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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Dipper_Pines/Tyrone, The_Author_|_Original_Stanford_Pines/Tyrone, Dipper
      Pines/The_Author_|_Original_Stanford_Pines
  Character:
      Dipper_Pines, The_Author_|_Original_Stanford_Pines, Tyrone_(Gravity
      Falls), Bill_Cipher
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Abuse, Cutting, Stress, Anxiety, Depression, Mental_Breakdown,
      Mental_Instability, Incest, Age_Difference, Self-cest, Uncle/Nephew
      Incest, Dippercest, Frottage, Self-Harm, Guilt, Regret, Praise_Kink,
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Rape/Non-con_Elements, All_the_warnning,
      Dubious_Consent, Blow_Jobs, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Smut, BDSM, Autoerotic
      Asphyxiation, Whipping, Emo_dipper, Emo_tyrone, Content_approved_by
      S.C.A.R.
  Collections:
      Sin_Corps
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-16 Words: 3850
****** Two sides of the same coin. (The flip side.) ******
by SinKing, zero_kun
Notes
     Hello this fanfiction was made in collaboration with Sinbombs. We
     both came up with a basic premise and plot and wrote our own versions
     please check out Sinbomb's version! After your done reading of course
     ;) This is the Sin Corps first collaborative work look forward to
     more content from the Sin Corps.
See the end of the work for more notes
Dipper is pumped for his first summer in Gravity Falls, alone with Ford, all
the adventures, research, apprenticing and fun they'll have. What's better than
spending time with and learning from your hero? Dipper is happy, excited and
filled with joy. The anticipation of going on a three-day long expedition to
the highest local mountain with Ford to study the local version of the Yeti is
killing him.
"Come on grunkle Ford, let's go already!" Dipper says, looking at Ford sipping
his coffee, sitting in the breakfast nook of the shack reading the newspaper.
"I said we would head out at noon, it's not even ten yet," Ford says after
looking at his wrist for the time. Ford looks at Dipper with a yellow glint of
lust in his eye. "I know, I'm just so excited," Dipper says with a smile as he
sets down his supply filled bookbag with a thud. Dipper hears the shuffling of
the newspaper and the clank of the mug hitting the table.
"Okay, then let me get a few things and lock up and we'll go." Ford says
getting up and ruffling Dipper's hair with his large, manly six fingered hand.
"Heeey! I'm not a kid anymore you know." Dipper says, whining about being
treated like a child. Ford gathers his own supplies and puts them in his
backpack which is nearly identical to Dipper's or rather the other way around
but much bigger.
They set out, the hike is long and arduous and even more so with climbing the
later half in snow nearing the top of the mountain. With the two exhausted and
the temperature descending rapidly, Ford decides to set up the tent for the
night as the darkness is quickly approaching.
After Ford nails down the final peg to the medium sized tent, Dipper quickly
enters taking shelter from the snowstorm that had manifested itself in minutes.
Ford enters right behind him. Covered with a light layer of snow as he hastily
zips up the entrance.
"Man it's getting dark and cold." Dipper says to Ford as he takes out an
electric lantern from his backpack in the twilight that's piercing through the
clear plastic window of the tent. "Yea, I know. It's a lot colder than I
anticipated, we'll just have to deal with it and hope our sleeping bags are
warm enough." Ford says as he rolls out his sleeping bag. "Yea, okay," Dipper
says as he does the same.
"We got all day tomorrow to study the migration of the troop of Yetis, so get
some rest." Ford says as the wind begins whipping against the tent, the
snowstorm is not letting up and the already freezing temperatures are dropping
even more to dangerous sub-zero temperatures. Ford and Dipper snuggle into
their respective sleeping bags as Ford dims the lantern.
The icy cold air, however, keeps sleep at bay for them, and after about an
hour, Ford notices Dipper violently shivering. "Dipper, you're shaking like a
leaf," Ford calls out from the darkness. "I'm fine." Dipper contests. "Dipper,
come here and sleep in my sleeping bag, sharing each other's body warmth should
make it easier to sleep." Ford orders and explains. "..." Dipper doesn't say
anything as he crawls over to Ford's side, he hears a long zipping sound as
Ford opens his bag allowing access.
The teenager snuggles in next to the much older man. Dipper likes the intimate
nature of sharing body heat with his mentor. The trust, compassion, solicitude,
and safety Dipper feels from Ford is very comforting along with his tender
warmth from Ford wrapping his arm around Dipper. He feels Ford's large hand
feel and caress his chest through his shirt and ever so slowly moving down to
his stomach. Dipper is surprised when his hand keeps going lower.
"You're a good boy Dipper." Ford says quietly as he lightly fondles Dipper's
teenage privates. Dipper thickly swallows as his member starts to swell from
the stimulation. "You're definitely not a kid anymore," Ford says as he strokes
Dipper's hardening member through his pants and rubbing his own bludging
erection against Dipper's backside.
Dipper squeezes his eyes shut with all his strength, unable to move like a deer
in headlights. However, Dipper was not fearful but something in his mind breaks
at that moment, on some level he likes and enjoys this and also making Ford
happy, but Dipper knows this is wrong... he's torn.
'Gravity falls is full of secrets; this is just one more right?' Dipper thinks
to himself, rationalizing the abuse. "Ahhh.." Dipper moans, letting out a small
gasping cry as he orgasms, a sinful wave of pleasure echoes arched his entire
