I'm truly spoiling you guys, I barely updated Decipher yesterday xD

Lunatic is not my main story at the moment and thus it will not have a regular update, Decipher will keep getting around two updates weekly.

Anyways Enjoy~

Chapter 2

Monday morning, 9 a.m.

It's been three days since Dipper went clubbing with Mabel and Pacifica. He was woken by the horrendous sound of his phone's alarm ringing.

He grunted as he slowly sat up and finally turned the thing off. Even though his classes started at 10 on Mondays, it was still way too early for anyone...

His daily routine was waking up, getting dressed, and getting something to eat on campus, he never cooked... he cherished sleep way too much to actually wake up early for food when three cups coffee had almost the same effect.

As he exited the room, he was almost run over by another student who apparently was rather late for the 9 a. m. lecture. The young man was blonde... blonde again... No matter how hard Dipper tried, he remembered the 'incident' he had at the club whenever he saw a blonde person or anyone with a freaking triangle on their clothing.

Dipper it happened, you were drunk... It was nice but you won't ever see the lunatic again no need to be so flustered... he thought to himself.

After he calmed down, he followed his usual routine- class, lunch, more classes, and afterwards getting a coffee and studying in the library since it was quieter than his room... His neighbors were a pain... They never shut up and blasted music like it was a party 24/7. It's not like he didn't try talking to them… but it didn't really help, so whenever he had to study or was feeling frustrated he went to the library, at least his room was a single one, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to stand college... And there again, another blonde guy with glasses, this time he was sitting a few tables away... Fuck, Dipper get your shit together.

A few more days passed. After being in college for 3 years, everything turned into a boring routine; seeing the same people every day, the same people doing the same things they did the day before... listening to the same things every day... The incident at the club made him realize how boring everything was and how much he wanted to know about this "Lucifer". He started walking back to his dorm room; it was only a few streets away from campus. Another blonde passed him...It was the one who Dipper saw a few days ago in the library.

He looks like him... Aghhhhhh Dipper you are 21 for fuck's sake stop thinking about him. But no matter what, he wished he could have known more about the guy at the club, even if it meant talking to a mad man.

He arrived at the dorm. Before the entrance there was the same blonde guy that passed Dipper, apparently waiting for someone. His hair hung over his right eye, but he could clearly see the brown color through the glasses.

"Hey Cipher!" a random high pitched voice called up to the blonde.

Cipher? Dipper couldn't help but stop walking.

The voice came from a short girl with brown hair. "Here is the book I borrowed." She handed over said item.

"Thanks..." the man answered nonchalantly. Shivers were sent down Dipper's spine, his voice was familiar... awfully familiar.

The girl left and the blonde man entered the dorms.

She said Cipher... She clearly said Cipher... Holy shit...

Dipper rushed immediately after the blonde, following him up the stairs, still holding enough space between both of them so it wouldn't be too obvious... The blonde apparently had his room on the third floor... Dipper's was on the fifth floor, maybe that's the reason they never walked past each other... Or maybe just that he never paid attention to anyone around the dorm, or library, or anywhere, at least until this week... He saw the blonde enter a room, seconds after the door was closed, Dipper rushed to it reading the name plate:

Room 333

Bill Cipher

Dipper headed to his own dorm room, turning his laptop on and typing the name in all search engines he knew. There were a few social media sites but nothing out of the ordinary. The brunet sighed... He really wanted to know more about that guy.

I will have to ask people for information... What if it's really him...He grunted rubbing his temples... The brunet looked at the time. Tomorrow…

The next day.

He decided to actually ask around campus about the incident his sister told him about. What he knew was:

-A club burned down the past year.

-Burned on purpose by some crazy guy, reason unknown.

-Apparently he was some rich guy who hosted parties, reason unknown.

-Fleeing from the law because he actually burned down a freaking club (and because of other things…)

-People called him after the fallen angel for mixing a little Cupric Chloride into a few flames...which he lit, himself, while he hung from a chandelier, laughing... so a total lunatic.

-And that Dipper had made out with him and he would have certainly done more...

Great...

After a full day of talking to class-mates and people he knew from the dorm, he found out that he was probably the only person on campus who had never heard about this 'Lucifer'... He did know that a club burned down… but he didn't really care about it.

He managed to find out a few more things, but nothing that would help him find out if the guy he was 'following' (stalking would be more precise) was the same person he made out with in the club. There was a small resemblance, though, but through the strobe he wasn't able to see much. He could have sworn the eyes of the guy at the club were hazel, almost yellow, but the guy walking around campus had dark brown eyes and glasses. First strike.

