
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/7108039.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines
  Character:
      Bill_Cipher, Dipper_Pines, Mabel_Pines
  Additional Tags:
      Sugar_Daddy_AU, Alternate_Universe_-_Sugar_Daddy, Human_Bill_Cipher, Kid
      Dipper_Pines, Pedophilia, Bill_is_a_literal_pedo, just_gonna_warn_you,
      Pining, Dipper_is_oblivious, Mabel_is_Oblivious, everyone_is_oblivious,
      bill's_POV, Sexual_innuendos, Unrequited_Lust, Lust_at_First_Sight, First
      Meetings, Kinda, Dipper_is_like_15_or_smth, it's_still_awful_tho_this_is
      completely_awful, Someone_keep_this_man_away_from_children_oh_my_god
  Series:
      Part 7 of Alternate_Universes
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-06 Words: 4242
****** A Special Place in Hell ******
by LanxBorealis
Summary
     The CEO of Mindscape Industries, Bill Cipher, leads a school tour and
     happens to, more or less, meet someone extraordinary.
     Oh, and the things he wants to do to that boy in the blue and white
     cap.
Notes
     This was loosely edited lmao tell me if I made any mistakes okay?
     Bill is completely awful in this and is a literal Pedophile as in he
     has the mental disorder.
     This is also predominantly in his POV
     If anything in the tags bothers you, I suggest not reading this. Not
     my fault if you read this and get uncomfortable.
See the end of the work for more notes
Bill Cipher was a busy man.
There was no doubt about it. Running a company as successful as his was a time
and soul consuming job.
Some would say it sucked his very heart out.
Others argued that CEO Bill Cipher never had a heart to begin with.
Bill did not care for the labels others placed on him, whether they be grand or
ill. He had no time for little minds and their large gossiping mouths
regurgitating whatever shit they had consumed in some marketed tabloid or
another. He was a visionary, a mind marked with great intellect, and petty
people couldn't even begin to dream of tearing his empire down.
Despite his opinions on the paltry people beneath his worth, Bill Cipher still
knew of the power the press had whether that power be to his detriment or not.
With that thought in mind, Bill plastered on his best, most award-winning, awe-
inspiring smile, and stepped out of the lone elevator he had been riding and
onto the obsidian tiles of his gilded lobby.
As soon as his presence was seen- all broad shoulders, dark skin, silky honey
hair, and sly mismatching blue and hazel eyes, the movement within the mass of
small bodies ceased. Countless eyes rolled to land on him, taking in his solid
form with confusion, with amazement, and, Bill's favorite, with a little
fright.
His stomach churned pleasantly at the attention and Bill pushed the heat
already swirling in the pit of his gut away, disregarding the little tickles of
daydreams teasing the back of his mind.
This was no time to play and squander about. This was business.
Bill grinned widely, his pearly incisors glinting under the fluorescent lights
of his lobby. With a hidden side glance to the narrow-eyed reporter lurking in
the corner of the room, Bill raised his hand and gave the crowd a small,
friendly wave. He forced his shoulders to relax and round into a more welcoming
position and his teeth unclenched.
"Hello, Mister Cipher!"
Bill turned, his smile never wavering as a tall figure floated to his side. Her
red hair bobbed with the regulations forced upon her by the school and her
green dress spoke of nothing but prudish tastes deemed acceptable by a board of
trustees that most likely did not even know the very definition of teenager.
"Hello, Miss Feylie," Bill greeted, proffering his hand. Her eyes gleamed as
she took it and Bill suppressed a wider grin at the strong grip she had.
She would have been beautiful if she were younger.
"I just want to say thank you for allowing my class an opportunity to actually
meet you and ask questions," She gushed, dropping his hand and folding her own
in front of her.
"Oh, of course. It's my pleasure, really," Bill dismissed with a wave. The man
didn't even need to think of his rehearsed speech as he gave it, each word
drilled into his head by his own self over the years of paranoia he suffered of
nosy, conspiring reporters. "These children are our future, are they not? One
day they will be the ones to alter the world and as the ones who are the world-
shakers of today, it is our job to lead them on the correct path."
Miss Feylie nodded sagely, soaking up every slimy word that dripped out of
Bill's sly mouth. She turned back to her class, back ramrod straight. Her
features melted from gratitude to the stern face of a seasoned school veteran.
She whistled sharply, snapping attention back on her and slicing the growing
roar of talking in two.
