@nachcodip
Dipper would be lying if he said he hadn’t been excited for this vacation. Really he had! Despite the lack of utter enthusiasm on his face as they entered yet another perfumed clothing store. Vacations were always fun, and they’d been to Portland a number of times and always had a blast. But the second day here was always spent as a shopping spree. Now he loved Mabel dearly, and his mother as well, but when it came to clothes and pretty things they tended to go overboard. Dippers father seemed to feel about the same as him on the subject, but he did a much better job to hide it.
Dipper groaned as Mabel held up another pair of pink sparkly shades and asked him if he liked them more than the last pair she got. “Ugh, Mabel you already bought like five pairs you don’t need anymore-” he started but was quickly interrupted with a “Yes but these are only three dollars, Dip! You can’t pass up prices like this, and what if I lose another pair or break one? You gotta plan ahead bro-bro!” She said, grinning from ear to ear as she turned to show there mom. Dipper had to admire her determination here, but he still wasn’t please. He had his arms folded over his chest and he scowled at a nearby rack of frilly lingerie. At least later he knew a favorite bookstore of his would be on there stopping list, so if he could just hold out for this long…
A hand on his shoulder stopped him from his thoughts and he looked up at his father, raising an eyebrow in question. “As much fun as you look like you’re having, why don’t you go on ahead down the road and we’ll catch up? I know your bookstore is a few places down and you’ll have a much better time there than I will be here.” He said, and Dipper snorted a bit at his last statement, enjoying the exasperated look on his face. “If you’re sure you can handle being alone with them while they get like this.” He said, laughing a bit as his father groaned and nodded. “Yes I’m sure- just don’t get side tracked to much on the way. We’ll come find you just keep your phone on you. Get out while you can.” He finished with a whisper, grimacing at the gaudy top his mother displayed for him and shaking his head. Dipper chuckled again and nodded, swinging on his heel and heading for the door quickly, so as not to be stopped by Mabel.
Once he was outside, despite the busy streets filled with people shopping, he felt immensely better. There was a new book out on conspiracy theories that he’d had his eyes on for awhile, and knew this particular book store always had special collectors editions of things like that. With luck there would be one left in stock. He put his hands in his pockets and headed in down the street, his head ducked slightly so the brim of his hat would keep the sun out of his eyes. Some alone time would be kind of nice, he thought to himself, and pushed the door of the old bookstore open, stepping inside.
Dipper entered the building with high hopes for getting that new book, pleased with the amount of pocket money he’d been given for summer break from working at a small pawn shop and was prepared to spend a decent amount here. However whenever he entered a man walking out shoved past him, bumping into his shoulder and knocking him sideways a bit with the force. “Hey!” Dipper scowled, turning to look back at the man and demand an apology but he was out the door quicker than lightning. He rolled his eyes and decided the asshole wasn’t worth his time, heading to the back shelves and locating what he wanted almost immediately.
When he saw the book- that special addition in all its glory- his expression fell, eyes falling on the price and he grimaced. Geez. Well that was definitely going to put quite a dent in his savings…ahh but it was so worth it right?? Right? He sighed and fumbled in his jacket pocket for his wallet, seeing how many bills he had with him when he realized there was a distinct lack of…anything in his pockets. He checked the other one frantically, feeling a lump form in his throat as the horror set in. His wallet was gone. His wallet that held all of his money and personal information was gone- but he knew he’d had it when he walked in here! Dipper wheeled around and scanned the floor where he’d walked, seeing nothing but a couple pieces of trash before the situation dawned on him and his jaw fell open for a moment in shock.
He’d been pick pocketed! That bastard- no wonder he’d ran away so quickly! Dipper took to the door at a run and burst out onto the street, looking left and right before deciding the man wasn’t hiding in the crowd and scowled, turning a corner that lead to an alley behind the shops. He stopped, about to turn and head back onto the street because going down a shady alleyway alone was a risky move, but once a saw a figure with its back turned he paused. Oh yeah that was him. He’d only gotten a small glimpse but he recognized the shoes the man had on. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He accused immediately, taking a step forward and putting his hands on his hips. “I’m pretty sure you have something that doesn’t belong to you.”
Bill looks back and freezes before shoving the money in his pockets. He drops the wallet, sprinting out the alley. His heart was racing.
Bill doesn’t make it more than a block before collapses in exhaustion. He pouts and tries to get up.
Dippers jaw dropped as the other stuffed the money and took off running. He briefly stopped to pick up the wallet, pocketing it before taking off after the man. “Hey! Stop! Get back here!” He cried, tailing after him and almost tripping when the other stopped, skidding to a halt and glared down at him.
“What the hell man!? Give me my money back!” He yelled, getting his phone out of his pocket and fumbling for a minute. “I- I’ll call the cops!” He threatened, wincing as his voice cracked.
“No! Don’t! I’ll go to jail if you do!” Bill pulls out the money and shoves it and Dipper. “Please don’t call them…”
Bill was shaking in fear as he falls back to the floor panting, holding his growling stomach.
Dipper wrinkled his nose in disgust as the money was shoved at him, taking it and putting it in his pocket, slipping his phone in there as well. “Jails the point. I should still call..” He said offhand, looking to the side before back to the man. He looked kind of pathetic…scared definitely. It tugged at Dippers sympathetic side and he groaned.
“Why’d you take it anyways? What did you think was going to happen when someone caught you? Ugh- it’s people like you who-” he paused, squinting at the other for a minute and quirking an eyebrow. “Hang on, have I met you before? Something about you seems familiar.”
Bill starts panicking, fearing that it was one of his rapes, coming back to rape him again. He back up until his back hits a wall. “Please don’t hurt. I’ll give everything I have!” He throws what ever money he had left at Dipper.
His heart rate increased as fear coursed through his body. Tears formed in his eyes. He curls up into a ball. “Please don’t hurt me.”
