Hey Fallers! After writing the Disney Factory, I figured I'd take a little break from terrifying people, which I had no idea I was apparently so good at doing. So now, I'm writing a story about Bill Cipher's life before he was an insane demon! Also, some of the things I write may shock you. Correction, it will shock you.
Gravity Falls, Oregon, the only place I ever had that was even close to a home. A strange little town, that holds so many secrets, and is definately overlooked by many.
I'll admit, in my much younger years, I didn't think so. I was found as a baby outside of the Mystery Shack, back before most of the Ten were even born, and the two Stans weren't old men yet, in a cardboard box. Back then, Stanford wasn't really a con-man, him and his twin brother Stanley just lived a life in their weird cottage-shack-thingy. But that doesn't mean they did nothing! They're actually in a secret society, but I'll get to that later.
Stanley immediately took me in the first second he saw me there. As for Stanford, he wasn't too keen of taking in a stranger in a town where it can be hard sometimes to trust others, even something so small and innocent.
"Stanley, who knows where that thing could have come from? For all we know, he could be another deadly being, disguised as an infant!" Stanford worried.
"Please, Stanford, I know it's hard for you to trust others, but a baby?! Really? I think you're worrying too much." Stanley said, as he was cradling me in his arms. He then held me up and presented me to his brother.
"See? How can you resist his cuteness?"
"Someday Stanley, I hope you're not as soft as you are now."
"And I hope you're not so cold to helpless children." Stanley remarked. After that come-back, Stanford piped down.
"Alright, let's keep him for now." he said.
"Great! See, you still have your soft side!" Stanley grinned.
"Yeah, yeah, talk while you still can." Stanford threatened, even though he wasn't really serious. "But for now, what are we gonna call the little fella?"
The twins turned their heads, and noticed that I had vanished.
"Hurry! We have to find him!" Stanley panicked, and ran around searching.
After some searching, they finally found me in the living room, chewing on a dollar.
"Get that out of your mouth!" Stan yanked the money away from my mouth, and I started to cry.
"Stanford! It's just one dollar! Give it to him!" Stanley then pulled a dollar out of his pocket, and gave it to me, quickly putting it in my mouth.
"Out of all the things to put in his mouth...who knew." Stanford marveled.
"That's it!" Stanley shouted.
"What?"
"Bill! We'll call him Bill! Bill Pines."
"That doesn't have a very nice ring to it." Stanford pointed out.
"Well, do you have any better ideas?" Stanley asked.
"...No..."
"That settles it! Bill Pines it is!"
Stanford grumbled and went off to his bedroom. Stanley grabbed me, and began to rock me back and forth, watching as I fell asleep.
"Welcome to your new home, Bill. Everything will be okay." Stanley whispered.
If they had known what was yet to come, both Stanford and Stanley would have left me there to die, while I was still so small and vunerable. For what I am now, is a monster.