"Everyone, I would like to introduce you to the CEO of Mindscape Industries,
Bill Cipher. Having donated to Northwest High for years, he has been
irreplaceable in terms of some of our school's finances and programs. He is
also nice enough to be the one to lead our tour today, taking time out of his
personal schedule so I expect all of you to be on your best behavior." Miss
Feylie leveled a hot glare at her students.
Most squirmed under her glare, even their shuffling falling silent. That is,
all but two teens in the back of the group.
Bill's eyes darted over to where their whispers floated into the air even
before Miss Feylie.
"Mister and Miss Pines!" Miss Feylie snapped. Her tensed shoulders trembled and
ire brewed and dripped from every word slipping from her lips.
Both children jumped at the sound of their names being called and twin mocha
pools peeked from thick locks of chestnut hair. Their cheeks were flushed a
deep crimson and abject horror and humiliation painted ugly pictures over their
previously giggling face.
"S-sorry…" The girl of the two twins chirped. Her ears burned red and she
quickly put her face down at the sight of the two adults.
However, Bill's eyes were not on her at all as Miss Feylie forgave them. No,
his eyes were still lingering over the boy on her right. His hat did nothing to
hide the precious, bouncy curls framing his soft round face. His deep eyes
brewed in lingering embarrassment and though his lips were pressed into a thin
line, Bill could still tell they shined thick with natural red.
Bill shifted between his feet, folding his perspiring hands behind his back and
squeezing his fingers together tightly. Dark thoughts bubbled in the back of
his mind and boiled in the rising heat in the pit of his gut. Bill, however,
merely bit his bottom lip tightly, not quite drawing blood.
One. Two. Three.
Bill tore his eyes off the teen boy who had such soft looking skin….
"I am so sorry for them, Mister Cipher-" Miss Feylie started, only to be cut
off with a dismissive wave of Bill's hand.
"It's no problem at all. Children will be children," Bill said smoothly. He
glanced over to the reporter again. She was still watching him with narrowed
eyes, but her lips were quirked into a smile of societal acceptance.
"How about we get on with the tour?" Bill offered instead, clapping his hands
together.
Bill turned on his heel, ignoring the calls of the teacher besides him to her
students and instead lead the group of children over towards the stairwell.
The explanation of his exact business flowed off of the CEO's lips like river
water over smoothed stones, each word ringing with clarity. Bill gave no
thoughts nor care for the mechanical things he was saying, his mind already
starting to wander away from reality.
Pines. Pines. Pines.The boy with the chestnut hair and quivering lips. The boy
who so easily clung to his fear like humans to the pitiful lives they lead.
Bill bit back the groan rumbling in his chest. Reaching the next floor easily
enough, he lead the children through the myriad of cubicles and rushing
workers, explaining how exactly everything worked. Bill kept his hands tight at
his side, making sure not to wipe his sweating brow or make any unnatural
movements, all too aware of the eyes of his employees on him, as if ready for
him to break due to the kids behind him getting increasingly rowdy as their
boredom built.
Bill didn't care for what mere children thought of his business or job however.
He had been through practically the same class over and over again and their
pathetic opinions hardly had any bearing on him.
He has done this before.
Well, mostly. All those times before, he did not have that Pines kid, of
course.
Bill mentally shook his head, becoming more exasperated as time ticked on.
Really, what was it about thatchild? Surely he should not be having
this...problem anymore. Surely! He had been hard with himself, as he always
was, to keep calm and collected in any and all situations, no matter what they
may be.
It was his top quality. Well, one of the many he possessed.
Yet here he was, his dark cheeks tinged with a rosy dust of a blush surely, the
sparks dancing about in his gut ready to catch alight.
Bill was more than grateful that his tours were as fast-paced and as no-
nonsense as he made them to be. He had too much work to deal with this for long
and it was, right now, too much work to really deal with the knowledge that a
mere glance behind him would gift him the sight of that brunet.
Would Pines be bored like the rest of his peers? Would he be curious as to
everything that was going on around him? Was he right behind him trailing his
every step…
No. No, Bill refused to believe that. Surely he was still at the back of the
group, chatting with his sister, most likely not paying any attention at all.
Surely. Bill was completely sure.
There was no need to check behind himself to make sure, no need to search out
that blue and white cap with the dumb pine tree symbol on it to see if those
mocha pools were glimmering back at him or hidden behind the brim. There was no
need for him to be acting like this either.
