Trinity Cipher's POV
"You probably don't know I exist, right, dad? Mom passed away just a few months ago. She says she loves you, even after hearing about what you did… I came out to you already right? I'm learning how to make deals with people, and I'm learning how to-to control it. Its hard… It hurts…. I'm so lonely, dad… I know I should try to make friends but… How? I'm not normal, and they can sense it… They can see it…"
It shouldn't have been a ritual. I was nearly 20 by now, and every year I still went to Gravity Falls just to say hello to a statue that had once been my father. I laughed about it every time. 'I'll only go back this one last time… Sure… one more time… This is the last time, isn't it?' Yet, I still made plans… I stared at the stone hand inches away, standing and fitting mine into it. "See you next time… I've finally moved to Gravity Falls… Mom said that's where she wanted me to be… I'll talk to you later, Dad…"
My name is Trinity Cipher. My mother had fallen in love with a Dream Demon whom she made a contract with, and he had in turn loved her. The demon had given my mother the ability to get pregnant, but only once, and she had asked to have his child. I was born and the world cringed. Power pulsed inside of me, dangerous, deadly, world ending power. When my father was defeated all the magic, he had… transferred to me, and I became even more dangerous.
In my natural form I was a Triangle just like him. A three-sided shape with two layers of brick like markings and a hat. Difference was I didn't have a tie, and for some strange reason my body was a bit greener than his. I brushed myself off and straightened my hoodie. My eyes drifted up to the sky as I took the flower I brought and placed it in my fathers outstretched hand, between his thumb and forefinger so it wouldn't fall. I brushed the moss from his hat and arm, bowing in respect. My ideals weren't perfect, but I hated the fact that I had never truly met him.
Finally, I decided to leave. There was a well walked path of dirt that led to my father's stone rendering. No one took it seriously, always placing silly and sometimes disgusting things around it. I walked the path and remembered the time I'd found a dead squirrel corpse hanging from Bills outstretched hand, how my anger had been explosive, and I'd practically destroyed the little animal's body in rage, scattering ashes in the wind like one would brush away eraser shavings.
I sighed a bit and pulled a pack of cigarettes from my pocket. "Ugh…" Lighting one, I took a deep breath. There were voices up ahead, but I just ignored the fact I'd run into some people. I was a bit dark but I wasn't antisocial. My eyes rose as a pair walked around the path towards me. A man and what looked like his young son- young son being about my age looking? They saw me and the man seemed to tense a bit. I was a bit intimidating, with bleach blonde hair dyed green on one side of the hair part. A gauze eye patch to cover my right eye, and a strange yellow left eye that gave people the impression I was trying to be emo.
The young man, however, squared his shoulders and tilted his head at me curiously. I waved a bit as they passed. There were some strange people In the town we were in so I didn't stick out much. Sometimes I did dye my hair to look darker, since both the blonde and green was natural. After all, I was the son of a nightmare demon. What to expect other than a freak, right?
I passed the pair and waved a bit, muttering a soft "Good afternoon" to seem a bit friendlier than I appeared. My body was getting sluggish, and my mind was growing restless. As much as I loved being in a human form, controlling the power inside of it sucked. After all, who else had the power of a raging demon triangle inside them. Ugh. The man muttered something to his son and I sighed a bit, checking my phone as I walked the path. It was almost 7 in the afternoon. I stared down at it slightly surprised. After all, I'd been there for 3 hours venting and ranting about my life, it was a wonder my voice hadn't given out. My eyes closed softly in a brief pause. Haha…
For a moment I stood there, at the end of the path, my mind pulsing restlessly as my exhausted body rested in the few seconds I stayed. My father had met me once, showed me how to enter the dreamscape, to pull others into it. I was inclined to do so now, so I kept walking. My eyes opened yet again, my hand reaching to touch the patch I had on my right eye. It was such a big deal to my mom that I kept it covered, because it wasn't normal…
I shook my head. "I'm already insane mom, what was your point…?"