body. Ford is soon after, letting out a guttural moan as he rubs against Dipper
to completion.
Ford then quickly falls asleep. Dipper, however, stays up contemplating the
event that just transpired. completely forgetting about the bitter temperature
and storm outside. Dipper does end up falling asleep although be it after some
time.
The two wake up the next morning. The storm has waned to just light gusts of
wind. Ford gets up and acts as if nothing happened last night. "Come on sleepy
head, we should get to a good vantage point to observe the troops' movements,"
Ford says with his usual scientific vigor.
Dipper lazily gets up, rubbing his eye as he can still feel the man's hand on
his crotch even though it not there along with a slight crust.
Able to put his uncomfortableness aside, Dipper rolls up his unused sleeping
bag and prepares to leave as Ford dismantles the tent. "So we should find a
spot up high, but not too high because it could probably be too windy," Dipper
suggests.
"That is correct. Smart thinking, Dipper," Ford agrees and praises. Dipper's
heart swells to get Ford's approval and compliment.
They begin to trudge through the freshly fallen snow until they come to a
cliff's edge that was overlooking a small valley. Dipper peers over the steep,
sturdy rock face, an uneasiness stirs in him, his body now tense and stiff.
"You okay, Dipper? You look a little green." Ford notices and asks in concern.
"Yea, I'm fine, let's set up the equipment since the Yetis will have to come
through here," Dipper says, trying his best to act tough.
After some time.
"Here they come." Dipper says excitedly and a tad too loudly. "Shush! Our
voices carry in the valley." Ford says in a hushed tone, putting his finger to
mouth.
They observe and study the troop of Yetis until they are out of sight, which
takes most of the day. "Fascinating. Yetis may be closely related to gorillas,
but they have a migration pattern and herd dynamic nearly identical to
elephants, such as protecting the very young and old in the center, this is a
prime example of divergent evolution!" Ford says, thrilled by his minor
revelation, as they make their way back as far as they can before night falls.
"I noticed that the alpha male in the front only had males around him and most
of the females were in the back," Dipper says, looking at his notes while
glancing up occasionally at Ford.
"Keen eye, let's set up the tent here. Now, what can you deduct from that
observation?" Ford says and asks in a manner as if testing the boy. As they put
up the tent, Dipper thinks, and thinks, gears turning in his head while trying
to come up with an adequate response to impress his mentor.
Now inside the erected tent Dipper finally comes up with an answer, Ford is
ready and all ears looking at Dipper analyzing. "From my notes," Dipper begins,
before pausing to thickly swallow, "I can conclude that the troop of Yetis has
a male dominated hierarchy structure," Dipper says meekly and waits in
anticipation for a response from Ford.
"Excellent deduction of a great observation. Good work, Dipper." Ford says,
impressed and with much affection shown in his voice. Dipper blushes, knowing
he likes the warm, fuzzy feeling he gets when Ford compliments him, feeling
butterflies flutter in his stomach and balls. Dipper's young manhood starts to
strain noticeably against his pants.
"Come over here, Dipper, I'll help you with that." Ford says from a sitting
position, noticing Dipper's fifteen-year-old boner. Dipper slowly, rigidly, and
reluctantly walks the few feet over to Ford. "Undo your belt," Ford commands.
Dipper quietly and nervously compiles, fidgeting with his buckle. As he
unbuckles his pants, they fall to the ground.
Now standing in front of Ford in his T-shirt and boxers, pants around his
ankles his cock harder than it has ever been, precum makes a wet spot appear on
his boxers. Ford grabs the boy by his hips pulling him closer then moving his
skilled hands around to Dipper's butt, his six fingers dive beneath his elastic
band gripping Dipper's supple ass as he pulls down Dipper's underwear. Dipper's
big dipper springs forth from its clothed confines.
Quicker than Dipper could blink Ford's mouth was around his throbbing dick. The
hungry, relentlessly nature of the harsh suction of his first blow job is too
much and it doesn't take long for the boy to blow his load. "Good. Now it's
time to return the favor, so get on all fours," Ford says as he swallows,
getting to his knees and undoing his own belt.
Dipper obeyed the command, ignoring the sick twisting pit of disgust in his
belly. Ford takes hold of the boy's hips, lining up the smaller boy's entrance
to his thickly swollen member briefly admiring the tight puckered ring of
muscle before impaling the poor boy, with zero preparation or care.
Dipper feels nothing but intense searing pain. "No, stop it, get it out!"
Dipper yells out in agony. It feels like Dipper's flesh is going to rip and
tear. Dipper tries to crawl away but Ford holds him there thrusting,
relentlessly pounding at Dipper's red, raw, bleeding rear. "Please take it out,
it hurts!" Dipper whimpers out. Soon the pain dulls and is mostly replaced by
pleasure when Ford starts to repeatedly hit Dipper's sweet spot, bashing his
prostate gland.
Dippr's body betrays him he gets hard again. "See, I knew you would like it. It
takes time is all," Ford comments as he grabs and strokes Dipper's hard-on.
With a few more thrusts Ford ejaculates into Dipper as reaches his second
sinful orgasm. Ford slowly pulls out leaving a sickening unnatural pink colored
mixture of blood and semen at his entrance.
Dipper crawls over to his sleeping bag exhausted both mentally and physically,
sore like a thousand knives had just ripped through him. Then he hears words
being uttered from his rapist.
"You did a great job. I'm sure with practice we can have more fun all winter."
