Jan 3, 2019
@bipper-billdipper (cont)
“NO IT’S NOT. YOU DON’T HAVE A BODY, REMEMBER? NOT YET, ANYWAY. JUST GET RID OF THE PUPPET AND THE BOOK AND EVERYTHING WILL FALL INTO PLACE. OR MAYBE YOU NEED SOME HELP WITH THAT?”
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@bipper-billdipper (cont)
“NO IT’S NOT. YOU DON’T HAVE A BODY, REMEMBER? NOT YET, ANYWAY. JUST GET RID OF THE PUPPET AND THE BOOK AND EVERYTHING WILL FALL INTO PLACE. OR MAYBE YOU NEED SOME HELP WITH THAT?”
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“I had a bad dream...” Bipper muttered softly, voice quivering and face pale like he’d just seen a ghost. It was way past his bedtime, meaning he’d been out for a while before he woke up in this state to trot over to Ford. He had tears at the corners of his eyes and was sniffling. Worst of all, his lower lip was stuck in the type of pout one put on to keep themselves from crying hard, “C-Can I stay up with you?” He asked, voice breaking with every word.
Ford glances at the clock. It’s nearing four AM, he should really be trying to sleep himself at this hour... but he can’t turn away from a crying child.
“You can stay up with me,” he agrees with a soft smile, and he pats his lap. “Do you want up? I can show you what I was working on.”
“Grunkle Ford? How come you and my dad keep arguing?” His big eyes blinked twice, open wide as he tilted his head. A little pout was present on his lip and his brows were curved down, indicating a look of both sadness and confusion, “You argue so loud...”
“Well you see, Bipper.”
“It’s that your father is evil.”
A Rotten Babysitter - Robbiewithhisrottenplan and Bipper-billdipper.
@bipper-billdipper
Robbie Rotten stood on the platform to the Lazytown train station, looking uncomfortably down at the strange little boy whom Stan Pines had just dropped off. The old conman had talked Robbie into babysitting for a little while (the villain still wasn’t sure how that happened), despite the fact that he was none-too-fond of children.
Stan, of course, had only stuck around long enough to hand the kid and his luggage over to Robbie before disappearing back into the train to return to Gravity Falls. Now Robbie was stuck with this munchkin until Pines came back for him.
He stood awkwardly, not knowing what he should say. He didn’t think it would be a good idea to upset the person he would have to live with, but he didn’t have a lot of practice in being nice.
“Just so you know, I’m not used to sharing my home with anyone.” He informed the child. “I like quiet. If you get too noisy, I’m kicking you out of the house to be with the other noisy people. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night, I’ll make you go have a sleep-over, got it?”
@bipper-billdipper
Fissures in the VEILS of universes weren't all that uncommon, not REALLY, they formed and disappeared like the moon waxed and waned. What was rare, though, was the chance that they lead to an INTERESTING universe. Nevertheless, it was worth a look if only to waste some time while WAITING for Ford to slip up, for that particular universe to be HIS.
This one didn't seem all that different if he was entirely honest, Gravity Falls seemed EXACTLY the same, even the shack was nestled in its HIDEAWAY in the woods. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd find Ford inside or perhaps even this Universes Pine Tree would be BUSYING himself somewhere. The familiar, yet somehow STRANGE energy he felt as he wandered his way into the shack gave him a completely DIFFERENT idea. There was a copy of himself somewhere in these walls, the RESONANCE of energy was impossible to miss and the trail was all too easy to follow. He certainly wasn't expecting it to end at a being that almost resembled Dipper, were it not for those all too familiar eyes.
❝Here I am thinking this will be a BORING universe! If I know me, and I DO, you're possessing Pine Tree to get the journal, RIGHT? I can give you some TIPS, if you're willing to answer some of my QUESTIONS about your universe here.❞
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It was just after school when Bipper came in through the back door, rather than the front so as to avoid anyone seeing him. He had a swollen lip and a purple mark under his eye, clearly not from his own doing, along with dirty and slightly ripped clothes. He rushed inside, past Stan asleep on his chair and started for his room upstairs, hoping no one saw the sad state he was in.
This had been one of the rare moments in which Ford had been upstairs. He had been in the kitchen, getting himself a glass of water, when he heard someone enter. Ford supposed he should go see who it was.
“Er– Hey kiddo. Everything okay?”
@bipper-billdipper (continued from here)
— —★ Stan sighed, p i n c h i n g his nose. Honestly, what was it with these kids and Ford being so s t u b b o r n? He could tell the kid to sit down all he wanted, but he knew the way that would be most e f f e c t i v e, “Look kid, I appreciate that you want to help out an’ all, but you aren’t a n y use to me when you’re going to be sneezing and d r i p p i n g snot on everything. Just take the day o f f, alright?”
Bipper was just walking into town to have a look. Study some people. He'd been doing it for weeks now, trying to figure out what a normal human was supposed to act like. Eventually, he became distracted by a shop filled with moving trains and stopped right in his tracks (no pun intended) to look inside. He caught sight of a young woman on the other side of the glass, looking at him and he scoffed, figuring it was just his scars she was gawking at, so he began to walk away.
Pacifica found herself staring at the young man on the other side of the glass who kinda reminded her of Dipper looks wise, but also a completely different vibe of someone else at the same time. She quickly finished her time in the shop and then walked up to him and said excitedly, “Hey wait up guy who kinda looks like a friend of mine! What’s your name?”
Catching up to him she faked slapped her own face, “where are my manners? Hiyah, I’m Pacifica, Pacifica Southeast pleasure to meet you…?” She said waiting for him to finish the sentence.