(So... someone way back wanted a three way with Bill, Will and Dipper. I forgot who suggested it, but here it is anyway)

The rain like needles, stab at his flesh while running in the downpour. Mud shifts underneath Dipper's feet as he desperately fights his tired body to keep running. His hat flew from head, and he dared not to back for it. It now lost to the wood of the forest.

"Dipper, come out, come out, wherever you are!" Bill sang from the pitch black of the wood.

"Pinetree! Come back!" Will whines through the trees in a sing song tone.

His heart drums against his chest, picking up his speed. Light dances across the sky for a moment, letting Dipper see a toolshed. He races for it. Hastily, he claws at the door whom was loosely locked. Ripping it open. He pushes the door open, before slamming it shut.

Quickly, Dipper kicks the work table; tools spill. He shoves the table up against the door, then the armchair, throws a heavy toolbox onto the chair.

Finally, Dipper collapses against the wood wall across the from the barricaded door. He sits there, in the dark room full of silence. Legs up to chest, hands cupped over his ears, eyes screwed tight while he desperately tries to calm his breathing as thunder drums the sky.

"Please go away," he whisper to himself. Tears well in his eyes, but he refuses to whip the tears from his tightly shut eyes.

'How could I be so stupid?' He thinks, remembering where it went wrong.

*Flashback 9 mouths*

Dipper smiles to himself as he washes the tables. The bell to the diner rings, cold air marking its way into the warm dining area along with laughter. Dipper turns, seeing two young men of the same face sitting at a booth with others.

"Dipper, can you get the last group?" The manger asks as she puts on her scarf and hat.

"Yeah, you take it easy tonight Mary," he says, whipping his hands on his apron.

She chuckles softly, rubbing her tummy. "Don't worry about me, doll. This baby isn't coming for at least another 6 months. I wouldn't leave you alone until it comes. I really hope I get a strong baby boy. He'll be a ladies man just like his daddy," she hum softly, rocking back and forth.

Dipper laughs," well, then I call godfather." She smiles, giving him a thumbs up.

"Lockup, and go straight home after the trouble makers leave. Carls' in the back. Don't let them push you around ok string bean?" She says. "Remember, the killers are still out, call me once you get home, got it?" She says in a serious tone. "It'll be dark in a few hours."

"Yes sir," he jokes, saluting her as she leaves.

"Hay, we're ready to order," a girl jokingly waves her hand over to him.

Dipper blankly stares into the glass door, looking at the table of popular kids at his school. Then, his eyes lock with Will, and Bill. The two other twins at his school other then him and Mabel. Closing his eyes, he lets air fill his lungs. A fake smile pulls on his lips, then he turns; smiling as he struts over to the table.

"Hello, what can I get you all tonight?" He chirps, smiling at the group of teens.

He mindlessly wrote down their orders, ignoring their punches at him. Until he heard: "how 'bout you bending over the table taking it up the ass, with a glass of water," Bills smirks, arm wrapped around a girl's shoulder as the the group's obnoxious laughter bounces off the empty walls.

Dipper hold back a lump in his throat, and the heat in his cheeks. "Okay, one glass of water and a side of fries. And you?" He asks, pointing his pen at Will.

The kids snicker as the Will's face turns red for a brief moment before he smirks at Dipper. "You on your knees, sucking me off." He points a finger gun at Dipper with the teen's laughing.

"And an ice cream sundae. Great choice." he brushes it off, waking back to the kitchen. Carl helps him with the last orders before leaving. After the orders hit the table, Dipper watches from the kitchen with a close eye.

They pay, the leave, and Dipper takes a long, heavy sigh while rubbing the back of his neck. Turning the lights off, Dipper opens the door.

Cool air slaps him in the face. The calm, dark blue was perfect. Peaceful.

"Hey there," Bill coos, hands shoved into his pockets. Will's arm wrapped around his twin brother's shoulder.

*Two weeks after: still flashback*

Dipper softly moans into the crook of Bill's neck as his hips slowly move up and down with Bill's rough hands gripping Dipper's thighs. Will softly kisses Dipper's back while his hands gently roam Dipper's bare back.

"You're doing good," Bill hushes, moving the shaking boy up and back down.

Dipper whines, hands pulling on the blond locks and toes curling into the sheets.

"Bill," Will whines," when's my turn?" He pouts into Dipper's skin while kissing it, face red with embarrassment.

