Dipper's Pov

I helped Grunkle Stan restock the shelves with Mabel. I stared at (y/n). She seems familiar to someone, but I just can't figure out what. She was just standing near that tree, not moving a single inch. Gosh, that's creepy.

"What's up with you, bro-bro?" Mabel peeped, wearing a pair of heart-shaped glasses. That's my sister, alright. "You've been looking at (y/n) since you met her." She raked at (y/n), who didn't noticed us.

"It's just..there's something familiar about her, but I just can't  figure out what." I stared at her with discern eyes.

"Oh, you Dipping-sauce!" Hate that name. "You're just a little confused. Y'know, you should work on your trust issues. Don't judge people." She nudged me in the gut, making me the 'oof' sound. "Consenting and disputing are two different things!"

"I'm not judging people! Just look at her! What do you see?" I indicated to (y/n) who spotted us and creased an innocent grin, waving.

Mabel waved back, but I didn't. "All I see is a girl who's very polite and innocent, and a brother of mine who's been judging people by their looks." She teased, narrowing her eyes at me. "You're not good at doubting people, you know."

"Ugh, Mabel! I'm telling you! There's something begind that grin of hers!" I freaked as I hopped off the stool I was sitting on to reach the shelves, you know what I mean? I paced back and forth as I tried to sort things out. "It's just so weird! Eyes are in splits! Loves the color yellow! And has an incredibly weird hat!"

"Weird hat? Well, someone has never seen themselves in the mirror." Mabel rolled her eyes as she waved her feef back and forth, "you're the one with the weird hat, bro-bro."

"And you're the one with the weird sweater," I folded my arms as I countered back in a snap.

"Hey, how about we chat with her again? Maybe that would change your reputation." Mabel implied, grinning. "Plus, she can stay in the shack if she wants!" She grabbed me by collar and dragged me outside to (y/n)

"Mabel, are you kidding me?!" I whispered as she pushed me to (y/n).

I bumped into her, our hairs were tounching and I blushed. Why am I blushing?!

Your Pov

"H-Hello? Is there something wrong?" I didn't mind doing that. It was just an accident anyways, where's the harm in that?

'Ooh, there's some romance going on!' Will! Pine Tree got off me, and rubbed his nape, still all red. Why do these mortals keep on bothering me anyway?

"My judgemental brother here thinks you're evil!" Shooting Star said, gesturing to her brother.

I gulped. Well, that is true. I am evil, the fact that I'm a Cipher that is..

"And I'm here to prove that he's wrong!" Shooting Star sticked her tounge out to Pine Tree, "why don't you come with us to the shack, maybe we could hang out!"

Before I got the chance to answer, she dragged me inside so quickly.

(The boy from outside watched (y/n) being dragged in by the Pines twins, he haunched. "Whoops, I should've warned her about that. This is going to be bad," he glided down and flied to the shack's window to watch over (y/n). He was invisible.)

"This is Wendy and Soos!" Mabel introduced to a redhead and a hairless guy, who barely had hair.

Ice Bag? Question Mark? I've got a feeling that this is bad and ominous. Really. Be-friending with mortals and especially my dad's mortal enemies? That's bad enough than Will ignoring and angering dad everyday.

"'Sup?" Ice Bag bobbed her head slightly, going back to reading her magazine as she drapped her crossed-legs on the counter's desk.

"What up, homie?" Question Mark raised his hand or sometning.

I cocked an eyebrow, "hey, don't leave me hangin'." He added. I'm still confused.

I stared my hand, what was I supposed to do? Mortal things are so hard. Of course I've known everything in the universe, speaking it's absolute length, width and height. But i don't know anything about what he's trying to do.

"Why? Haven't you heard of a high-five?" Pine Tree queried, cocking a brow.

"Uhm, what's a high-five?"

Ice Bag scoffed, "you have major weirdness, kid." She didn't bother making eye-contact. She still had her eyes locked onto her magazine.

Kid? I'm not a kid! I'm a thousand years old. This reminds me of Will and dad saying that I'm so young. Dad's a trillion years old, existed before time and this universe! And why a kid? Will has the exact age as me, only a minute old than the time he was created!

"Okay," I plained a weird face.

"Kids, has anyone see the remote? I can't find it." Stanley walked in and spotted me, "who's this? Another one of your girl friends, Mabel?"

"(Y/n), this is Grunkle Stan. Grunkle Stan, this is (y/n)."

I heard from dad that something's up about Stanley Pines, back thirty years ago. But I'm actually meeting him in person and making friends with his relatives. Okay, I'm going too far, am I?

"Grunkle Stan, can (y/n) stay with us today?" Shooting Star started.

Stanley just shrugged, "eh, sure whatever, sweetie. Soos, find me the remote!" He demanded to Question Mark, who saluted.

"Yes, Mr. Pines, sir!" He rummaged across the room, Stanley didn't care whether if he made a mess. Guess that remote biz was a lot more essential to him.

"(Y/n), let's go!" Mabel dragged me upstairs. What's up with mortals dragging me today?

I was brought to a room, there was triangular window. It reminded me of dad and Will's locket's emblem. "this is Dipper and I's room. And this is Waddles!" Shooting Star gestured to a pig.

It oinked, meandering towards me. But I threatened him by giving him a hone-y glare with my eyes turning glowing yellow, commiting him to shriek and dash under Shooting Star's bed. The twins didn't seem to notice. Therefore, I was thoroughly safe.

