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Assistant: Title: The Night that Never Comes
        Author: PayPay PayPay 
        Chapter: 1/4 
        Summary: Slamming the book shut, Dipper tiredly looked around her surroundings at the quiet, empty library. A glance at her watch had her shoving her books into her bag and making her way out of the building. With a deep breath, the smell of rain and cloudy skies filled her senses as she walked back home.An eerie sense crept up her spine as she looked toward the dark shadows.
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


      
        
          
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  “We should go to the club.” 
 
  Grimacing, Dipper furrowed her brows to appear more focused on her laptop. Even more so when her twin crouched behind her laptop, where she could see her face staring, pleading. “No.”
 
  “Pwease?” Mabel brought her hands forward in a begging position. 
 
  “No.”
 
  “Pwetty Pwease Dippy?” 
 
  Dipper cast a glare over the screen. “Did you even finish your paper for your Literature class?”
 
  “...Sure did!” Mabel smiled innocently, a look Dipper knew all too well she didn’t do. Without waiting for an answer, the energetic twin jumped toward their closet. “Let’s go in 10 minutes tops!”
 
  “I didn’t even say that I wanted to go!” Dipper sighed, closing her laptop.
 
  The stress of papers being due in a short days was what consumed her mind while Mabel gushed to herself, fumbling with outfits in front of the mirror. Chewing the inside of her cheeks, Dipper compared the scene of the club: sweaty hot air, sweaty hot bodies, loud music, smell of booze, cigarettes, and weed. Or the apartment which they reside in; fresh cool air from the AC, quiet, spacious, books… She really didn’t feel like going. 
 
  Mabel hummed happily to herself, very much dim-witted. 
 
  She sighed loudly. Oh well, some alcohol should ease the incoming headache.
 
  “Not that dress.” She told Mabel, who was holding a formal black dress against her body.
 
  Mabel glanced at her in the mirror. “Why?”
 
  “Because that’s the dress I wear to interviews.” 
 
  “Well, this is some eyecatcher thing you got here Dip Dop.” Mabel waggling her eyebrows. “It gives off that lady panther aura.”
 
  Dipper rolled her eyes while Mabel put the black dress back in her side of the closet and pulled out a hot pink dress. “I think this will do. What will you wear?”
 
  A shirt, a jacket, and a pair of skinny jeans. Mabel cringed, knowing the answer. But she knows she can’t force her stoic sister to dress femininely. She tried countless times. Succeeded so much back in their teen years, but lately, nope.
 
  “Alright…” Dipper knew what her sister was thinking: social suicide.
 
  They left their apartment and went down toward the club. A line of people stood outside the door. Walking to the end of the line to wait for their turn, Dipper let a grunt of surprise as she got pulled by her sister to the beginning of the line. A blush blooming in her cheeks at the shout of protest from those waiting outside. “Hey Mabes-”
 
  “Hi Eightball!” Her sister greeted the doorman. The man wearing a tux with shades smiled at her before opening the door and gesturing for them to come inside. Dipper raised an eyebrow at the familiarity. Mabel glanced at her, leaned in to mutter, “Oh, we know each other.” Well, ain’t that obvious.
 
  “I’m pretty sure those people are watching us right now.”
 
  Mabel laughed and took them to the bar. Dipper was looking around the building, it never ceases to amaze her about the architect of the building itself. She sat herself down and ordered a margarita while her sister ordered a shot, which she downed in a second. “Well, I’m going to go see Pacifica. Do you want to come?”
 
  Dipper flashed her a look that Mabel laughed at. Oh, Pacifica never really liked Dipper. Before she disappeared into the large crowd, Dipper called out, “Be safe! I’ll be right here.” Mabel smiled at her, nodded, and then left. She could be truly gullible.
 
  Alone, Dipper brought out her phone and started going through her social apps. Feeling the alcohol in her system, she closed her eyes and tried to bring herself to feel relaxed at this club as she had before.
 
  “Hey! Bartender! Whiskey!” Came a shout from her right side. She felt a tap on her arm a minute later. She glanced at the person, and wow, it was a good-looking man; he was blond, with hair slicked back. He dressed pretty d@mn classy too- a matching yellow button up vest with a white long sleeved shirt underneath and black dress pants. Shiny black shoes, too. The only odd thing about him was that he was wearing an eyepatch.
 
  “Uh, hi?” She muttered with uncertainty. For all she knew, this guy could be getting the wrong person.
 
  The man grinned, “I noticed you’ve been sitting here for several minutes, while on that device.” He pointed toward her phone, “While you are surrounded by people and drinks. With loud music.”
 
  “What about it?”
 
  He gestured at the place with his arms, “AND you could be having some serious fun in this place. So why spend that time on your phone?”
 
  Shrugging, she said, “I’m not exactly a party-goer.”
 
  “Then why’d you come here?” The man asked, staring at her with his bright hazel colored eyes. 
 
  Dipper glanced at him, “Um, I think I don’t need to tell you that. Don’t you have someone waiting for you?” For someone that looked like him, there was someone that sure to be waiting for him.
 