Ford says while giving a sick, perverted smile. Dipper doesn't respond. He
doesn't know how to.
'Practice, all winter.' Dipper thinks as curls up into a small ball of shame,
guilt, regret and self-pity in his sleeping bag.
Dipper didn't get one minute of sleep that night.
They got up the next morning and made their way back to the shack in awkward
silence. The trek back, albeit downhill most of the way, was still very tiring
for Dipper because of his sore bottom. He and Ford finally walk through the
front door of the shack.
"You should go take a shower and get cleaned up," Ford says, in a tone of an
order rather than a suggestion. "Okay," is all Dipper could say. He gets to the
bathroom and disrobes, throwing his blood-stained underwear away, a pain filled
reminder.
He turns the shower on hot, as hot as it will go as he tries to wash his anus.
He feels a constant stinging pain but does get the dried blood and semen off.
He continues to wash the rest of his body, trying to wash away this dirty
feeling he has, he washes and scrubs until his skin is red and raw.
But.
No amount of hot water can clean this Sin from his soul.
About a week later, Ford needs to get his rocks off and with a few words of
praise and coercion, and a little manhandling, he had Dipper naked in his bed.
However this time was going to be different. Ford took his time gently
loosening up the young boy, teasing his nipples, whispering sweet nothings in
his ear, watching the teenager squirm under his touch as Ford brings him close
to the edge of orgasm then stops. Ford made sure Dipper liked and enjoyed it
soon after they both finish, Ford inside Dipper, who was on his belly.
This leaves Dipper so confused and anxiety-ridden, the constant weight of this
taboo burden on his shoulders straining him mentally, not to mention this being
compounded by his insomnia he's had ever since the second event.
Ford's abuse starts out once or twice a week then escalates to every other day.
Dipper's mental state begins to decline as depression sets in.
Skipping to about two months in the future.
Dipper is starting to suffer abuse every day, sometimes twice a day. The abuse
is never violent although it is getting rougher. Dipper has deteriorated so
much in so many ways, his attitude, his outlook on life, his self-esteem
overall has been morphed and he doesn't care about everything anymore, his
outlook is one of despair and pessimism.
He has embraced all things dark, gloomy and emo. Dipper has started to wear the
clothes to look the part all black skinny jeans, black shirts ect., and dyed
his hair black. He even tried black nail polish but decided it wasn't for him.
All of this wasn't overnight, however, but a long change over the course of his
escalating abuse. Insomnia, anxiety, despair, depression, guilt, will change
you.
Dipper feels as though he's his great uncle's personal sex toy. Just to be used
as an inanimate object with no feelings.
Nearing his breaking point, Dipper has an idea. 'Maybe I could share this
burden... that could make it easier on me.' Emo Dipper goes down to the first-
floor closet where the old copy machine is being stored. "Hello, old friend,"
Emo Dipper whispers to himself as he wipes a thick layer of dust off the
machine.
Dipper proceeds to hop on top and copy himself. He looks at the copy; a
splitting image of himself from his black hair to his black shoes, even the
snake bite piercing on his lip--Dipper had gotten Ford's permission to get it.
"So. A lot has changed, huh?" Emo Tyrone says noticing they're new appearance
and emo Dipper's tired, worn out look.
"Yea, so you know what this is, right?" Emo Dipper asks his duplicate. "Yeah,
you look like you could use a break. I'll take the next three times and then
every other one from there, 'kay?" Emo Tyrone offers.
"Thanks a lot, Tyrone." Dipper says, blushing a bit. Tyrone grabs Dipper's hat
and switches it with his. "Don't worry, I'll always have your back," Tyrone
says, showing a reassuring smile.
Later that night Tyrone endures his first of many intense, rough sexual
assaults. Ford is starting to try BDSM on the poor boy. Leather, chains, tape--
hell, even a ball gag. Ford restrained and bound Tyrone asserting his complete
dominance over him, roughly penetrating the defenseless, powerless, submissive
teenager.
Tyrone takes the abuse like a champ. after the deed is done Tyrone returns to
Dipper's room he finds Dipper sleeping actually sleeping for once peacefully at
that.
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Tyrone takes this moment to be a bit of a narcissist. He admires Dipper's cute
messy black hair and his adorable little button nose with one nostril flaring
as he breaths, a tiny bit of drool coming out of the corner of his mouth.
Tyrone would get raped over and over just so he could see Dipper like this. It
gave Tyrone a special, sincere kind of happiness that sunk to his very core.
Tyrone then crawls into bed next to Dipper and cuddles himself into slumber.
In Tyrone's second BDSM session, Ford decided to amp things up a bit and add
whipping play. The new found form of torture lasts about and hour and Tyrone
returned to Dipper's room once it was finished. Dipper looks at Tyrone in
dismay.
"Is that a dog collar?" Dipper asks approaching Tyrone. "Yea. He's getting into
some real BDSM type shit now," Tyrone explains, albeit still sore and winded.
Dipper looks Tyrone over more closely, examining his shirtless torso, he sees
bruising on his wrists and ankles and long welts all over his back.
A sickening, twisting ball of guilt and remorse swells within Dipper's stomach.
The third time Tyrone comes back, he's bloody from the increasingly harsh
whippings, with bruises around his neck. Ford was choking him while he was
grinding, their cocks against one another. Tyrone released his nut all over
himself from the auto-erotic asphyxiation.
