This story takes place some time ago, but not too long ago if we're being specific.

You have to realize this was a time when there were such things as superheroes and villains and powers, and the list goes on. There still is, of course, but not the way it was back then.

Here's a little warning, though, this story is a rather depressing one. If you're easily moved, touched, or even have emotions for a fact, I'd suggest you move along and read a fairytale instead.

Because this isn't a fairytale, no matter how much you want it and how much you crave for it. No, this is just a lesson of the consequences of hatred and passion.

Don't worry, it won't take long if that's what you're asking. Just make sure to remember there's no happy ending; we tend to forget that when it comes to most stories.

It starts with two twins by the names of Martin ''Dipper'' Jason Pines and Mabel Bianca Pines, both born to beloved and adored lawyers who loved them far too much. Blessed with their father's round caramel eyes and dark, wavy hair along with their mother's loving smile and face expressions, the two were the center of attention for the most part of their lives.

Dipper was well recognized by his quickening learning skills and intelligence, always ranking top in class and even beating upperclassmen in certain subjects. He was an easy going guy for the most part; he had a wide amount of friends and even a few girls after him. He never ceased to remain humble, however, always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone in need.

Mabel, on the other hand, was a more bubbly and outgoing twin who had too many friends to even keep track of. She was a master at all things crafts, and would often spend hours in the art room working on whatever new thing she could create. She wasn't as smart as Dipper was, but she bounced back from it by being a social butterfly, one who had talked to everyone and anyone in the entire school.

But besides from their desirable talents, they were normal to mostly anyone who came across from them. At least, they hope they were and could only wish to be so themselves.

See, the responsibility that came with being shooting star and pine tree were far too great for two seventeen year olds like them. They often spend their time off fighting whatever villain came to the city of Piedmont, but even if it was exhausting to them, they realized they were far too needed to even consider stopping their second lives. They'd been born with diverse powers each of them that only their parents knew about, after all, and there had to be a purpose for them.

So, they continued to fight crime and act as if nothing had occurred later on; whether it be at school or the family dining room. They were the perfect team in their opinion; what could be better than saving the day with your twin?

That is, until one of them was killed.

Now, I don't want to spoil too much, so I'll move on to the infamous Bill Cipher.

Unlike the Pines twins, Bill was born to a rich father who carried too much anger and bitterness in his aging body and a mother who'd disappeared as soon as he was born. With his father's icy, crystal eyes and scowl, along with his mother's dirty blond hair, he was often pushed away and left alone in a huge mansion by a man who cried out he had too much work to do and not enough time to spend with a kid. He had raised himself for the most part (all the servants and maids always switching throughout the years) and he had grown far too arrogant and hostile for his own good. But to him, it was not a weakness, but rather an advantage towards one less disappointment.

Bill was well known through the school, whether it be for the large amount of money his last name held or the way he purposely caused trouble anywhere he could. He wasn't liked by mostly anyone, most just keeping away and trying to stray away from his cruel antics, and whoever did like him, was simply due to wanting to be associated with the son of Wilfred Cipher. He didn't like them, as a matter of fact he loathed those type of people the most, but he had them wrapped around his finger and that was enough for him to keep them around.

However, there was more to him just like there was more to Dipper and Mabel Pines. See, Bill had spent too much time by himself, which led to the discovery of his own powers. He could control so much with his mind, he didn't know why or how, but he'd come to know this at ten years old. Now at seventeen, he'd learned to develop them so highly, he often liked to think he was unstoppable. Turning into the darkstar by night, he often thrilled off of causing chaos throughout the city, especially when the idiot superheroes came to stop him. He wanted everyone to feel the misery that had eaten him alive in his little years, and what better way to do so than hurting them all?

Bill certainly thought so, and his favorite part was definitely watching the life drain from each of his victims. Oh, how he loved having his powers.

Before you say anything, however, I must inform you of something very important and crucial in the story.

Yes, it is true that Bill and the Pines had come across both in costume and off, but they are unaware of each other's identities.

Not only that, but being the social girl she is, Mabel had attempted to converse with Bill on several occasions. Oh, how she reeked of hope and happiness when it came to each of her classmates. Surprisingly, Bill who had hated everyone with every part left of his soul, just couldn't seem to hate her. Whether it be her persistence or positivity or immunity to the word ''No'', Bill had treated her with more decency than the rest who surrounded him (which wasn't that much better, but in Bill's eyes, it was far too kind).

This didn't go well with Dipper, who insisted to his sister that there was ''something wrong with that Cipher guy''. She wouldn't listen, however, and would only shrug him off and remind him that there was good in every human being.

That's the sad part, don't you think? How wrong she was.

Because no matter how much she insisted or how much she argued against it, there would always be someone who proved otherwise.

But then again, most people thought the same about Bill Cipher. It's a shame they didn't get to see that there was a little good left in him after all.