  “Heh, you’re right.” Looking over his shoulder, as if to look for someone. “But it seems she’s dancing with someone new.” He shrugged, bringing an arm to smooth out the wrinkles on his vest.
 
  “Lover’s spat?” Dipper suggested. She sipped the sweet alcohol through the straw. Poor guy.
 
  He snorted, “As if I care what she does. Because at the end of the day, she’ll be whining to be back in my bed. Right now,I’m drinking to get tipsy annnd~” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows, “I’m talking to a pretty lady now, aren’t I”
 
  “You were talking to a pretty lady? Where is she?” Dipper looked both ways to spite him. She wasn’t taking the smooth talker seriously. Whatever issue he has, he was only looking for a young girl to spite the one he was currently with. 
 
  He chuckled, “Be prepared to be flustered, sweety, cause it’s you.”
 
  “Ha, thanks, I guess.” She smiled a little. It wasn’t every day that she got called pretty. But it didn’t stop the thoughts that he may be joking with her feelings. 
 
  “Are you always here anyway?” She asked, glancing up at him through her lashes. 
 
  “Hmm,” Stroking his chin with a grin, he replied, “I don’t think I need to be telling you that.”
 
  “Nope, for all you know, I could be a stalker.” 
 
  He laughed, “And for all you know, I could be a killer.”
 
  “In that case, let your girl deal with that.” She said, a small smile gracing her lips.
 
  “It takes a strong woman to handle that. Could it be that you are one?” He said casually. 
 
  “That sounded so corny!” she snickered, sipping more of her margarita. Her mind and body were buzzing with the alcohol, making her feel more relaxed than she normally was. 
 
  “What’s your name?” He asked, hazel eyes gleaming with enjoyment. 
 
  She shook her head, “Nuh uh, you tell me first.” Like hell she was going to give it away that easily.
 
  “Fine. I shall just call you Pine Tree.” He winked, looking at the zipper of her jacket, the shape of a pine tree.
 
  Shrugging, she said before cringing inwardly, “Then I’ll call you... The Yellow Man.” 
 
  He guffawed, “Insulted! But I understand. Although I think you could do better than that. How about this, we can make a deal.” The gleam in his eye glistened.
 
  A deal? She stared at him, masking the expression on her face. “What kind of deal?”
 
  “I give you my first name, you tell me yours. No last names included.” 
 
  That sounded okay to her; there was no need to exchange last names. Naturally suspicious, she wouldn’t let out that small piece of information about her. They would never meet again after this encounter, probably. “Sounds good to me. Shake on it?”
 
  “Right on!” He brought his right hand out in front of him, as well as she did, and shook on it. 
 
  “Hi there! I’m Bill. What about you, young lady?”
 
  “Hey, my name is Dipper.” Their smile mirrored each other. 
 
  “So~, care to dance?” He brought an arm out for her to wave her arm through. Dipper wondered if this was a good idea, seeing that before she didn’t really have the confidence to dance with someone, let alone with someone she just met. 
 
  She really did need the fun in her life, she replied, “Yes.” Just as she was going to put her arm through his, another voice rang out, “Bill!”
 
  They both stilled and looked in the direction of the caller. Bill's expression was stony. 
 
  Dipper looked over the newcomer, mouth opened in amazement. She was tall, hourglass figure, long, hot pink hair that matched her pink lipstick. She was very pretty, in her opinion. Although she had crooked teeth, it didn’t matter. The lady caught up to where they were, stumbling a bit, and hugged Bill. “Where were you? I’ve waited with Kryptos and Xanther. Boy, they’re getting really drunk!”
 
  “Is that so? I thought you were getting cozy with Teeth.” Bill said, looking down at her. Pyronica stared back at him, then at Dipper, who flushed. 
 
  “I’m not the only one who was cozying up... “ She murmured before flashing a small smile, “Hi, my name is Pyronica. You are?”
 
  Dipper inhaled before responding meekly, “Dipper.”
 
  “Weird name. I thought I saw you with a blonde girl just a while ago. D@mn you dressed fast.” Pyronica blinked at her while Bill raised an eyebrow at Dipper, who shrugged. 
 
  “You must have seen my sister.” 
 
  “Sister, eh?” Bill muttered, looking elsewhere. Awkwardness was filling the air between the three of them. Dipper was trying to think of a way to down that.
 
  “So Pyronica, what do you do?”
 
  The other girl flipped her hair over her shoulder, chuckling. “I do accounting all right. Right, Bill?” 
 
  Bill shot her a look Dipper couldn’t read, “Yeah. She does. Py, do you want to grab another drink and go to Teeth?”
 
  “Nope! You and I are due for a dance!” She looked coyly at Dipper, as if challenging her.
 
  “I guess I’ll see-” Dipper was cut off by another shout, louder than Pyronica, which caused heads to turn at the one responsible, Mabel.
 
  “DIPPER!” the owner of the name cringed while Bill looked over with an amused look.
 
  Her twin stumbled over to her with Pacifica holding her. Mabel was indeed drunk. Dipper sighed, wondering about how long they had been there now. Mabel looked over at Bill and Pyronica, “I didn’t realize Dipper made friends! Hi, my name is Mabel Pines! I hope my sister didn’t bore you to death.”
 
