Psychopast (A billdip fanfiction)

First Day

(Edited)

3rd POV

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"MmMnnHhhh..." Dipper flutters his eyes open and was greeted by the bright, blinding rays of sunlight coming in through his window.

"UghhHhhHHh...What time is it?" The brunette asks as he picks up his alarm clock off of his nightstand.

He squints at the alarm clock, as he tries to read the undecipherable numbers.

"W-Wait! Oh, gods no!" Dipper exclaims as he jolts upwards, panicking as he got out of his bed.

"Today's the day!" He shouts, scampering off as he realizes that today was his first day at his new job.

He quickly gets in the shower and started bathing himself. Cold water trickles down, while his body starts to wake up.

After showering, the young adult rushes off to the kitchen and makes two pieces of toast and a cup of coffee.

He brushes his teeth and puts on his uniform.

He quickly grabs his things and rushes out of his apartment.

Dipper POV

"Crap, crap, crap!" I can't be late on the first day! Come on, Dipper! You've got this! We're so close! Just a little bit more running!"

"Hah...hah..." What time is it? 8:30 am. Thank goodness, I'm on time!

A young woman with black hair and caramel-toned skin comes up to me. "Excuse me, are you Mason Pines?"

"Uhmm...yes?" What was that Dipper?! That wasn't supposed to sound like a question! Argh!

"Well, hello, then! I'm Dr. Regina Millers, but you can call me Dr. Reg if you want."

"Uh... Hi, Dr. Reg! Could you please tell me where Dr. Stanford Pines is?"
I need to get to work but I can't just leave her as she's talking to me! That would just be rude!

"Yup! That's why I actually came up to you. He asked me to guide you to his office." She smiles.

"Oh... um okay!" Why am I taking so long to respond? Must be nervous. Man, haven't felt like that in a while. Good to know I still...nevermind.

We walk for about 3 minutes before she knocks on a plain, white door. "Hello? Dr. Pines? Your great-nephew is here."

"Dipper? Come in. Come in."

We step inside my great-uncle's office. It was beige and white with a houseplant in one corner. He was sitting behind his desk gesturing for me to come and sit down.

I sat down in front of him, as he gestured for Dr. Reg to get going.

"So, Dipper! Ready for your first patient?"

I smile with excitement.

"Of course!" Ford grins while giving me the patient's file. I didn't open it right away and just looked at Ford, smiling like a 5-year-old who just got a new toy.

"The room number is 319! Now get going, champ!" Wait. Isn't he coming with me?

"Wait. Aren't you going to come with me?" Ford looks at me, then smiles as he puts his hand on my left shoulder.

"I trust you, Dipper. I know you can handle it. You out of all people should be able to since..." Ford stops as he clears his throat, clearly trying to stay away from bringing up the past. "I know you can do it, Dipper. Now get going!" He smiles as he ruffles my soft curls.

I get out of the room as I wave goodbye.

Wonder who my first case will be.

I smile at the thought of finally being able to work here, but that's not the only reason I'm smiling. I open the file.

Let the show begin.