Billy Cipher

Chapter 1: Mystery Shack

Two twelve year olds were sitting on beds in the attic of a worn-down, old shack. The twins were named Dipper and Mabel Pines and were staying at their Great Uncle's house for the summer.

Great Uncle Stanford or, Grunkle Stan as they liked to call him, had converted his house into a paranormal tourist trap. The knick knacks looked far from real but, surprisingly, many tourists visiting the "Mystery Shack" didn't notice.

Dipper and Mabel lived in the "Employees Only" section of the run down, wooden attraction. Their bedroom being in the attic.

Dipper sat on his side of the attic, his orange bed and wooden walls cluttered with papers and an evidence board, reading the trusty journal he'd found earlier this summer. This journal, though crude and worn, held all the secrets of the mysterious town. From gnomes to lepracorns, the book had them all or, most of them.

The paranoid, brunette would often spend his time studying the mysterious book, taking out a black light to scan its pages further. Notes were taken and strewn about his side of the room, joining the hundreds of papers already in the piles and hung up on the evidence board.

Mabel was the exact opposite of her twin. This fun-loving girl was very energetic, often times being found running around with her pet pig, Waddles, around the shack and gushing over boys that were way older than her.

The braces-toothed girl hung off the end of her bed, on her side of the room, her purple headband nearly falling out as her long, brown hair brushed the wooden floor. her tongue stuck out immaturely while her pig sat in front of her face. She smiled as the pink mass hopped onto the bed, and laid down on her shooting star sweater-covered torso.

Her side of the room was much cleaner. A pink bed sheet adorned her bed as boyband posters were hung up neatly on the wooden walls, hiding the splinters underneath.

Dipper sighed, fixing his blue and white pine tree hat, bored with his work. His navy blue vest made a shuffling sound as he fixed the sleeves of his orange, short-sleeved shirt and the legs of his tan shorts, rolling them up more as the already hot temperature increased.

"Mabel?" He started, sweating from the heat and pubescent voice cracking, "How about we go on a monster hunt? I'm hot and think that we should get outside." "Alright," Mabel replied in her high-pitched, nasally voice,"but, can I bring Waddles this time?" She asked, motioning towards the pig laying on her belly. "I think it's best if he stayed here, you wouldn't want another dinosaur making a lunch out of him!" The male twin commented, referencing an event that happened earlier that summer in which a pterodactyl picked up Mabel's beloved pig and flew away. They got him back, of coarse, but it still induced the fear of leaving your pet outside to Mabel.

Mabel shook her head and got up, gently pushing the pig off of her lap and onto her bed. Dipper stood as well and, just as fast as they got up, they were out the door and in the forest.