Chapter 1- Analysis

3rd Person

"Hello, I'm Dipper Pines."

"And I'm Bill Cipher, get on with it, I don't have much time."

Yellow and brown hair facing each other, only a single, lone desk dividing the two.

Dipper hesitated.

He could tell this guy already didn't like him.

"I came here for a job-"

"Of course you came here for a job, why else would you be here? Why else would I be here? Get to the point, boy."

Yikes

This guy was the definition of hell.

"Erm...... sir Cipher...... may I have a job here as one of the workers?" Dipper bowed his head low, his hands sweating heavily while he stared at his lap.

After a few minutes of silence, Dipper looked up at Mr. Cipher to see the older man staring down at him with his one eye, his other one covered by his thick, long, gold hair.

"That's the yellowest hair I've ever seen......" absentmindedly, Dippers hand traveled over the desk towards Bill's hair.

Bill quickly grabbed the youngsters wrist with his gloved hand. A look of annoyance appeared on Bill's face as he looked at Dipper with a bored expression. After looking into Bill's unusual, yellow eyes, Dipper awoke from his trance and tried pulling his hand away but Bill had a firm grip on it.

"I think we are done here." Bill threw Dippers hand away from his hair and stood up, grabbing his briefcase.

"You wasted my time...... you bored me to death." Bill looked over his shoulder after opening the door, his left yellow eye seeming to stair into Dipper's soul.

"Please! I beg of you! Let me have this job!" Dipper cried, falling to his knees, bowing.

Bill sighed, annoyed."Fine, stop graveling and get to work, you start today."

Dipper looked up in surprise."T-today?"

"Right now." Bill replied, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.
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Dipper's POV

"He seems odd." Mable, my twin sister said, pouring a glass of water for me.

"Yeah...... he's possibly the weariest boss ever....... with his yellow, cat like eye and the monotone voice, not to mention his occupation, I mean, a hypnotist who takes care of criminals and Asylum patients? Yikes. I can tell that I should never get on his bad side." I shivered, taking the glass from my sister who handed me the glass.

"But it pays well, right?" Mable asked worriedly.

Sighing tiredly, I said,"It pays great, $18 a hour......"

"Then cheer up! With both mine and your salaries, we should have enough to pay for Uncle Stan's hospital bills." Mable said., hitting me playfully on the shoulder.

Our Great Uncle, Ford, has been in a coma for 6 months now and Great Uncle Ford's twin, the one who has been taking care of us, Mable and I, since our parents abandoned us was Uncle Stan.

Uncle Stan was never the best Uncle, always drinking, bringing women over and hardly going to work but, he cared for us a lot. Probably more than our parents did.

After Great Uncle Ford fell into a coma, no one knows what caused it, Uncle Stan has been working a lot more to help pay for Great Uncle Ford's hospital bills but, Uncle Stan must have been over working himself as he had a heart attack on his drive back home and ended in a bad car wreck. That happened a few days ago and the doctors say he'll be in the hospital a long while and after he's released, he's going to a nursing home.

Since Mable and I are legal adults, capable of jobs, he's being put in a Nursing Home. For now, Mable and I have to pay for both Great Uncle Ford's hospital bills and Uncle Stan's and on top of that, taking care of ourselves.

Sighing again, I chugged the rest of the water and stood up.

"I'm going for a run."
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Those yellow eyes, and yellow hair, they were a bit overwhelming.

Looking to my right, I saw the small pond with the fountain in the center. The fountain was always my favorite, it wasn't of a person but of an animal.

Multiple of them, in fact.

They were butterflies.

Distracted by the butterflies, I tripped over someone's foot and fell flat on my face.

"Watch it." A grumbly voice said.

Looking up at them, I nervously laughed."Sorry!"

Standing back up, I walked over to a bench under the oldest tree, said to be 100 years old. Sitting down and pulling my knee up to my face, I inspected the scratch that was gushing blood.

"D*mnit......" Muttering and searching through my pockets to find no bandaids, I let out a sigh.

"You need to watch where you're going,

Pinetree."

Looking to my left, there was Bill Cipher and his chilling yellow eyes.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you like my little nickname for you, pet?" He asked, grinning evilly.

An eerie chill went down my spine and my body shook.

"Pet?........."

"Ah, yes, I didn't explain, did I? I call all my employees pets, since you all listen to what I say. Well, you have to if you want to get paid." He laughed darkly.

"Anyways, you should really patch that up. Here, I'll do it for you." Bill took out disinfectant and a bandage from his yellow coat pocket.

'This is a little scary, he's way nicer than he was earlier. But he's also more scary too......'

Bill sprayed the wound and I hiss in pain, gripping onto the bench.

Bill chuckled and looked up at me with his yellow cat eye."Sorry if it stings...... If I was rude earlier, I apologize. Being the owner of a company where there are thousands needing your help is stressful." He put the bandage on my wound, standing up and looking down at me.

"Though, I do wish I had a partner." As he said this, he leaned in close to my face and I backed away, looking for a way out of this situation.

Sighing, he pulled away."Anyways, see ya later, Pinetree." Bill turned and walked away, waving at me.

"It's Dipper! Not Pinetree!" I called.

"Whatever you say, Pinetree!" He called back, causing me to laugh and playfully roll my eyes.

'Hmmm..... maybe I was wrong about Bill, he's not that bad of a guy.....' turning, I limped back towards my house.
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Bill's POV

I paused, stopping in my tracks.

Looking down at my hand, I saw Pinetree's blood on my hand.

Pulling my hand up to my nose, I smelled the blood, smiling wickedly.

Licking the blood off my hand, I licked my lips."His blood is sweet." I laughed hysterically, causing others to stop and stare at me but I didn't mind.

'Okay Pinetree, let's play a game, were I see how long it takes for me to get you alone. Of course, it won't be long, I always get what I want.

And I want you.'