Remember those "artists look like their art style" things ppl did? I'm finally proud enough of my art and my face to do one about 2 years late lmao All of these pieces can be found on my art blog!! @yumotohakone 💖💕
[Bipper] YOU DREW... AN entire PAGE... OF ME AND TY
[Bella]YEP
[Bipper] WHY?
[Bella] Why not?
{I drew this five months ago but I’m glad I get to share it with y'all.- Bella Pines}
Made for @ayoecho‘s triple dip au, based on this post! Enjoy the product of severe boredom and silliness.
Word Count: 1111 (no, seriously)
Summary: In which Dipper makes a video, Mabel plays bad cop, and Bill gets sassed repeatedly. (Polydip, heavy Tybip)
“Welcome to Dipper’s Guide to the Unexplained! Today we investigate… my boyfriend.”
“Dun dun dun!”
“Please no sound effects thank you.”
Dipper readjusted the camera away from his intro card, directing it towards Mabel and an irate Bill, who was sitting on (read: handcuffed to) a wooden chair. His face was covered in little bites and cuts, and his hair was a mess. Mabel had a bright light shining on his face and a glass of water on the nearby table.
“So, tell me again what happened to Tyrone?”
“I’m telling you nothing! This is treason!” Bill yelled, kicking his legs in protest.
Mabel growled, getting in his face. “You’re gonna tell us or we’ll dump you in the lake!”
Bill stared at her blankly. “No you won’t,” he monotoned.
“Try me,” Mabel countered. She reached for the glass of water.
“You know I don’t need a clone right?” He asked.
“Yes but if you don’t tell I’m not making you another,” Dipper called from behind the camera. “Look, just tell us what happened to Ty, and you can go set a shelf of the shack on fire, deal?”
Bill instantly brightened at the idea of sanctioned destruction. “Deal!” He grinned. Mabel shut off the harsh light, but didn’t uncuff him.
“So, I noticed that Tyrone was avoiding me at certain times of the month, and I figured, ‘does he not want me to see him when he bleeds?’ which is dumb, because we both go through it,” Bill rambled.
“I go to check up on him one night and I hear a bunch of crying and groaning, and I go ‘oh shit, those sound like bad cramps’ and obviously I’m not gonna let my boyfriend die, because clearly he was dying-”
“He was definitely not dying-”
“And I go inside the room, and he’s got bunny ears!”
Both Dipper and Mabel paused at that. “He… he’s got what?” Dipper asked.
“Bunny ears. And whiskers, and a lil bunny tail, and fangs,” Bill monotoned as if it was no big deal.
“Anyway, I stop and just stare for a second, because ‘what the hell? I know I make fun of Dipper for being a cat, and Tyrone for being skittish, but I didn’t think he was actually a rabbit!’ and then he hisses and jumps me!”
“Jumped as in, kisses?” Mabel teased. Bill glared and gestured with his free hand to his marred face. “Right right, continue.”
“After he tried to kill me, he jumped out the window and ran into the woods,” Bill finished. “And then you came in the room and thought I tried to kill him.”
“I never thought that,” Dipper muttered.
“So, he’s a werebunny?” Mabel concluded. “Is that why he keeps eating all the carrots?”
“I wasn’t aware he could eat carrots,” Bill muttered. “He’s probably attacking someone’s garden right now, if that helps.”
“So we lure him out with carrots, grab him, and… then what?” Dipper said, plans beginning to form in his mind. The twins turned to Bill, who shrugged.
“...Grunkle Ford?”
-
The camera cuts away to a dark clearing, somewhere in the middle of an evergreen forest. Bill is no longer handcuffed, and his face is bandaged up, but there is no werebunny in sight.
“Ok, so here’s the plan,” Dipper ranted. “We got a bag of baby carrots from the fridge-”
“Are these even still good?” Mabel asked.
“Not important. Anyway, we’re gonna leave them out and hide in the trees for Tyrone to show up. Grunkle Ford says that a werebunny can be subdued by grabbing them by the ears, so when Tyrone shows up, Bill will jump down from the trees-”
“Wait why me?”
“And grab Tyrone by the ears so we can figure out how to cure him. Ok?”
“I have a few concerns about why I’m the punching bag.”
“Because your body is disposable.”
Bill paused. “...Fair enough.”
The camera cuts again. This time, it’s a bird’s eye view, implying that the three kids are hiding in the trees. On the ground is the bag of baby carrots, opened so Tyrone can smell it.
In the corner of the clearing, a bush rustles, and out comes what can only be described as a bunny boy. True to Bill’s words, he’s got long, brown rabbit ears and barely visible (from that distance) whiskers. The rabbit boy creeps close to the bag of carrots, sniffing it carefully. Once he’s sure that it’s safe, he sits down and starts eating them. Oddly enough, he isn’t walking on all fours and nibbling like a rabbit, but rather he’s sitting criss cross and eating with his hands like a human.
“Ok, he took the bait,” Dipper whispered. “Now, Bill-”
“TELL MY STORY!!”
“Oh good lord.”
Bill dropped down from the trees, spread eagle like a skydiver, landing directly on top of Tyrone, who screamed. He couldn’t get away in time, and was flattened underneath the hellspawn.
“BILL! GET OFF ME!!” Tyrone screamed. All three of the bunny-hunters paused.
“You’re sentient!?”
-
The camera cuts one last time. Dipper and Mabel have climbed down from the trees. Mabel is on screen, but Dipper is not, meaning he’s holding the camera. Bill has not gotten off of Tyrone. Instead, he’s stroking the werebunny’s ears. Said ears are flicking in annoyance, and their owner is glaring up at Bill.
“What does that mean, ‘I’m sentient?’ Of course I’m sentient! When was I not?”
“When you attacked me!” Bill yelled, pulling away from his petting and pointing to his bandaged cheek. Tyrone paled.
“I attacked you? Oh god, I’m so sorry! I swear I don’t remember!”
“You don’t?” Dipper asked.
“No! I just remember wanting some carrots really badly, and then my face started itching really bad… the next thing I know I’m in the woods, and was trying to find my way home when I saw the carrots…” He trailed off. “Why did I eat those, anyway? How did I know they were still good?”
“They’re not, they expired last week,” Mabel muttered, looking at the bag.
“Tyrone, have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?” Dipper asked.
“No, why?”
Bill grabbed one of the ears and flopped it down on Tyrone’s face so he could see it. Tyrone gasped.
“What are those!?”
“Bunny ears. You’re a wererabbit,” Bill drawled, scritching Tyrone’s scalp, which made him melt. “Wonder how that happened, anyway…”
Mabel grinned at the camera. “To be continued, my dear brother?”
“To be continued!” Dipper called from behind the camera. “Next time, on Dipper’s Guide to the Unexplained, we try to cure Tyrone and find the source!”
