Dipper p.o.v

It has been a week since I've seen my boss commit murder and I can't shake the sight of his empty eyes; the bloody rug.

"Pine tree. Office. Now."

I flinched setting down my glass I was cleaning. I entered his office closing his door.

"Sit" he lit his cigarette. "I'm going to be out for the day. So I need you to watch the bar while I'm gone."

I nodded listening.

"You should get your usual day drinkers. I'll be back before business starts booming." He put his cigarette out. "Understood?"

"Yes, sir." I nodded.

He smirked, "Good boy. Don't disappoint me like the rest of them."

I look at the clock to read it was passed 9:00 pm. The bar was packed and I waited for Bill to return. He didn't. I huffed pushing Bill out of my head.

"Excuse me boy." He lifted his drink in hand. Showing he needed a refill. I nodded doing just that.

I wiped down the last table looking back at the clock. To see 11:45pm.

Did something happened to Bill? There's no way. Right? The image of the man Bill shot last week popped up in my mind. I shook my head trying to lose the image quckily. No he's fine. He's a monster.

I guess I'll lock up and leave then? I shrugged grabbing my coat I hear the bell ring as the door opened. "Sorry we're closed."

"Yeah. That's right."

I turned to see a men in all black. A scar running down the side of his lip. Two men behind him stood. One of them lock the door closed and the other rolling down the blinds.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "All the money is in the drawer." I pointed to the drawer at the end of the counter. He chuckles.
"Kid, I'm not here for money. I'm here for Cipher."

Oh shit.

"I'm afraid he isn't here." I mumbled out. What shit has Bill got me into.

"Well that's a problem. Guess we should wait. Together."

I put my hand in my pockets looking at the floor. "Actually I'm going home. Bill should be back tomorrow." A dark chuckle filled the empty bar making me shiver.

"Sweetheart we aren't going anywhere." He sat his gun on the table taking a seat. "Pour us some drinks. Now." He smirked.

"No" I yelled back. Bill already walks all over me. Not letting anyone else. He picked up his gun; shooting behind me hitting bottles of alcohol. It shattered everywhere making me scream and fall to the floor holding my head.

"Pour. Us. A. Drink." He growled. Fuck! Of course Bill's friends are crazy as him. I get up quickly. I poured him a drink shaking. He smirked taking the glass. "Thank you sweetheart." I quickly turned to go back behind the counter but a hand wrapped around my wrist prevented me to do so. To no surprise it was the man with the scar across his grinning lips. "Sit. Drink with me."

"N-no I'm alright. Bill wouldn't like-"

"Fuck Bill! He isn't here! I'm the man here!" He growled. I flinched taking a seat next to him. I'm just going to do as he says. He's fucking crazy.

I looked back at the clock. I frowned.
"Where's this prick?" He gripped my wrist tightly.
"I-I'm sorry. I do not know where Bill is. He doesn't tell me anything." I whine as the grip on my wrist tighten.

"Tsk, you fucking whore. You know something. You're just not telling us." He snapped his fingers. "We'll just make you talk. Mess up this pretty body of yours."

Tears formed in my eyes. "Please. I'm telling the truth. If I knew where he was I'd already tell you!" I begged.

One of the men started to tie me down. I panic grabbing the bottle of liquor that sat on the table next to me, tossing it hard at the "boss". He groaned in pain. They rushed over to him. I ran to the door. Quckily unlocking it to be pulled away. He held a hand full of my hair. The "boss" stood up holding his bleeding head. "I'm going to kill you you fucking bitch."

"What do you want me to do with him boss?" He said holding onto my hair.

He held a fancy cloth to his forehead. "Take him back." I begged and cried. As he dragged me to Bill's office. The "boss" chuckled sitting in Bill's seat.

I was thrown to the floor. I tried getting up just for a boot to slam down onto my back making me gasp for air. "Bill has a nice office." He looked through the drawers.

"Don't." I gasped out.

He chuckled reading his papers while his feet were propped up onto Bill's desk. I laid on the floor with a boot still on my back not letting up.

"Alright. Let's have some fun now." He gets up. Making his way to me. "Lift him up." The men did as he was told. "This is for lying." He punched me hard causing me to yelp. He raised his fist again. "And this is for trying to escape." He cracked down on my nose. I cried as blood poured from my nose. I begged him to stop.

He chuckled pulling out his gun placing it to my temples. "Sure kid. I'll stop."

BANG

I flinched.

"Fuck! Cipher!" He moved his gun pointing behind me. He hit the floor before being able to shoot back. A long with the other two men. I cried turning around to see no other then Bill Cipher.

Never thought I'd be glad to see this man.

I held my bleeding and possibly broken nose.

"Jezz pine tree, I told you to watch after my business." He put his gun away.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled out. He walked passed the bodies coming closer to me. He held my face in his hand. Looking at me closely. Brushing a finger over my bruised eye. "Like I'd expected. You look hot all beat like this. Except the fact it was some other men other then me." He purred.

I take it back he's still fucked up. And I hate him. I glared softly. I was to exhausted and upset to give a damn. Not to mention my entire body ached. "Bill I'd like to go home. I'm ex-" a pair of lips cut me off. I was taken back.

He pushed his way in. His tongue touching every corner of the inside of my mouth. My cheeks turn a bright shade of red. I pushed on his bloody vest. He just pulled me closer. I slowly melted into the aggressive kiss. He tugged my hair pulling away leaving a trail of saliva. "Missed you today. Next time you'll come with me. I don't like when my things are touched." He growled pulling my hair again. "It pisses me off."

I'm not completely sure if he was talking about me or his business.

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Sorry this update isn't my best. It's like 2 in the morning.