just what I need, to forget, acknowledge; and forget". 

I like Bill Cipher, he's charming and flirty; and dorky as all hell, but I can't like him any longer, so I'm ignoring him, forgetting him, from here on out'. The ink stained his paper, a psychological technique he learned in school, 

'if you write down your problem, then throw it away, it subconsciously helps you get better, it's even shown to help with physical maladies". It's faith, Dipper supposed, if you believe you're going to get better you're bodies going to put more effort into getting better, but the thing is Dipper didn't really want to get over him, but he needed to. It would keep him, healthy, happy and alive. 

But his smile....and the way he laughs, genuinely. I could stare at him for hours figuring him out. He's just lonely inside..and maybe a little broken because sometimes Dipper felt that way too.                    

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