Bill knew he was a strange, oftentimes unpredictable man and yet, this was the
first and what better be the last time he felt confusion for his ownself.
Bill lead the class on, all too grateful when he was able to get one of his
employees, whoever they were, to briefly direct the class as he drifted off to
get some water from a nearby cooler. Bill braced himself against the top of the
gallon, his large hand squeezing the plastic hard as he nearly crushed his
styrofoam cup in his other hand. With a flick of his long fingers, he filled
his small cup to the brim with cool water. He glugged it down quickly, the
liquid tracing a frigid trail down his esophagus and into his broiling stomach.
The water did nothing to calm the growing fire within him and Bill found
himself getting another drink greedily. His eyes- both blue and gold- glittered
with thinly veiled alarm and his shoulders tensed.
This could not be happening. He could not be losing control of the situation
this quickly because of some stupid teen.He was Bill Cipher, CEO, one of the
most powerful and wealthiest men in the world. America bowed at his feet and
licked the toes of his fine dress shoes in the hopesthey could get a crumb of
his self-worth.
Hewas the one on top. Hewas the one to have the power. Not that boy.Not a
fucking teenager.
Bill dropped the pieces of his crushed styrofoam cup into the trash bin and
running a hand through his curly blond hair, smoothing it out a little, whipped
around on his heel silently and padded back to the group.
A few more waves of his hand lead the teens across the floor, this time next to
the elevators. Bill didn't want to exactly thank God for anything, but sweet
relief drenched him at the sight of the elevators.
Miss Feylie herded all her students together, pairing them into smaller groups
to ride the elevator easier. With a watchful eye, she joined Bill's side,
puffing herself up a little, widening her stance, and staring down the teens,
as if they were varnets about to pull a fast one on her own self-imposing
authority.
"I want to make it very clear that you are all high school students and I
expect you to act like it. No running, jumping, roughhousing, or destructive
behaviors in the elevator going up. Do you understand me?"
The students stared up at her in disdain.
Bill refrained from waving his hand in front of his nose, the swell of teenage
rebellion and angst practically choking him.
"Yes, Miss Feylie…" A few of the teacher's students muttered disjointedly, not
quite looking at her or one another.
Miss Feylie stamped her foot.
"Yes, Miss Feylie!" The students quickly barked in response.
Bill's nose scrunched up.
"Mister Cipher, are we going to do the same s-"
"I was thinking so, yes. Unless you do not want to?"
Miss Feylie ignored the fact that her sentence had been chopped clean in two,
favoring instead to shake her head. "Oh no, no I was hoping we would do it the
same as-!" She turned back to her groups of students.
"Everyone! We are going to do this in a very specific way, so please pay
attention. Yes, Mister and Miss Pines this includes the two of you."
Bill's fists clenched at his sides as his eyes darted over to where the two
teens were, paired in the same group, unsurprisingly enough. Their cheeks
bloomed bright red and they both giggled nervously, eyes downcast in shame
again.
Bill rocked back onto his heels, forcing his eyes away from the lanky boy with
the too-long black eyelashes.
Miss Feylie shook her head before shooting Bill a watery, apologetic smile. She
snapped her fingers together. "Okay!" She said, "I am going to be riding up
with the first group to make sure everyone knows where we are once up top!
Mister Cipher here will stay down here to make sure there are no stragglers. If
I hear of anythinggoing wrong down here, I will personally talk to your parents
one on one, got it?"
Another round of "Yes, Miss Feylie!" was barked out bitterly and Bill scratched
his slacks with his sharp nails.
He had forgotten why he limited these sorts of things to only happening once a
year. If he had been a student in Feylie's class, he would have longed snuck
scorpions down her bra.
Miss Feylie directed the first group with her, marching them over to the
elevator. Making sure everyone was inside, tucked away safely in the back, she
waved a small goodbye to the rest of the students before backing away from the
door.
Leaning into the small metal box, Bill produced a card from his suit pocket,
swiping it and quickly punching the roof button. Stepping away from the box,
Bill watched as the elevator snapped close and with a ding,shot up.
As soon as Miss Feylie was no longer in his vicinity, Bill greedily relaxed,
leaning up against the elevator and sighing heavily, rubbing his eyes. He
glanced at the teens, who were staring at him with great interest. He shot one
of his famous cheshire cat grins at them, his teeth blinding within his dark
mouth.
"I say it every year but every year, I think it needs to be said. Someoneneeds
to dislodge the stick they have up their ass and calm down."
