Worse Than Bill Cipher
Written by EvantheNerd83
Author's Note: I do not own Gravity Falls. Alex Hirsch and Disney Television do.
As the inky infinity hangs overhead
Thousands of eyes unblinking
Young Dipper Pines lays in bed
Mind fully awake, not sinking.
The young and intelligent boy
Who's just left the hospital
Has just gathered from a ploy
That there is space so infinismal.
Crickets chirping in the distance
Stars hanging over the Mystery Shack
His mind is waiting for the menace
That had taken his body with no slack.
Dreams fleeing into the void of night
Running through his head like film
Can not clear his eyes of the crying sight
When he senses something close to him.
Mind tries to flee when he can make him out
And when he sees clearly what he is
All he wants to do is to scream and shout
But, he doesn't feel like it would be his business.
The memory of the triangular demon with one eye
A black top hat resting above his tip
And with just an eye as deep as the sky
He speaks even without a pair of lips.
He is yellow, the color of a coward
And he moves freely in the malleable dream
Yet he doesn't move towards him, no it's away from him, he goes toward
Now, with a clear view, Dipper can see that it isn't what it seems.
No, the demon has one eye but can still express
Dipper can see what he has on his face
He can see the clear and present distress
As the demon flees in a blank space.
In his mind, Dipper laughs and is confused
This isn't like the dream demon
He is usually amused, sadistically amused
When he encounters a scared human.
Dipper remembers the pain he felt earlier this day
The bloody scratches and dislocated fingers
Left by the demon after his sister's sock puppet play
As he shocked the audience and the singers.
Bill Cipher is known for his love for pain
He mentally smiles when there's crying
He thinks that dying is a game
And he enjoys it when the used body is dying.
Dipper can see the fear in the demon's eye
That eye that watches and sees all
And even though he doesn't know why
He can see the white sweat falling down slopes so tall.
"Bill might not see me," He says in his dream
He thinks this, but it all goes flying out the window
As the demon, flying away, turns towards him quickly as a stream
And when Bill says, his voice coming, echoing, as his body begins to glow.
"Pine Tree, you better wake up," He yells, voice loud and booming
"Cause' He is coming soon!"
Bill laughs for a reason Dipper doesn't know, far to the horizon edge zooming
The landscape trembling and shaking, waves emerging and the floor becoming dunes.
A loud rumble sounds from the sky, up in the sky down
Dipper looks up with reluctant fear
And as soon as he sees what's seeping down with an inhuman sound
He feels his ear become unable to hear.
Down from the past sky so white
The blank canvas of the dreamscape
Comes an abomination, such an eldritch sight
Tearing through the sky like tape.
The white folds in, peeling away into curls
Reality and Dipper's mind start to cry out in denial
In from the seeing dark, His thick, black tentacles unfurl
Red leaks in from places so alien, so insane, so vile.
Roars sound from all around the shattered paradise
As the Thing comes from His home, His fiery prison behind the walls
Transcendent body mixed with shapes non-elucid, infinite pupil less eyes
As He gets as close as He can get to Gravity Falls.
The sight of Him breaks Dipper's mind and drags him below
As he sees the Thing's sounds echo into dull, invalid space.
The sweet, sweet release of madness allows him not to know
Of Him and the others of His race.
A race so alien in Their might and mind
Towering, infinite, uncaring, ever watching
Evolved past evolution which was left behind
But whose attempts at waking, They have been botching.
Tentacles reach down towards the solid, rippling landscape
Memories erasing, mind breaking until- Until It reaches his ears.
The echoing song breaking through the walls
Mixing into laughter, some raving God calling for fears
Bursting in through the dreamscape.
Chanting, deep, echoing, loud, filling his ears with the dark
Black in Its voice, darkness personified.
Branding into his senses, an ancient mark
Dipper finally falls and his mind dies.
The song of Him, sung by His chorus
Screaming with fire and death
The words even Bill doesn't know, even less than us
As His being bleeds into our shade, bleeds and bleeds and bleeds.
Mind broken and in His mouth, Dipper laughs and screams
Dying and living and knowing the truth
Dipper's mind dies yet he continues to dream
As the Thing sinks into his mind, His teeth.
By morning, Mabel won't be able to wake her brother
Stan will resume working on the portal after the funeral, for Sixer
No death will stop him from following his brother's instructions down to the letter
Not knowing that there are worse beings out there, worse than Bill Cipher.