He couldn't figure it out. He had been gone for only a short time to him, yet here he was, staring at this woman. A woman who was currently devastated, at least that's what he could presume with her appearance. Her long brunette hair fell from what was a neat bun, tears stained down her cheeks, and her lipstick smeared with the mix of blood from the multiple cuts from the tree branches.
"Y-your a t-triangle..." She sputtered through shocked sobs. Watching as he floated in place.
He, though, mentally sighed. Even with being stone he was a triangle then. Yet somehow, this woman broke him free from his imprisonment those damn brats put him in.
"Yeah yeah, I'm a triangle. To be more precise, I'm the eye of providence.
An all powerful being. Now, what do you want." He duly spat.
"W-want?" Confusion was placed within that one word, causing irritation to set within him. He was grateful to be free, but his power was still low, but his temper was nothing but short.
"Let's just cut to the chase kid. I've got things to do. Name's Bill, I'm an all-powerful demon, ya want something, then we'll make a deal. " His gaze never wavered from the woman bellow him, though he thought he saw a brief shimmer of recognition cross her eyes. He wasn't entirely sure, though.
"O-oh..." Silence filled the air thickly as she looked at the ground between them. She looked pathetic and helpless. It disgusted him. She was nothing more but a meat sack to him. A puppet.
"Want something or not kid. Like I said I have things to-" "Baby."
Now that caught him off guard. Had he heard right? His single eye studied her more closely. Her head was cast down with her hair cascading over her eyes. Her leg cushioning her bottom from the hard ground. Her arms holding herself as her hands gripped the sleeves of the ripped black dress. When he didn't reply right away, her head raised to look at him. Repeating what she said. "A baby."
Thank you for reading. -Anetha Pham-La Gravity Falls belongs to the creator. Plot and idea belong to me.