"Soon," Dipper says, turning his head around, reaching for Will's hair; pulling up into a kiss. Suddenly, Dipper gasps, bitting his lips as Bill bucks his hips. "Bill," he whines, lips pressing up against Will's chapped lips.

Bill pulls out only to adjust their positions. Dipper is now on his knees as Bill pounds into him.

"Slow down. You'll hurt him," Will says as Dipper sucks him off.

"Afraid he'll bite you?" The blond tease, smirking at his twin.

Dipper kisses the tip of the head of Will's dick." I won't bite you, I'll bite Bill— ah— S-so when it's your turn, be as rough as you wa–nt," he moans, gripping onto Will's thighs as Bill goes back to his faster pace.

"Hey baby, we up for the movies after this?" Bill changes his topic.

"I wanna see the new horror movie that came out," Will chimes in.

Dipper pushes his hair behind his ear, pulling up from Will. "The one with the witch?" Dipper asks, before going back down.

"No. The one with the serial killer. But I want to see that one too," Will says, hands running his fingers in Dipper's brown, curly locks.

"Let's buy tickets into one, and sneak into the other after," Bill chuckles, kissing Dipper's neck.

*A Month ago*

"Mabel, their not bad guys." Dipper slips on his jeans getting ready to head out with Will and Bill.

"I'm sorry Dipper. I'm just worried. The murders are happing a lot more recently, I'm scared for you. Remember Carl? He was hung by his toenails. His hair shoved down his throat with none of his organs!" Mabel says.

"Mabel, Ford has been teaching us how to fight since we were what? 8? And Stan as taught us how to scam our way out of almost any problem. Pulse I'll be with them," he says, slipping on his hoodie. "I'm sleeping over again," he says, not noticing a goofy smile pulling at his lips. He really did like them.

Her hand drags down her face as she groans. "I know you're super in love with them, but please be careful. Please, for me?" She asks, placing her hands on his shoulders.

"I promise," he says truthfully just before the doorbell rings. "Their here," he says walking out of their shared room. Mabel fallows close behind. Will is nice, she knows that. They've been in the same art and math classes for the past two year. But Bill, she's only had him in gym class her first year of high school— he's kinda a jerk.

She stares at them from the top of the stairs, watching them. She smiles at how they treat her brother. Kindly, their fingers run through his hair, gently, they hold him.

"Have fun guys," she says, waving them off. They wave back as the door closes.

"Dipper," Ford calls from the basement. "Can you get me a coffee, I'm so close to finding out the murders for the past two years," he calls.

Mabel sighs, already knowing Dipper set up the coffee on the table. "Coming uncle Ford," she yells, grabbing the mug.

Handing her uncle the coffee, he smiles." Where's Dipper?" He asks, taking a sip.

"Out with Bill and Will again. He's sleeping over," she says, leaning up against the wall. "So, who do you think the killers are?" She asks.

He sighs," it's someone experienced and creative. Every murder is different, yet similar to the last one. It's someone young. Probably early 20's to late teens. You and Dipper be careful. You got the kiddo? Let's not stress Stan out got it." He says.

"Yes sir."

*30 minutes ago*

Muffled screams came from the basement. Dipper's heart speed, legs shifting together as he sits alone in the Cipher household. A lump sits in as his name is called from the lower building.

"Dipper, can you come down here for a moment?" Bill asks loudly.

Taking a deep breath, Dipper pushes himself up from the couch, waking over to the stairs. Thunder surprises him for a moment as he takes a first step.

"You guys better be watching a horror movie down here, and not carving your names into someone's flesh," he jokingly says. But as he retches the bottom of the stairs, there, on a table was a teacher from his school. His math teacher. "What, what the hell is going on here?" He asks, placing a hand over his mouth at the smell of blood.

"Can you pass me that towel?" Bill calmly asks, blood covering his face.

"Bill, you're so lazy," Will says, carrying a cooler full of ice. "Dipper wasn't supposed to know until our two year anniversary," he whines, placing the box down. "Here, I'll get it." Will grabs the cloth, tossing it at Bill.

"What the hell is going on!?" Dipper yells, heart pounding against his chest. He stares at the man, cut and gagged.

Both twins give Dipper a dumbfounded look.

"Gutting?" Bill shrugs his shoulders.

"We'll sew him back after," says Will, placing a hand on Dipper's cheek. "You wanna help baby?" He asks, thumb running over Dipper's lower lips.

Dipper's eyes widen. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" He pulls away in a panic. Tripping as he steps backwards up the steps.

