Bill sat down on the chair in his office, typing away on his laptop, eyes darting toward the door that was creaking open. "So Bill..I hear you're a pretty good hit man." The man in the business suit says, pulling out a wad of money from his pocket. Bill eyed the money, eyes looking up at the man. "Go on." he said with a snicker.
Bill hummed as he watched Dipper, the newspaper boy, always out and about advertising but never getting any business. That wouldn't be a problem soon enough. He put on his best smile, wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulders. "Hey pine tree!" Bill said with a happy tune, flicking the small pine tree on the other's hat, earning a soft glare. "What is it Bill? I'm busy." Bill brushed off his words, leading him away into a dark alley, dragging with him a grumbling Dipper. "Bill I said I can't--oof!" he groaned, blinking up at Bill, who had slammed him against the wall. "I've got a job to do, kid." He said, pulling out his gun, pointing it at Dipper's head. The boy's eyes widened, face going pale. There was no way he could be serious?! Sure Bill was a hit man but..this was crazy! "B-Bill..you're joking, right..?" He whimpered, slowly sliding down to the ground, tearing up when he was the grinning man slowly shake his head, "Not today Pine tree." He said before pulling the trigger. Bill sighed and lowered his gun, giving a small wave to the now dead boy in front of him. "See you later Pine Tree." He said with a smirk before sprinting off.
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