Requested by: Nobody in particular… unless you count me

Written by: Shademoon :3

Characters: Bill, Dipper, Mabel, Stan, Ford

Genre: Family, Humor

Ship: None in particular. You see the ships you think you see

AU: My personal AU :3

Rating: K (Yup, that's right. It's rated K. IT'S GOOD ALRIGHT?)

LETS BEGIN.

"INVADER!" shrieked a flash of gold as it toppled over an unsuspecting, brown-haired boy. Narrowed gold-specked blue eyes met terrified brown eyes. Before the boy could utter a sound, he was gagged… with a sock.

The gold flash was actually a golden-haired boy about the same age as the other one. He wore a gold suit, black pants, and of course, a top hat and a bow tie. His name was Bill Cipher.

The other one wore a red shirt with a dark blue vest over it, shorts, and a blue-and-white hat with a pine tree on the front. His name was Dipper Pines. And he was caught in the midst of a pillow war.

It started with a little disagreement between Bill and Mabel, Dipper's twin sister, about who got the last of the hot chocolate. Who knew they liked hot chocolate enough to start a war over it?

Bill had just finished tying up Dipper. He dragged him out of the hallway and into the living room. There was a blanket tent set up behind the rickety old chair that Stan, Dipper and Mabel's great uncle, sat in.

Bill dragged him in and sort of shoved him behind the dinosaur(?) skull that was next to the chair. Dipper winced as the bone dug into his side. May as well make the best of things he thought, shifting around until he got as comfortable as he could get.

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A young girl with long brown hair and a headband paced around an ever so slightly messy room. She wore a look of concentration. This girl was Mabel. And as said before, she was Dipper's twin sister.

She was figuring out how she would get to that hot chocolate. It was the middle of winter and she was cold even in her sweaters. A cup of hot chocolate was the cure. She turned to her pet pig, Waddles, who was sitting on her bed.

"Waddles, what should we do?" Mabel asked the pig. Waddles tipped his head and oinked in reply.

"You're right!" she exclaimed, grinning. She just might have found a way to get the hot chocolate.

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Bill stared thoughtfully at Dipper. He was trying to come up with an idea using Dipper to get the hot chocolate. Dipper just glared back with all the annoyance in the world. There was a little glint of anger in his eyes too. Bill just ignored him.

I wonder if I could use him for a ransom… he mused silently. He decided to wander around to help him think a little bit. The kitchen was blocked off, so there was no point in stealing the hot chocolate. He got up and wandered off in a random direction, making sure to be quiet. He slunk around for a few minutes until he found himself in the gift shop.

There were a few tourists browsing the items on the shelves and a bored-looking red-haired teen leaned back in the chair behind the check out counter. Her name was Wendy. Bill snuck past her, or tried to for that matter. He tripped over a rock on the wooden flooring, which alerted Wendy someone was there. Bill glared at the rock and wondered how that big of a rock got in the building. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wendy peering over the counter.

"Whoa, you alright?" she asked him.

"Yes, I'm fine." Bill huffed, picking himself up. He shivered slightly when the door to the gift shop opened, a gust of cold winter air blowing in.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked indignantly.

"You've only been human for about four to five months."

Bill gave her a sharp look of annoyance. She just shrugged. He gave a small glare and walked off.

Bill wandered for another few minutes before he found himself in front of the barricaded kitchen. There was a sign on the barricade of wood that read "STAY OUT AND AWAY".

He slunk back to his blanket tent to check his pillow supply. Just in case. He settled down inside the tent and began counting the pillows stashed underneath the chair.

"1..2..3.." he muttered to himself. Bill contemplated on what to do with Dipper while counting.

I could always stuff him inside a pillow somehow and hide him until Shooting Star agrees to let me have the hot chocolate. Or… His thoughts trailed off to his original idea. Use Dipper for a ransom. Dipper for the hot chocolate. Bill grinned. Perfect. Now all he needed to do was to plan a meeting…

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Mabel already had the whole thing planned out. She'd have Gompers take a note down to Bill for a meeting. Then she'd distract Bill while Waddles broke into the kitchen and got the hot chocolate. It was foolproof! Probably. Okay, maybe not. But still, it could work.

Mabel took her notebook and a pencil and scribbled hurriedly on the paper. She ripped it out, rolled it up and tied it with a piece of multicolored yellow and pink yarn. It was expensive (in her terms of money), so it took a lot for her to trust Gompers with it. Especially since Gompers seemed to like to eat this specific yarn. Gompers was eying the yarn hungrily, which was proof enough he wanted to eat it.

His eyes were like tiny mouths, eternally screaming and it sometimes creeped Mabel out. Especially when she stared at them for hours on end.

Gompers let out a small bleat. Mabel jumped and turned around slowly. This was the last of her multicolored yarn too. She gave the goat a stern look.