The teens, as they always did, looked completely and utterly shocked at what he
said. Some gasped, as if scandalized, and covered their mouths with their
hands. Others, however, laughed out loud at his snide remark, looking between
themselves and visibly relaxing. The tightening coils of an awkward silence
completely unwound and Bill smirked at the few teens already starting to inch
towards him.
Children were all the same. Say one thing they liked, and they flocked to you
en masse. They were like pigeons.
Bill snorted at his own thoughts and eyed the teens creeping closer to him.
"Have you known Miss Feylie long?"
So that was the first question aimed at him. What a pity. He had been hoping
for something a little more creative than that but well, what hope did he have
of something interesting happening?
"Longer than I wish," Bill answered.
"When did you start doing tours anyways?"
"Do you do tours for any other classes and grades?"
"What exactly does this company do again?"
Bill ignored the vein twitching his forehead and instead answered each and
every question flung at him with a laugh and joke. Slowly, amused grins started
to stretch across the soft faces of the children before him, which only grew
wider as Bill loaded them up into the elevator one group at a time and as he
answered more and more inane questions.
"Why are your eyes different colors?"
"How old are you?"
"Did you choose your last name or is it reallyCipher? 'Cause it sounds fake."
Bill huffed through his nose and cracked his neck.
Bill watched as the elevator came back down from the second to last group of
snots to be delivered upwards. Refraining from rubbing his face in relief, Bill
forced himself to smile softly as he turned back around to the last group.
As soon as he saw who was in the last group, his heart dropped to the bubbling
pits of his stomach.
Only two students were left. The two twins from before.
Bill tightened his hands into fists and bit the inside of his cheek. Expelling
a silent sigh, he motioned stiffly for the two to follow him as the elevator
dinged open.
The boy fell into step behind his sister as they got into the small metal box.
Bill peered from behind his blond curls, a few which had bounced from their
perfect place on his head.
Bill didn't bother to fix them as he stepped in after the two kids. The door
slid closed behind him and with a hit to the button which was a little harder
than it should have been, the three were off.
Bill cracked his neck and held onto the little hope that the two siblings would
just get themselves sucked into their own personal conversation over whatever
fifteen-year-olds talk about and would leave him alone.
Of course, that could not happen and not even three seconds into the elevator
ride, the girl's voice floated up to his ears.
"You're really young-looking for a boss guy!"
"Mabel!" The boy admonished in abject fright. Bill's lips quirked at the
cracking in his small voice and turning around, he folded his hands together in
front of his body tightly.
"It's fine," Bill dismissed with an easy smile. "I am quite young. I, unlike
all the old boring people out there, actually understand how to use the magical
device known as the internet and knows what they are doing."
The girl- Mabel?- giggled at his jab and shot her brother a look.
"That's kinda arrogant of you," The boy said in disdain.
Bill cocked an eyebrow. The boy had more spine than he had thought.
Interesting.
"Oh, I have the right to be arrogant," Bill said, putting air quotes around the
word arrogant."I've done more in five years than other's have done in twenty."
Bill couldn't stop the smirk from forming on his face.
What was with this- this childand his snide remarks? His snide voicethat sent
the most pleasurable shivers dancing up the column of his spine? That made the
pit in his stomach catch alight and burn?
Bill swallowed the small growl building in his chest. What wasthis?! He hadn't
felt like this- hadn't lost his perfect control, hadn't allowed his perfect
mask to crack so much since...since...well…
Bill didn't know.
Bill hadn't realized he had been rattling off odd answer after strange
phenomenon until the elevator shuddered to a stop, his teeth clacking together
as the sound of the doors opening sliced whatever sentence he had been about to
say in half. An automatic, beaming smile plastered itself across Bill's face as
he stepped out of the heated and sticky elevator and onto the roof of his
building.
Bill was unable to block out the small "It's chilly up here!" from the boy
behind him and Bill resisted the urge to spin around and do- do-
Bill shook away the image of prickling gooseflesh on those thin, pasty arms and
instead cut through the flock of children only being held together by Miss
Feylie's will to join said teacher's side.
Bill wasn't even completely sure what he was droning on about concerning the
building they were on as he watched the class disperse to admire the gorgeous
view of the city crawling by down below. His eyes easily caught the sight of
the brunet boy from before. He was holding his hat down to keep the mischievous
wind from stealing it and, yet again, stood with his sister as he stared out at
the smaller buildings curling out below- streets winding too and fro in on
themselves and cars and people screeching by without heart nor soul.
