The Darkest Of Pines

Grocery Shopping

Bill was up the next morning looking at a list with little Dipper in a baby holder that was harnessed around his back. The contraption was strange to him but seemed to content Dipper as the little boy sat there making contented noises. Bill looked down at Dipper who was situated under the fabric of his hoodie so that no one would see him as a possible snack. With a sigh, and a grunt adjusting the harness, Bill opened a portal and stepped into the first aisle he needed to go through. The grocery store was just as bizarre as the mindscape with shelves floating everywhere and madness bubbles carrying free samples. Dipper looked around a little at the place then gently laid his head back down against his guardian's chest. Bill smiled a little, moving from aisle to aisle to get what he needed. Dipper would occasionally try to grasp objects floating by and sometimes mess with Bill's face.
The rest of shopping went by uneventful until Bill walked near a certain shelf. "I've got this whole fleshbag underneath my very grip, trust me Larina I've got it under control". Bill recognized the voice and ducked down low by a shelf momentarily making himself unable to be seen. It was his father's voice, the very one who made his blood boil. "Stanford wants it more than anything Darling..and no I haven't seen our sons nor do I intend on visiting on our wretched offspring". Dipper squirmed a little as Bill unconsciously clutched him close. Angry yelling could be heard on the phone, "Sweetheart, I give them a small gift..maybe a surprise visit..who knows..but I love our children" The demon's voice was so overly sweet you could taste the syrup from his mouth. The angry woman's voice died down as the man drifted away from isle. Bill got the last of what he needed and left hastily, making sure he left no trace. Dipper gave a worried noise when they came back to their home in the mindscape. "It's okay Pine tree..we just need to prepare..I have to keep you safe.."Bill couldn't believe what he was saying but the baby only cuddled close, wiggling and kicking as Bill snapped his fingers. The groceries were put away and Bill spent the rest of the afternoon hugging Dipper close. He doesn't know how or why but all he can feel is the strange instinct to protect the child.