Bill puts down his knife. "Baby, calm down," he gently hushes. "You'll hurt yourself." He steps closer.

"Don't touch me," he whispers. "How can you do this? He's still awake, alive!" He screams, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Pinetree, we've been doing this for awhile now." Bill crouches down, lending a hand out to him.

"How long?" Dipper asks in a whimper, refusing to touch Bill or Will.

The twins share a look. "We started what, five years ago?" Will asks, giving his brother a look.

"Yeah, sounds right," Bill agrees.

"You were 12?!" Dipper screams, heart ponding with the thunder and lightning.

"Yeah," they said at the same time.

"That's sick!" He says with anger.

"Is it really?" Will leans forward, trapping Dipper's legs underneath his body weight, has s hands on top of Dipper's.

Dipper is speechless. He still loves both of them, but this, this was all too much. It wasn't right.

"We still love you," Bill says, moving closer.

The screams and thrashes of the older man behind them seemed to be forgotten as more fear takes over Dipper's body.

"Want to play a game?"

*Now. Flashback End*

Dipper opens his tear soaked eyes. Un-cupping his ears, the sound of a fist banging on the wood of the shed bounces of the walls. Suddenly, and axe cuts through the wood, causing a Dipper to scream.

"Pinetree," Bill coos," if you come out now, then it would make this all go away," he sang.

"Go away," he whispers as the axe pulls apart more and more of a way in.

"Baby, we won't hurt you," Will tries to comfort him. "Just come out," he says.

Finally, the boards are ripper from the walls, leaving a hole to the outside. There stood Bill and Will, covered in blood, drenched in water from the rain, their jeans mud smudged and ripped. Bill dropped the axe as the sets through the small hole.

Both kneel down, arms wrap around the frozen boy." Baby, you're freezing," Will says, stroking Dippers damp hair.

"Pinetree, why didn't you com out when asked?" Bill asks, kissing his cheek.

Dipper slumps into their grip. He loves them, but he's scared. "I'm scared," he whispers in their warm embrace.

"Let's go home, you'll freeze," Will says.

"Wanna take a bath with us? We can order pizza?" Bill gently offers.

Dipper nods. Gently, Bill lifts him up. His legs wrap around Bills waist, arms hung around his neck with eyes closed.

They walked back the Cipher household in the storm soaked. Will propped the axe up in the garage as Bill strips Dipper, to take a shower.

After they showered, Bill orders pizza while Will cuddles Dipper on the couch. They spent the night together.

The Cipher twins try to comfort their Pinetree. To make him feel loved and safe. They'd never hurt him, they'd kill for him.

The drugged the teacher before leaving, he's still tied down to the table. They want Dipper to help with this one.

Dipper feel asleep in their grasp. Softly snoozing against the warm bodies.

*

Pushing his body up, Dipper looks around the room. Both had gone from his side. Leaving the bedroom, Dipper wakes to the kitchen, finding the two cooking breakfast.

"Hey baby," Bill coos, kissing Dipper's forehead.

"Aw," Will whines, placing the plates down on the table." We wanted to give you breakfast in bed." He puffs out his cheeks.

Dipper chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around Will's waist. "Want me to go back to bed?" He teases.

"No. Then we wouldn't be able to see your legs," Bill says, pushing his chest up against Dipper's back, wrapping his arms around the two.

"Would you like to help us today?" Will asks.

Dipper pauses, a lump sitting in his throat. "You mean, killing him?" Dipper asks,clocking into Will's eyes.

"Only if you want too," the twins say in sync.

Taking a deep breath, Dipper kisses Will. Then, he turns to kiss Bill. "I'll be your little helper," he says, leanings his head to the side, onto Bill's chest.

"That gives me an idea for Christmas sex," Bill blurts out.

"Bill!" Dipper pulls away, face pink.

"I like that idea," Will agrees.

"Will!"

*

Dipper did it. He took the life of his teacher. And had sex in front of the dying body. Dipper found out that Will and Bill sell the origin to the black market in the next few towns over, that sells them to hospitals. Leaving he dead body out for all to see is just for fun.

First, they wear two sets of glove. Hair covered. After the they die, they freeze the body for an hour of so. Then they have fun with the doll.

Once Will and Bill graduated, they told Dipper that's they'd stop because they are moving to another two to go to university next year. And they want Dipper to come with them. Only being a year older, the two told him, they'd wait.

He'd go. And they'd make more dolls. It'll be fun.