The boy's soft face was stretched into a grin of awe as his glowing, copper
eyes searched the world far, far below. He and Mabel whispered between
themselves, pointing out different buildings and things to one another and
sharing secret giggles between them.
Bill's eyes stayed on Dipper's round, plump lips. They were so, sosoft. He was
sure of it. He could almost feel them against his own, sliding across as a soft
noise of pleasure escaped him as he-
Bill shook his head and finished his last, droning speech he knew no one was
listening to. Bill nodded to Miss Feylie, reaching out to grip the wire that
stretched across the circumference of the roof.
Bill shook his head. It had taken all but seven…"suicides"for the city to step
in and demand him to put up a wire fence if he were to leave the roof
accessible.
How utterly boring.
Bill let go of the wiring and, only allowing a few more minutes to pass, let
Miss Feylie round up the students again. Bill's eyes slid across the boy and
Bill had to force a small growl of frustration down when he disappeared with
the first group along with Miss Feylie.
Another round of questions later and with more self-control Bill had thought
himself capable of, the CEO found himself back in the foyer of the front of his
building just as before. He stepped out of the elevator with the last group of
degenerates he had to sit through for the last time till next year, blinking
slowly as he hunted for the boy utilizing the corner of his eye.
Bill found himself standing before Miss Feylie and her batch of ragamuffins
just as before, this time all of them talking about the tour more than whatever
conversations had bled from their bus trip from before.
"I just want to thank you again, Mister Cipher, for the wonderful opportunity
you give our kids every year here."
Bill could not fight the urge to roll his eyes. This speech again?
"It's really no problem. Our children are our future, after all and if I could
do anything to help them grow and learn, even if it's just a simple tour, I
don't mind at all."
Bill glanced at the reporter who was still lurking in the corner. His lips
twitched and curled. How unimportant she must be. Still, with a fat red smile
on her painted face, she seemed pleased with herself and him as well.
Miss Feylie clapped her hands together, beaming at him brightly. "You are truly
a man to look up to. Humble and smart are two traits that no longer seem to go
hand in hand with one another."
Bill could barely fight off the urge to burst into unstoppable laughter.
"Thank you," Bill said instead.
Miss Feylie nodded once at him and turned back to her class. "Class, I want you
all to thank Mister Bill Cipher for his generosity for us to come here and not
only visit his building, but also give us a tour personally."
The class rang with a large "thank you!" and Bill allowed a smooth smile to
cross his face. He stared at the beautiful boy again, next to his sister Mabel,
standing near the front this time rather than the back.
"Oh, no need to thank me. It's my pleasure," Bill practically purred. Bill's
grin only widened when two copper eyes rose to meet his, falling just as soon
as they made contact.
Bill's stomach boiled in heat and more fire trailed under his skin.
With one last wave, Bill bid goodbye to the class. However, as he was turning
around, he heard a familiar voice pipe from the droll of the other children.
"Mister Cipher!"
Bill turned around, his cheeks flushing lightly as Mabel bounced in front of
him, her brother in tow by the sleeve of his shirt. His cheeks were a
delectable rosy pink.
Bill wanted to bite those cheeks. All fourof them.
"Ah, it's you!" Bill chuckled.
Mabel grinned. "It is me! Me and my dumb brother here-"
"Hey!"
"Quiet Dipper! We just wanted to thank you ourselves. So...thank you!"
Bill's grin split his entire face in two and his eyes shone brightly. "Oh, the
pleasure was all mine, Misses and Mister Pines. Really."
Mabel giggled. "Glad to hear that. Anyways, we gotta skedaddle! See you later!"
Without another word in, the girl was off, dragging Dipper behind her, making
him stumble and fall with nearly every step.
"Mabel," Dipper murmured to his sister, glancing back at Bill. He didn't seem
to be able to hear them.
"Yeah?"
"He knew our names."
"So?"
"We never told him who we were."
                                  ~~0~~0~~0~~
Bill's smile never softened as he watched the two disappear along with the rest
of their class.
Dipper.
Dipper Pines.
End Notes
     Welp I hope you guys liked this? Idk I don't like how I characterized
     Bill in this but oh well.
     And before anyone asks, no this will not be made into a longer fic. I
     do have an idea for an indirect sequel, but I have too much on my
     plate rn to really give it much thought.
     Anyways, thank you for reading! Kudos and comment please!
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
