Kid Cipher

Day 1

Mabel's POV

"Why is it sooo rainy out?!" I whined, sitting next to Dipper on the couch.

Dipper and I were stuck inside the Mystery Shack on probably the rainiest day of the summer and all Dipper wanted to do was read.

"Why don't you go knit or something?" Dipper glanced at me. "I DUNNO WHAT TO KNNNIT!!!" I whined even louder.

Suddenly, there was a tiny knock at the door. I stood, glancing at Dipper before walking over to the door and opening it.

"Hello?"

I glanced around, seeing nobody at the door. I shrugged and started to close the door.

"GAH!!"

I looked down quickly, startled to hear someone shriek. There was a basket with a blanket caught in between the door and the wall. Crying escaped from it, so I un-wedged it from the door and picked it up, walking back to Dipper. "What is that?" Dipper asked, looking up from his book. "Crying." I answered blankly, putting the basket on the ground and unwrapping the blanket.

There was a small blonde baby inside the basket, tiny tears rushing down it's face. He looked angered and annoyed and a lot like...

"Is... is that BILL?" Dipper yelled, standing up and walking over to me. I nodded, looking at Dipper with a concered/worried look. "What's he doing here?! And why is he a baby!" "I don't know Dipper!" I sighed, looking back at Bill.

Bill had seemed to gotten over the crying, watching Dipper and I and chewing on his shirt sleeve. I picked him up carefully and looked at him directly in his eye. "Bill." I said calmly. Bill stopped chewing on his shirt and stared at me. "What happened to you."

Bill made a noise before laughing, grabbing onto my hair and tugging. "ACK!" I yelled.

"Dipper help he's got meh!!" Dipper quickly detached Bill from my hair.

"Mabel, what are we going to do with him." I shrugged. "Take.. care of him I guess."

Dipper stared at me for a moment, making me feel uber awkward. "Mabel, we're 12."

I sighed. "I know but what else are we going to do with him?" I asked. Dipper paused.

"F...fine. I guess we can keep him UNTIL we figure out what to do with him." Dipper sat back down on the couch and picked up his book.

I smiled and looked back at Bill, spinning around a few times. Bill shrieked and struggled around. I stopped and laughed. Bill glared.

"Bleh." Bill slapped my face. It didn't hurt but it left a mark. A sticky mark. I looked at Bill's hands and realized he hand some sort of stick stuff on his hands. He paused and started to lick his hands.

I smirked. "Let's go get you all cleaned up!"

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I brought Bill into the upstairs bathroom and put him on the sink, turning the water on. Bill rubbed his hands all over his face, spreading the stickiness. I grabbed a rag and wet it quickly, rubbing it all over Bill's face.

Bill whined loudly and slapped me a lot harder than before. I jerked back and looked at him. "Don't be rude." I said, rubbing his hands next. Bill stared at me, hissing. I rolled my eyes and picked him up again, taking him to the attic.

"You need a new shirt or somethin..." I looked at him. Bill grabbed my hair again. I sighed and put him down on a box, walking over to the closet.

Bill continued to hiss, and I could hear him move around. I quietly rummaged around the closet until I found a yellow doll sweater I made awhile back. "This should fit!" I turned around to face Bill only to realize he was crawling down the steps slowly. I walked over to him and laughed, pulling the sweater over his head quickly and scooping him up. "Silly. How about I get you some ice cream?"

Bill stared at me before clapping his hands. "Yes." He whispered. I smiled and ran downstairs quickly, laughing.