"Do not eat the yarn." she told him just as sternly, handing over the note. Gompers picked it up and scampered away, hooves skittering on the creaky wooden floor. Mabel settled down on her bed next to Waddles.

"Think it will work?" she asked him. He gave her a small snort in reply.

"We'll just have to see."

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Bill was surprised when he found a piece of paper wrapped with half chewed yellow and pink yarn.

This must be from Shooting Star, he thought, inspecting the loose knot that was tied with the yarn. He pulled the strings apart and opened the paper.

"Meeting. Hallway. 5:00." he read. A satisfied grin spread across his face. He didn't do anything yet, and his plan was already falling into place. Of course, he would have to hear out what Mabel had to say before presenting his prisoner.

Bill checked a nearby clock. 4:50. He didn't have much time to prepare, so he had to start now. He examined the few pillows scattered on the floor. He hurriedly picked them up and hid them in his 'base', making sure they were out of sight. He glanced at Dipper who gave him a slightly exasperated look that asked "What is going on now?" Bill returned a look that said "You'll see."

He pulled Dipper from behind the dinosaur skull and hid him underneath a pile of pillows. Dipper glared at him from underneath a suspiciously stained pillow. Bill just shrugged and sat quietly on the blue striped chair, waiting for Mabel to come and start the meeting. His gold speckled blue eyes were trained on the hall doorway.

Strangely enough, she never came. Curious as to why she didn't come, Bill got up and walked towards the hall. Just as he looked up the stairs, he was hit straight in the face with a pillow. Then another. He ducked back into the living room.

It was a trap! He thought, hurrying behind the chair. From there, he glowered at Mabel, who was peering at him from behind the doorway. Bill grabbed a pillow and furiously hurtled it at her. She retaliated by throwing something glittery. It was a glitter-covered pillow

And it landed on his chest, knocking the breath from him. A cloud of glitter puffed out of the pillow. With a huff, he threw it back and missed.

Mabel walked out from behind the doorway, a mountain of pillows falling after her. Bill bit his lip. He planned on using the backup pillows later, but it seemed he had to use them now. Seeing as Mabel had seemingly brought all of her pillows. He pulled out all 97 pillows from under the chair.

Both he and Mabel started throwing pillows at each other in a heated manner. It seemed to practically rain pillows while the two glared and glowered at each other, throwing pillows in practically every direction.

Mabel seemed to forget about her little scheme and Bill was furious that he was tricked into a fight. Dipper managed to squeeze out of his bindings and sneak away.

They heard a small crash at some point and a felt a small breeze, but they ignored it. The fight carried on for a while. Eventually, they got tired.

Bill lay flat on his face, weakly tossing a pillow in Mabel's direction. Mabel was resting her head on a wall of pillows she made in defense. She slowly batted it away. Only when the wood covering the kitchen doorway rattled did they lift their heads. Mabel ducked her head behind her wall, peering over the top. Bill sat in a kneeling position, peering over the arm of the chair. The rattling turned into banging until the the wood broke open. The two frenemies exchanged curious glances.

The silhouette in the doorway rushed off for a moment before returning with two mugs of-

"HOT CHOCOLATE!"

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Bill, Mabel, and Dipper sat in the same chair Bill used to make his fort, watching some Christmas movie. Something about a red-nosed reindeer. They all held a mug of hot chocolate. Turns out, Grunkle Stan had left to 'buy' some hot chocolate and missed the ENTIRE war. Or at least, he didn't pay attention to it. Bill and Mabel huddled under a thick, fuzzy blanket while Dipper sat sideways on the arm of the chair, leaning back on Bill.

"Why do you even watch this? It's just a reindeer with a red nose." Bill whispered.

"Because I think it's cute." Mabel whispered back, nudging Bill. He yelped when a drop of her hot chocolate splashed on his face.

"I can see why it's called hot chocolate." He said, wincing as he rubbed his face where the hot chocolate landed.

"Oh no! You're gonna die!" said Mabel over dramatically, laughter in her voice. Bill shoved her and she shoved back. They froze when the hot chocolate in their cups sloshed dangerously close to the rims. They settled back down, sipping their drinks.

About halfway into the movie, Bill felt Mabel move closer to him. He looked at her and saw she was asleep, her head resting on his shoulder.

He yawned, worn out from the day's shenanigans. The warmth coming from Mabel's body lulled him to sleep. He struggled to stay awake for a while, his head nodding. Eventually, he let himself sleep, tired of trying not to. He rested his head on Mabel's, vaguely noticing Dipper's absence. He gave one final yawn before curling closer to Mabel and falling asleep.

C.U.T.E. What? It is if you think really hard about it. It's terrible, I know. I apparently can't figure out what tense this is in. -3- OhandhaveyouheardofawebcomiccalledHomestuckIt'sreallyweirdbutcool *Cough QUE ENDING.*