Well, back to what he found out about this 'Lucifer', the name was so cringe worthy:

-Apparently a ladies man (weird, didn't match with what happened on Friday).

-Almost always wearing a black suit with a yellow vest and a black bow tie.

-Always wearing a mask.

-Press is dying to find out his name and who he is.

-Police as well...

-People believe he is actually a fallen angel with magic and shit... Gnomes, fairies, and unicorns were real, that's a fact (and they were assholes), but angels, what a joke.

Well, anyhow he still had to follow this 'Bill' around campus, he only needed to get a good glimpse of his face and he would be sure if it was this so called Lucifer.

Tracking this person wasn't hard, even in a campus with thousands of people. Apparently he spent a lot time in the library, just like Dipper did, and that yellow hair color certainly stood out. Dipper sat down a few tables next to him trying to get a good glimpse of his face... which didn't help at all. There was a resemblance... but he was so drunk that day... It was almost impossible to tell.

What if he asked… "Hey are you the guy I met at the club on Friday and made out with?" Yeah…No fucking way, never gonna happen. He kept reading his book as he watched over the blonde a few tables away...

Nothing happened. He was busy on some assignment and that's all there was about it, until he left the library, only to hear a few girls gossiping about him. "What a loser." Not a ladies man, second strike.

Dipper decided to keep following him, which, in this case, wasn't really following since both lived at the dorm and they had to walk the same way. The more he thought about this guy being the same person from the club, the more ridiculous the idea became. Why would a rich guy live in the dorms? Why would he be at a university? Why the mask? Besides, this one seemed like a nerd and not some crazy psychopath who liked to hang from chandeliers.

They were almost at the dorm, but right before they arrived the blonde turned into a different alley to the right.

Shit... What now...Dipper knew he couldn't possibly keep following him, but as he reached the alley the blonde turned into, he was gone.

What... Dipper ran down the alley, trying to catch up to the blonde. He couldn't have just vanished... He turned into more alleys, barely being able to follow the blonde when he suddenly faced a dead end and this 'Bill' was out of sight.

"Fuck..." he said out loud.

Suddenly he was pushed against the wall, the air in his lungs being knocked out in the process; his head clearly hit the wall behind him, making him almost lose consciousness.

"Who sent you?" a low voice said nonchalantly.

"What?" was the only thing Dipper could bring out of his mouth, still being dazed from the hit to his head.

"You have been tailing me for the past days." Dipper could clearly feel an unknown object being tightly placed to his neck, the cold, sharp sensation of it, he couldn't believe this was happening... It was a knife.

"Holy shit! Please calm down! I haven't been tailing you!" Dipper panicked as he recognized the object and the person holding it. Bill Cipher.

"I will ask again, who sent you?" a wide grin spread over the blonde's face as he pressed the five inch blade even harder against the brunet's neck.

"No on-.. " Dipper couldn't even answer as the blonde pressed the blade against his cheek... Dipper could now clearly recognize a black butterfly knife in the attacker's hand.

"We can make this fast..." He twirled the blade around in his hand. "Or fun." He made a small cut on Dipper's face, not deep enough to leave a bad scar, but definitely enough to draw blood out. The blonde started laughing as he licked the blade.

Fuck... He is crazy... I'm going to fucking die here... Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Dipper couldn't breathe normally, he was almost hyperventilating...

"We made out in a fucking club I wasn't sent by anyone!" was the last thing he could manage to say before he almost fell into a panic attack and the blonde dropped him to the floor.

His eyes widened. "Pinetree?" he let his hands fall to the side.

"Shit... I was right..." Dipper sat against the wall trying to calm down.

"Ugh..." the taller grunted as he clapped the knife with a swift movement."Let me see that cut," he leaned in to check on Dipper's cheek.

"What?! No way!" he flicked the blonde's hand again.

"Shut up and hold still." He packed out the knife again so Dipper wouldn't move. (Clearly not the best way to tranquilize someone.) He looked closely at the wound, and without a warning he licked the spot he cut a few moments ago.

What the fuck...

"That should do it..." he sighed, as he caressed Dipper's face.

"What the actual fuck..." Dipper said out loud.

The blonde sighed. "And nobody sent you?" he kneeled down to Dipper's level.

"Look, seriously, I was only following you because I was sure you were… that you... That you were the guy I liked back at the club," Dipper tried to defend himself.

"Then why have you been trying to find out about the fire in that club?" He twirled the knife playfully in his hand.