Tyrone enters with blood on his back, cum on his belly, and a deep bruising
around his neck as he looks to Dipper's bed to find him sleeping once again,
angelic light from the window illuminates his soft black curls. Tyrone's heart
begins to flutter just by looking at Dipper when a gust of wind comes through
and slams the door behind Tyrone, waking Dipper from his beautiful, peaceful
slumber.
Dipper gets up to see Tyrone and runs over to him while in his boxers. He
clearly sees how fucked up Tyrone is.
"It's your turn next, right?" Tyrone asks, staring into Dipper like a mirror.
The original makes some excuse and begs Tyrone to take his place just one more
time.
"...I'll do this for you because I love you," Tyrone says grabbing Dipper's
shoulders crashing his lips onto Dipper's.
Dipper is caught off guard at first but this kiss was different it wasn't out
of lust like from grunkle Ford but love. The abruptness of the initial contact
is soon replaced by a tender, loving, caring make out session with no immediate
sexual advances, which was refreshing to them both.
As the making out gets more heated on his bed Dipper pops a tent in his boxers
having not been touched by Ford or himself for a few days, his tanks are ready
to explode. "D-do you want me to help you with that?" Tyrone asks cautiously,
Dipper blushing a little. "I mean, if you want to, I'm not going to force you,"
he replies. Tyrone slowly unbuttoned Dipper's boxers, freeing his erection.
Their gaze never left each other's eyes as Tyrone lazily strokes Dipper's
throbbing cock as he starts to kiss Dipper's neck, just below the jaw line.
Dipper mewls sensually and squirms under Tyrone's touch, much in the same way
as he did with Ford, but this was so different. Tyrone's love and affection is
bliss in stark contrast to Ford's needy, lustful sessions. However, Dipper
feels an even bigger pit of guilt growing inside. Tyrone has picked up the
pace. Dipper is nearing his orgasm.
"Tyrone!" Dipper lungs heave as he climaxed. "I love you too, Tyrone."
The very next day Tyrone comes back to Dipper's room crying from another brutal
session. Cuts on top of cuts that haven't had time to heal yet, bruising on top
of bruising. Poor Tyrone is gripping his previously dislocated shoulder that
was roughly popped back in by Ford. Dipper is the only confront Tyrone has.
Dipper feels such regret, remorse, guilt and responsibility. 'How can I put
someone through this, was it a good decision-making Tyrone?' Dipper thinks,
gently stroking Tyrone's back, careful not to hurt him. 'I'm a monster, for
letting him suffer. I should suffer too.' Dipper thinks his dark thoughts
looming over him casting a shadow of deep depression.
Once Tyrone manages to fall asleep, Dipper enter the bathroom and breaks his
cheap plastic razor, holding the still sharp blade in his hand, he looks up
into the mirror and watches his reflection change from his to Tyrone's battered
and bruised face. "I'm sorry, Tyrone. This is my penance," Dipper says to
himself, dragging the cold steel razor blade across his upper forearm near the
elbow. He winces in pain as the slit pours blood into the sink.
Dipper starts to wear long-sleeved shirts to hide his shame--not that it was
unusual for his new attire. Everytime Ford has Tyrone, Dipper adds a new cut to
his arms. When he overhears one of these sessions, all he could hear was
grunting and whales of pain from a crying Tyrone. Dipper cuts himself right
then and there, making sure it was extra deep and painful. Soon, Dipper's
forearms are littered with cuts and scars, both old and new.
One day, Ford takes Dipper to dinner a semi-fancy place. He's quiet most of the
time until he excuses himself to the bathroom. Ford also needs to relieve
himself, so he follows. As they are both washing their hands Ford notices scars
and cuts on Dipper's wrists since he has his sleeves slightly rolled up to wash
his hands. Ford doesn't mention it. Later at home, Ford wants to get his freak
on so grabs Tyrone and sees his wrists are not cut. He looks Tyrone right In
the eye. "The jig is up. Where's Dipper?" Ford says, not expecting an answer
anyway so he assumes Dipper's room. Ford bursts in the door, scaring Dipper.
The boy nearly jumps out of his own skin while lounging in bed.
"Ford!" Dipper yells in shock. Ford begins to speak, pissed. "You think you can
trick me again and get away with it." he shoved Tyrone onto the ground in-
between him and Dipper.
Fearing the worst, Dipper jumps through the window onto the snow covered roof
before falling off it, into the snow below and turned up relatively unharmed.
Dipper makes his escape. He cannot face Ford, not after this.
Dipper heads for the mountains with Ford and Tyrone chasing after him. Dipper
has a good head start on them, plus being the most physically able out of the
three helps him stay ahead of them.
Dipper decides to end this where it all began. Dipper peers over the steep rock
face where he and Ford studied the Yetis all those months ago and where the
abuse started. For Dipper, he knows there is only one way out.
He jumps.
Dipper is gone.
Ford and Tyrone look over the edge.
The duplicate is devastated.
"Haha~ haha! That's what you get, Sixer. You should have never had that metal
plate removed!" Bill gloats victorious finally relinquishing Ford's body.
"BILL! You sick monster!" Ford yells as Bill fades away into thin air, having
finally gotten his revenge. "Dipper, Tyrone I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Ford
grovels on his knees defeated.
Ford just sent Tyrone back and no one is the wiser. Dipper isn't even missed.
If Tyrone told anyone, they would think he's crazy.
End Notes
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g in constant fear of being sexually assaulted he was too
                        much of a coward to give it up.
                                        