  Dipper frowned. 
 
  Bill’s eye gleamed, “Ah, so you are Dipper Pines?” He grinned down at her. She sent him a dry look.
 
  Pacifica looked over at Bill, “Ah, Bill Cipher. What a surprise to see you here.”
 
  His eye widened, “Golf course winner, Pacifica Northwest. I didn’t realize you were with these two.”
 
  “Cipher?” Dipper crossed her arms and looked at him. It was amusing to see that they just found out each other's last names in such a short time. Flitting his eye toward her, he winked. Or blinked. She couldn’t tell.
 
  Mabel looked between them, “Wow, Bill, you’re hot!” 
 
  Dipper blushed and shushed her sister, “Mabel! That’s rude!” Her sister was clearly inebriated. 
 
  Pacifica looked at her apologetically. “She had three shots. I think she has had enough of tonight.” Dipper nodded; the effects of alcohol left her when Pyronica came around.
 
  Dipper glanced at Bill, who was looking at her, “I've got to go, but… it was nice talking to you and you.” She nodded toward the pink-haired lady.
 
  Bill’s expression dropped for a moment before schooling his features with a look of a grin, “Now don’t go on stalking me on social media.”
 
  She snorted, “Didn’t want to.”
 
  He laughed, and warmth rose into her face. She nodded farewell to Pyronica, who didn’t see, dragging Bill away from the trio.
 
  “Bye new people!” Mabel shouted. She smiled at Dipper, “So sis, how did you manage to get a good-looking guy’s attention?”
 
  Even Pacifica grinned and winked, “The Class President at that!” 
 
  “It’s not that big of a deal!” She replied hotly, flustered at their words. “He was just some guy that popped up and started talking.”
 
  “Oh yeah? What did you two talk about?”
 
  “Nonsense.” A smile came out to her face as she remembered their conversation. Bill Cipher certainly was a fun person to talk to. “So he goes to school?”
 
  Pacifica nodded, “Yeah, he goes to the same college as you two.”
 
  “Huh. I don’t see him around at all.”
 
  The blond girl nodded, “Yeah, he always cooped up in his classes or with his friends.” Who were probably Pyronica, Teeth, Kryptos, and Xanther, who were mentioned. 
 
  She pursed her lips, recalling the troubled-looking situation that Bill seemed caught up in with the pink-haired woman. “So, Bill and Pyronica. They’re together?”
 
  Her sister began stumbling over her feet, Pacifica wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her stable, “Yeah, so I heard. Pyronica is currently getting into accounting. But Dipper,” She glanced at her, “You might want to steer clear of Bill and his friends. Pyronica is the easily jealous type.”
 
  Dipper snorted, “I wasn’t planning on anything with Bill. It just seems to me that they were having relationship trouble.”
 
  Rolling her eyes, Pacifica answered, “They both have relationship trouble with each other. I don’t even know why they’re together if they’re always doing something behind each other’s backs. Oh well, not my relationship.”
 
  Nodding in agreement, Dipper took hold of her sister as they reached the apartment. Bid Pacifica goodnight, they both walked to the elevator to get to their floor. Mabel fell out of the elevator the moment they got to their floor. “Oh my gosh, Mabel, are you really that drunk?”
 
  Mabel whined, “It must have kicked in when I started walking,.. You know, blood circulation...:”
 
  The brunette sighed, “I know. Drink some water when we get into the room.”
 
  Once settling back into the apartment, led Mabel back to her bed with a huff. Dipper pulled herself right back up to grab a couple of glasses of water to set on their nightstand. Eyeing the pile of clothes on top of Mabel’s bed, she decided her sister could deal with that in the morning. 
 
  Mabel was already asleep. Dipper grabbed her blanket and draped it over her before going to her bed, thinking about the events of that evening. Bill was a chipper sort of guy. He must be heavily involved in school. To think that they go to the same school! Despite herself, she smiled. Ignoring the flutters of her heart. She curled herself in and fell asleep.

  
  

    
      
        
        
          6/22/25: Oh my god. I started typing this story back in 08/2018. I was in a whole different place and time then. I had just gotten into Gravity Falls, got back into AO3, wanted to write a story, started writing with no storyline planned out and just thought "Oh I'm just going to write and update each time!" and made empty promises to myself and the readers that clicked on this story.Since then, I fell out of the fandom, got into new ones, was heavily into the Labyrinth and AOT fanfics. At the same time, I've gone through a lot in life; a car crash, got out of a relationship, work, covid ruined my lungs, work, family drama, work, family losses, and more work. Now I'm not saying I didn't write in between these years... Only for the other fandoms that were never posted. Just more planned out, unlike my Gravity Falls fics.Now I'm finally moving, so I started packing and wanted to put on a show that I've already watched for background noise: Gravity Falls. The hyperfixation! And then I came to see if there were any more stories to this fandom. I even came across my own fics and WOW. Yeah I can tell I was very inexperienced in writing. Still am, but hopefully a bit better.Anyways! Enjoy reading the little improvements and mistakes!'
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