I just joined the Gravity Falls fandom and the moment I did I started crushing on Bill Cipher. Jenna is sort of based off me, so this is sort of my excuse to ship myself with the Dorito.

Hope this will be sort of decent!
Welp, here we go.

Bill Cipher watched the town of Gravity Falls from his dimension. Gravity Falls, he thought, really Mystery Shack. It was always the Mystery Shack.

The dream demon adjusted his small top hat. Who knew, he thought sarcastically, that watching a dilapidated old building could be soooooooooooo dull?

And still it had to be done. He yawned and stretched his small black arms. He had been watching the inhabitants of the shack for days, looking for points of interest. Points of interest. He was doing that thing again. Was there a name for that thing? The thing where he evaded his purpose. He wasn't looking for points of interest, he was looking for the journal.

The journal, or one of them at least.

He looked a little closer at the stream of tourists going in the doors of the shack. This was one of the very few semi un-dull moments, when he got to people watch. This time of day was primetime for tourists. His wandering eye settled suddenly on one of the people in the line. It was a young woman, with shoulder-length blond hair and hazel eyes. She was smiling and laughing at the teenage boy next to her, Bill figured must've been her brother. He kept staring at her, though. She was beautiful, and beauty was something he didn't notice very often. His eye was fixed on her until she walked into the shack and out of his line of sight.

He sighed as the disappearance of that point of interest and went back to his watch, but hard as he looked not one of the patrons of the Mystery Shack caught his attention as that girl had.

The sun sank further in the sky behind the trees and Bill realized that he hadn't seen the girl leave. Her brother had gone several hours ago, or was it? Bill didn't have a good concept of time. Anyway, he hadn't seen her come out yet and was starting to grow curious.

As if on cue, she walked out onto the lawn of the shack. She was reading a book.

A souvenir?

No

The Journal!

He couldn't tell which one it was, but that hardly mattered. How'd she get it? Did Pinetree give it to her? Did she steal it? He needed to get it, and lo and behold, there it was. Right in front of him.

All he had to do was get it.

But that would be easy, he thought with a smile. He willed his form to change and it did, stretching and elongating until he looked human.A good-looking human, he couldn't help adding. He wore his top hat and bow tie, those hadn't changed, and he also wore a small yellow vest that resembled the skin of his "triangle" form. He wore elbow-length black gloves and boots, and his left eye, dead to sight, pulsed blue; the color of its pupil, the coded figures surrounding it, and the scar that went across his cheek and over his eyelid. His skin was tannish, and his spiky hair was half-yellow and half-black, so like the rest of him. He swung his cane and said aloud; "No mortal girl shall resist the charms of Bill Cipher!" He smirked and snapped his fingers, (he was feeling showy) and vanished.

Jenna Jackson walked slowly toward her home, a small cabin at the edge of the woods. Her nose was buried in the book that Dipper Pines had given her. It was opened to the page about gnomes, which she was learning up on after they attacked her.

It had been a day like any other until she decided to check out the gift shop that her friends were raving about. She didn't see what the big deal was, but had decided to go to see if it was all that it was made out to be.

It wasn't.

After being greeted by "Mr. Mystery" as she walked in she immediately smelled the scam. So she smiled and nodded and followed the tour until she could've sworn she saw something move.

It was a garden gnome, like the ones her mom owned. Her mom thought that they were adorable, but she had always found them rather creepy. She reached out and poked it and turned as a pair of kids, probably twins, ran at her, yelling.

"Don't touch it!"

She whirled around as the gnome, very much alive, let out a war cry. She laughed a little and poked the gnome's nose. "Don't worry, guys," she addressed the kids. "What's this little guy going to do to me?" She regretted that statement immediately as several of his gnome friends jumped out from behind the table.

They carried her off, having decided to make her their queen, until the kids, Dipper and Mabel, scared them off with leaf blowers. "How'd you know that would work?" She'd asked. They'd looked at each other and Dipper and pulled out a worn old book. He explained that it was a journal written by an unknown author that was basically a how-to guide for fending off weird monsters. And gnomes.

After a bit of persuasion, Dipper had lent it to her so she could read up in case she needed to defend herself again. Because, quote, "gnomes always attempt revenge." She had finished the gnome part and was skimming through the pages when she bumped into someone. "Sorry!" She looked up and the tail end of her apology caught in her throat. It was a man, handsome but stick-skinny, very tall, with an eyepatch over one eye and a confident smirk on his face.

"Sorry to bump into you like that, miss, but," he looked down at the journal. "I can't help but to notice your reading material." His lone eye met hers and he smiled again. "I'm an avid reader, you see, and this is exactly the book I'm looking for to complete my favorite series." He rested a black gloved hand on the book, his fingers brushing hers. "I would be willing to purchase it from you for a handsome sum." Despite her desire to agree, she remembered what Dipper had told her about the book.

A journal written by an unknown author.

Favorite series?

Something was going on. She looked down at the page. "Trust No One!" was written in bold letters across it.

Trust no one.

"I'm sorry sir," she said, flashing a smile to mirror his, "but this was given to me by a friend and I simply couldn't sell it without his permission." A look of anger flashed across his face but it was quickly masked once again by that smile. He leaned down until he was at her eye level. Very close. "Are you sure?" He asked. "I would be ever so grateful." She tried to control the red that was spreading across her face and took a few steps back. "No, and that's final."

The man scowled. "Fine, if you won't sell the book, maybe we can make some sort of deal." He smiled again. "Would you tell me why you're reading it? I do so love to find people who share my taste in books."

"Sure, I suppose," Jenna said in a puzzled tone. He grinned and stuck out his hand. "My name is Bill."

"Jenna," she replied, and grasped his hand. Strange, she thought, I'm falling. Then all went dark.

So how was that? Let me know what you think in the comments!