 Tyrone had been facing all of this by himself for so long now, he never got a
break. Dipper hated everything that was going on, all of it, the sex, creating
Tyrone, never saying no to Ford in the first place, all of the pain Tyrone was
                                  feeling...
                                        
 He should be feeling pain, too. He doesn't want the sex anymore, the orgasms
 and pleasure were never enough to make it hurt any less so he doesn't miss it
 one bit. Tyrone shouldn't be the only one hurting from all of this, and sure,
Dipper is still hurting emotionally and reeling from everything and drowning in
    his own sorrow but he feels like Tyrone is getting the shit end of the
                 nightmare stick they've been dealt together.
                                        
 So he hurts himself. It's dumb, he knows, he seen those videos and had those
talks too, his friend Jenny back home would cut herself and he knows it doesn't
 solve anything. But some distorted part of him, which is funny because every
single part of him feels distorted, feels better when his thighs ache from the
 small cuts in them, because now his legs burn when he walks too, just like he
                              knows Tyrone's are.
                                        
  He puts little lines into the inside of his thighs every time he can't find
  Tyrone, because he knows Ford has him. He heard it one day, sitting in the
  living room after he made sure Tyrone wasn't anywhere he could easily find
 meaning no one else could either. He heard them in Ford's room, it was faint,
 anyone else would have brushed it off but he knows what those sounds are. The
 breathing, the soft scuffs on the floor, ear pressed up to the door he heard
         the telltale signs of his own grunting and Ford's soft moans.
                                        