"Why...?! Are you for real? I found out I almost fucked with a total psychopath! Of course I would have tried to find out more!" he yelled.

"Psychopath?" he raised his eyebrow. "Remind me to kill the guys that interrupted us...I really wanted to fuck you," the blonde clicked his tongue.

"You are insane..."

"Well of course I am." A wide grin spread over the blonde's face. "Now what am I going to do with you?"

"Not hurt me... And let me go?" he suggested...

"No, hold still this won't hurt." He cupped Dipper's cheek.

"Wh.. What are you doing?" Dipper shivered under the man's hand.

"Erasing my mistakes," was the only answer Dipper heard before his sight went black. He woke up a few minutes later. He was alone in the same alley...

"What the heck..." His head throbbed in pain, then he remembered it was because of that blonde asshole... Where did he go anyway? Dipper decided to head back to the dorm... He made a few 'preparations' before he headed to room number 333 and banged on the door.

"Cipher, open the fucking door!" he yelled, catching the attention of a few other students.

The door actually opened revealing a really confused blonde.

"If you don't tell me right now what you did I'm going to the p-" the brunet was pulled into the room abruptly, the blonde closed the door right away behind himself.

"I swear to you, if you don't tell me right away what you did to me!" Dipper yelled.

"Kid shut up, this is bothering me more than it's bothering you," the blonde snapped.

"What, that you revealed your identity to some random stranger just so you could fuck?" Dipper responded.

"Kid shut up, I'm trying to think!" the blonde hit the wall leaving a big hole in it.

Holy shit... That's concrete... That's fucking concrete Dipper took a step back.

"Look kid... I was sure I had erased your memories, twice!" the blonde rubbed his eyes, "but somehow it's not working on you and it's making my day extremely difficult!"

"So you are even crazier than I thought!" the brunet yelled.

"Whatever, look kid I don't have time, let's make a deal," the taller man offered.

"A deal? I'm listening," Dipper crossed his arms.

"It's quite simple, you don't tell a soul about what you know about me and I won't kill you," the eerie grin spread again across the blonde's face. He pulled out the same knife from before, slowly licking the blade.

"You are the one who is not understanding the situation! I've a file ready to send in case anything happens to me!" Dipper showed his phone, "containing everything about you. The file would be sent to the police and to some major papers right away! If you keep up those threats I only have to press one button and everything you have worked for until now will vanish!"

There was a moment of silence before the blonde broke out in laughter.

"What..."

"My cute little Pinetree, the thing is you have no idea who you are dealing with." The blonde approached Dipper.

"Step back!"

"Send it." Bill lifted Dipper's chin with his index finger. "Send it and you are dead, send it and I will be sure to kill everyone you love before they ever believe your stupid article."

Dipper dropped his phone... He knew this guy wasn't kidding... How unlucky can one person be?

"Good sapling, now back to the deal I was talking about." He stepped back a little. "You don't tell anyone and I don't kill you, easy"

"Do I have a choice...?" he panted.

"Not really," the blonde shrugged. "But since I want to find out more about you, you still have the chance of living, otherwise I would have slashed you back in that alley.

The nick name is perfect... He could truly be the devil himself.

"And besides… killing someone with such a pretty face would be a total waste," the blonde added.

"You can't be for real..."

"Look, if you tell me more about you, I will tell you more about me, your curiosity would be satisfied, isn't that what you want Pinetree~?" he raised his eyebrow.

"My curiosity?" Dipper asked.

"Well you wanted to know more about why I burned the club and how I did it, so please don't act like an idiot Pinetree"

"I, well... Yes... But only if you won't hurt me or my family."

"I promise you that much, but if you tell anyone you are dead kid." He approached Dipper again.

"Then it's a deal... Not like I can get anything better," the brunet lamented.

"If you behave well, you might get some bonuses," a sly smirk spread over the blonde's face.

"Great…"

"Then it's a deal, close your eyes and stretch out your hand Pinetree."

"What no way!"

"Kid just do it and you would do us both a favor..."

Dipper did as told, closing his eyes. He stretched his hand out and he could clearly feel it getting warmer as Bill took it; not simple body warmth… he couldn't help but open his eyes to see his hand covered in blue flames. Before he could scream or pull his hand away Bill smashed his lips against his. Dipper tried to push him away but without a lot of result. As they separated, Bill's grin only turned wider.

"Asshole!" Dipper turned red. "What the fuck did you just do?!"

"We are going to have so much fun Mason."