Ugh, stupid pigs. So dirty and they always run around to make a mess of everything. Making their oinks, rolling in dirt, acting cute. You don't know what's behind their cubby little faces.

"I wonder what's up with him?" Shooting Star peeked under bed to see her frightened pet. "He never runs way from anyone."

"Nah, I'm sure he's fine." Pine Tree rolled his eyes anyway, "and besides, he's just a pig." He hopped on his bed and snagged out a book beneath it.

The book sure was familiar. Isn't that Journal Three? Oh no, well, that can't be! Dad's been finding that book for years! And this kid has it this whole time? I have to get that book and retrieve it back to my father so he can burn it.

Wait, why can't I just burn it myself? But..why do I feel like that's the wrong thing to do?

"Whatcha doin' there, (y/n)? Drooling over Dipper's book or something?" Shooting Star joked, trying her best to get her pig out of her bed. "Don't read that! It'll make you crazh! And you'll be creepy, just like Dipper!"

"Hey!"

How could I be creepy if I'm already am? Basically, starting with my grin, eyes, outfit, personality and mostly my likes. It's all coming from mh dad, which is by the wah creepier than ever. No offense.

"So, that journal of yours." You crawled up to Dipper, with your faces inches away. But you didn't care, that's normal, right? "It seems familiar. Where did you get that?" Maybe I could trick him and get that journal. Let my dad destroy it and finally rule all reality and existence.

Pine Tree was all red, but his eyes widen. "No-Nowhere! Just an old book I've borrowed from the library!" He sheepishly countered back, "nothing special about it!"

I cocked an eyebrow. He's hiding something alright. I tried reading his mind, but Shooting Star stopped me by handing out a sock with fake goggly eyes. "Hey there, (y/n). Why don't you play puppets wuth me?" She wore the sock puppet or something.

I  did as well and stared at it with discerned eyes as I got off Pine Tree. I sat on a lotus position on the floor as Pine Tree sighed in relief. Puppets? I thought it was like a minion or something.

I flailed the puppet around, discovering of how to do this. "Hi  I'm Mr. Jiggles! Please to meet you, (y/n)!" Mabel mimicled a man's voice as she wiggles the puppet and its jaw.

I giggled in laughter. Wow, that's first time I've giggled of something besides pain. Pain is hilarious, coming from my dad. Who is the almighty Bill Cipher that is.

"Uhm, pleased to meet you too, Mr. Jiggles! I'm Ms. Wriggles!" I bobbed the puppet up and down as I giggled.

Mabel giggled as well, "can you two play somewhere else?" Dipper interrupted the moment. He kept reading his journal even though he had read it like a million times already. He didn't bother taking a single glance at me or Mabel. "I'm trying to read here."

"You're doing what in the where?" I joked.

"Sorry, (y/n). Dipper's pretty bossy," Mabel joked as well.

"Am I even gonna ask what you two are playing about?" Dipper rolled his eyes, but it got me confused. I don't get it.

"So (y/n), can you tell us about your parents?" Mabel started, prompting my eyes to widen as Dipper looked up and seemed bothered by that question.

"P-Parents?"

I tried making the best excuse, "w-well, you see.. I live in the forest with my dad. We both live alone. We never liked visitors," I claimed, trying my best to deceive them and act genuine.

"How about your mom?" Here Mabel comes.

"M-My mom? Y-Yeah, sure!" You laughed sheepishly, "of course I have a mom. Although, she died when I was born." Truly, never really had a mother. Dad created me and Will with his powers. I know it sounds creepy, weird, confusing or mysterious, bug I was created to cause destruction and chaos.

Sadden looks plastered on the twins' faces, "oh, how awful." Mabel bit her lip with a despondent loom.

Dipper then asked, "how does your dad feel about this?"

"H-He doesn't want to talk about it." But seriously, Bill doesn't really like talking about how he created me. It's so weird, so yeah. Understand.

"So when can we meet your dad?" Dipper queried, making me click my throat in shock.

"Kh.." I clicked my throat in shock. These are really troubling me! If they met my dad, then pretty sure dad's going to zap them to death about an instead.

"No! He's too busy at work!" I alarmed, he really is busy. Busy in ruining people's dreams and making deals.

"And what's the name of your dad?" Dipper lengthened my level of anxiety. Gosh, you're killing me!

"Err, uhm.. it's, uhh, well.. complicated..?" They quirked an eyebrow, but you gave up and cried out. "Billy! My dad's name is Billy (l/n)! Yep, that's his name. Hehe." You were trembling and sweating, they didn't noticed.

'Gosh, this is too fun to watch.' And here was my brother's annoying voice.

"Oh, Billy (l/n)!" Mabel plastered an acquainted look. Is someone named Billy (l/n) here in Gravity Falls or Oregon? "Yeah, never heard of him." Her face disappeared as you sweatdropped in relief.

"Billy, huh? Kinda familiar with one person I've known." Dipper tapped his chin, making your eyes widen. "Nah, there's a lot of people who has names like that." You sighed silently in relief.

Thank god.

Stay tuned! And you guys already know who's that mysterious boy is, right? Will Cipher? Oh and this Will is mot Bill's reverse version but his son. He looks like this. (On the picture below.)