It made him sick and he wanted to burst into the room and rip Tyrone away from
him like he wished someone else had done for him. Instead he walked away, got a
can of Pitt Cola, drank it on his way to his room, sat and waited. He finished
his soda, dug his nails into the cuts on his legs and smiled when Tyrone walked
                                      in.
                                        
 He comforted him like always and everything was going down routinely until he
                   heard his own, broken voice speak to him.
                                        
   “Please...i can't take it anymore...just for tomorrow, just take my place
                                 tomorrow...”
                                        
   His stomach twisted horribly and he felt like he wanted to vomit with how
   horrible and responsible he felt for putting himself, no, another person
              through something like this, through this torture.
                                        
He cupped Tyrone's cheeks and pulled his face up to meet his own, staring deep
  into his eyes. “Of course I will...this is a team effort. You and me.” when
  Tyrone gave that tired half smile, Dipper found himself leaning forward and
                  pressing a chaste kiss to the others lips.
                                        
It didn't last too long, and when he pulls away he can't really figure out why
 he did it other then it felt right and it felt like the thing he should have
 done to make him feel better. Tyrone's smile grew bigger and he leaned in for
another kiss to which Dipper squeaked at, but let happen. This one last longer
             and was more of a kiss then a quick peck like before.
                                        
 It was really, really nice. He didn't know how else to describe it other then
                                     that.
                                        
                           And he kinda wanted more.
                                        
They were interrupted by a call for dinner, and Tyrone let Dipper go eat so he
 could lay and rest. Dipper would normally bring some back for him but, paper
clones don't have to eat. So when he returned he just sat next to Tyrone on the
  bed, as much as he could considering it was a twin size, and he started to
                                 simply read.
                                        
 At some point Tyrone woke up, shifting to put his head in Dipper's lap. “Read
it to me...” he asked softly and if he wasn't paying attention Dipper wouldn't
have heard it. He read out loud, softly but with emotion as he knows he'd like
  to hear it read for him and it was really nice. Just hanging out was nice.
                                        
    Tyrone ended up sitting up and leaning on Dipper as they read the book
together, talked about the scenes in it or the way certain things were written.
           It was sudden when Tyrone made that comment towards him.
                                        
                     “You're really cute, you know that?”
                                        
   His cheeks heated up and he didn't really know how to respond. He thought
  Tyrone was cute, too. He just nodded awkwardly and cleared his throat. “Uh,
 thanks, man...You're cute too. Super cute.” at this Tyrone smiled. Since when
did he have a charming smile like that? Why was Tyrone so confident compared to
                                     him?
                                        
   “Hey, Dipper?” He asked softly, his hand gently pushing down the book in
   Dipper's hands. “Um, yes?” his voice was so quiet, he wishes he knew what
                             Tyrone was thinking.
                                        
   “Can I kiss you again?” Tyrone's volume matched his, their bodies getting
 closer slowly but surely. Dipper had to let out a chuckle at this. He nodded
   slowly and the next thing he knew, they were holding onto each other and
                         kissing softly but lovingly.
                                        
 Their tongues soon came into play and Dipper couldn't find himself wanting to
   stop it whatsoever. Their hands wandered over each others bodies, knowing
  exactly where to touch that would make the other jump or shudder. It was so
                   different from when they were with Ford.
                                        
   They took their time, went slow and delicately, enjoyed the situation and
  didn't take it for granted. They didn't have to have sex to prove that they
were in love with one another, or to prove that they cared, none of the things
          Ford liked to tell them which always felt slimy and wrong.
                                        
     It got heated fast and Tyrone pulled back when Dipper bit his lip in
 excitement. “Ow! Jeez, t-take it easy, huh?” he laughed out, licking at lips.
  Dipper ducked his head down in shame and embarrassment. “Oh wow, sorry man,
   uh...oh god...” he pulled his clone close trying to hide his face. Tyrone
  simply smiled and wrapped his arms around Dipper. “It's okay...i love you,
               Dipper.” and at that he thinks his heart stopped.
                                        
                           “I love you too, Tyrone.”
                                        
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   “Dipper! There you are, boy.” Ford made a B-line toward him the moment he
 stepped inside causing the teen to jump in his seat on the floor. He was just
enjoying some cold pizza from last night and watching TV when Ford had came in
 looking disheveled and excited. It scared Dipper. “Uh, what's up Great Uncle
   Ford...?” he asked timidly, setting his half eaten slice back down on his
                                    plate.
                                        
  “Come with me, you're gonna love what I just found!” He smiles brightly and
 looks genuinely happy which puts Dipper at ease. Maybe it'll just be a normal
           day today, hanging out, finding cool stuff. He hopes so.
                                        
 He scrambles to his feet, rubbing the grease off of his hands onto his jeans
and following his uncle outside. “What is it? Is it a creature or an anomaly?”
he questioned Stanford softly, right on his heels as they seemed to be heading
 into the forest. His uncle didn't say anything, simply too lost in trying to
                       find it, whatever it was, again.
                                        
  It didn't take too long before they were both crouched by a patch of softly
  glowing spores. Dipper wasn't too big a fan of fungi but the fact that they
      were glowing and blue with deep green spots interested him enough.
                                        
 They got some samples and Ford explained how he had seen them a few times and
  always wanted to study them but never got to until now, they seemed to be a
 seasonal thing. It was nice, today was really nice and it almost felt normal.
              Until there was an arm draped around his shoulders.
                                        
 Squeezing his arm and shoulder and stroking gently, Dipper felt like an idiot
for thinking he could go for so long without getting touched. He let the scene
  play out like it always did; Kissing, groping, being shoved up against some
nearby object which happened to be a tree in this situation. He would have felt
shame and embarrassment for being outside doing something like this, if he had
                   any shame and embarrassment left in him.
                                        
 Ford was on his knees, kissing at Dipper's belly when he popped the button on
his jeans, yanking them down his legs. When his boxers were pulled down as well
  Dipper expected to have his privates assaulted or to be flipped around and
 prepped for penetration but nothing happened. The air hit his sweaty skin and
  it felt kinda cold and awkward just standing there like that so he dared to
                                open his eyes.
                                        
Ford was just...staring. Staring at his crotch with this unreadable expression
 and Dipper started to panic, this has never happened before, it was going so
                        routinely, whats gonna change?
                                        
    “Dipper, what are these...? Are these...cuts?” Ford questioned sternly,
sounding upset. His fingers grazed over the already scarred and haled lines on
his inner thighs. His breath hitched in his throat. Fuck. Fuck, oh god, how do
 you explain them? They weren't an accident, they were too precise and clean!
                                        
“They've already healed up...you didn't have any of this two days ago, there's
  no way you could have this and I would have not noticed, there's too many.”
 Ford began to pull his boxers and jeans back up. He was upset, angry, maybe?
 Dipper was shaking, eyes darting anywhere they could, he couldn't speak, his
               throat felt dry. What would his uncle do to him?
                                        
“Dipper, answer me.” the man demanded and he was surprised with what he got in
  return. Dipper fled, running as fast as his limbs would allow, he couldn't
   handle it, the stress was too heavy and the situation, god he was already
 crying. He ran straight into the shack, practically shoulder bashing the door
open his in frantic state. He wanted to go to his place of comfort, somewhere,
     someone he knew could make him feel better when things got this bad.
                                        
  Yanking his bedroom door open, Dipper panted harshly as he stared at Tyrone
 sitting on their bed. Tyrone dropped the book he was reading, he stood up and
                             rushed over so fast.
                                        
“Dipper, what happened?! Are you okay?!” He cupped his cheeks and stared at the
other right in his eyes, trying to figure out why he was crying and looking so
 panicked. “We've been found out! I-i screwed up and....F-ford, he knows!” He
                      blubbered out, wiping at his tears.
                                        
Heavy footsteps crawled their way down the hall and Tyrone's first instinct was
 to pull Dipper close to protect him, wrapping his arms around him though they
                         both were shaking with fear.
                                        
  “Dipper, please, why did you run?! What are you--” Stanford found that his
sentence didn't matter anymore, a look of utter confusion crossing his features
  when he found the boy in his room, clutching onto...himself for dear life,
                        while also protecting himself.
                                        
The look of confusion didn't last long. Stanford is a smart man, he can put two
 and two together a lot faster and with less information than most people, but
                 the words dripped with authority and demand.
                                        
  “You have a lot of explaining to do, Dipper Pines, and I suggest you do it
                                     now.”
                                        
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                      “And that's....that's why I, uh...”
                                        
 “It's why he cut.” Tyrone finished for him, squeezing his knee. Dipper wanted
 to smile at the reassurance but he felt emotionally drained at the moment. He
 just had to spill everything to Ford. Everything being the copy machine, the
      first time having Tyrone around, and why they were swapping places.
                                        
Of course, being the obsessive child he is, Dipper couldn't ever tell Stanford
 the real reason why they were doing it. Tyrone couldn't either, he was still
 Dipper after all. They BS'd that Dipper couldn't physically handle all of the
sex and that's why they had to share it. The whole cutting thing was harder to
explain, Dipper had to make up stories about PTSD of Weirdmaggedon or something
                              along those lines.
                                        
 It seemed to work so far, Ford was taking the bait, he looked very upset and
distraught but at himself. He apologized to them, told Dipper he understood all
   of his ailments, albeit the ones he didn't have but it meant something to
                     Dipper that he would say that anyhow.
                                        
Both of the boys didn't fail to notice that Ford said nothing about letting up
  on the sex, though. That never even crossed Stanford's mind and Dipper felt
 like he was crazy because he didn't want to say anything, he just accepted it
                                    as is.
                                        
  It's okay, he was going home in a few weeks. He'd be free. He'd never come
back, him and Tyrone would learn to live without Ford and live with each other.
  This fantasy kept everything alive, it kept him alive throughout those few
                                    weeks.
                                        
Dipper stayed true to his word when he said he'd take it for Tyrone. Ford said
he suddenly felt weird having sex with Tyrone instead anyways, he wanted Dipper
 not some clone of him. Dipper would find out on his birthday that this was a
                                very bad thing.
                                        
“Why doesn't he like me..? He hates me, doesn't he? He doesn't even want to be
around me!” Tyrone wailed, hiding his face in his hands. He had rushed upstairs
 after it came clear to him that he couldn't spend the birthday downstairs at
  the party with everyone else because he was the clone, not the real thing.
                                        
    Dipper spent most of his birthday consoling Tyrone, bringing him cake,
      surprised he could eat his, and talking about the future with him.
                                        
“Don't you get it? We're free, Tyrone! Who cares if Ford doesn't like us or we
    never see him again, we don't deserve this...i-i love Great Uncle Ford
but...but what he's doing to us is wrong. I love you, you deserve to be happy.”
     He placed a kiss onto Tyrone's lips, the pair haven gotten much more
        comfortable with this sudden burst of narcissism between them.
                                        
 They more than enjoyed each others company and touches, and Dipper would even
go as far to admit that he would have sex with Tyrone. Sometime later down the
                  road, though, he was sick of sex right now.
                                        
Tyrone helped Dipper pack up and Dipper thought of ways to explain to Mabel the
  situation of an extra Dipper Pines at hand when Ford came walking into the
                                   bedroom.
                                        
  “Ah, your sister isn't here? Good, good.” He mumbles to himself, siting on
 Mabel's now empty and plain bed. The two boys sat across from him waiting to
                         hear whatever he had to say.
                                        
                    “Tyrone can't leave with you, Dipper.”
                                        
   He laughed softly, it was awkward and forced. “What do you mean...?” Why
couldn't anything go right? Why couldn't his uncle not have touched him at all
                  and none of this would have ever happened?
                                        
“You can't go back home, I'm sorry. There's no way you'll be able to explain to
 your parents who you are without spilling secrets about Gravity Falls and if
you can't do that then, what are you going to do, hide him for the rest of his
 life?” the way he said it, sort of smug, as if there was no point in talking
about it because he had already done it for him. He looked proud with himself.
                                        
                                 “I...we can-”
                                        
     “You can figure it out?” Ford cut Dipper off. “No you can't, it's too
complicated and the two fo you will just feel suffocated and lost, only one of
 you will have a life and the other will be hidden away.” He stood up, putting
  his hands into his pockets. Dipper couldn't breathe again and neither could
            Tyrone. They both stared blankly at the wooden floors.
                                        
 Everything was crashing around them, this summer wasn't worth it, they should
 have stayed home. Sure they wouldn't have had each other but even being alone
                    would have been better than..than this.
                                        
                        This was a goddamn clusterfuck.
                                        
 “Now, don't worry...” Ford walked over to them. He placed a six fingered hand
                     onto Tyrone's shoulder and squeezed.
                                        
 “I'll take good care of him, Dipper.” Tyrone looked over at his opposite with
pleading eyes. He didn't want to say anything and honestly neither did Dipper.
                                        
 He hated himself. Hated, hated, hated himself. He wanted to throw up. He was
digging his nails into the palms of his hands, the crescent marks digging in so
 much that they started to cut into his skin. He bit and chewed on his lip and
                      it was becoming raw from the abuse.
                                        
Abuse. It's probably what Tyrone was going through right now. Right now, Dipper
 was sitting on a comfy bus bench snuggled up next to his sister and watching
  the remnants of the worst time of his life fly past the window as he leaves
            Gravity Falls for the last time. He wasn't coming back.
                                        
 Right now, Tyrone was alone with their Uncle. Dipper sold him out, he said it
 was okay, that Tyrone would be okay. They'd facetime and Skype each other and
 talk all the time, that'd totally make up for fucking him over and bailing on
         him because he wanted wanted to be free, any means necessary.
                                        
                       He just wanted to be okay again.
                                        
                   Neither of them would ever be okay again.
 
 
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