In the forest of Gravity Falls, Oregon, there was a statue. It was considered by some as meaningless. A triangle with a bowtie and top hat with his arm stretched out. But most of the townsfolk understood the true meaning of it. Coincidentally, those people stayed as far away as they could from it. And it was for that reason the statue stayed stuck in the ground for so many years.
Years of rain did nothing to its surface. Whatever the statue was made of, it was extremely durable. The outstretched hand remained poised, begging for someone to shake it. But to no avail. The children of Gravity Falls had been warned by their parents to stay away from it.
Decades of vegetation growth failed to cover the figure. It somehow managed to stay above the bed of vines that stretched across the forest floor. At one point a bird had nested on the edge of its top hat. Fungi flourished around the base of the triangle, but none dared touch the stone surface.
Even centuries of occasional earthquakes didn't topple the monument. The frozen hand was still extended, awaiting the day its grip was filled. Only the most rebellious teenagers would approach the statue. And even they kept their distance. Stories from their grandparents of a "Weirdmageddon" were enough to deter them.
A millennium after its formation, the personified isosceles was still in the same place. The written stories of generations past were regarded with a sense of disdain. While the exact whereabouts of the statue had been forgotten, its existence had become almost legend. A few pioneering explorers occasionally ventured into the woods, but even with their most advanced detection systems came out empty handed.
It was a balmy summer day when the statue was finally rediscovered. Gravity Falls High School was out on a field trip to the woods, and by chance one of the students bumped into it. She didn't know what to make of it. It seemed alien compared to the surrounding woods, and it had a certain appeal as well. She ran her fingers along the side, tracing over the eye and moving up his arm. The surface was smooth, and seemed almost fluid under her skin. When she got to the hand, she slipped hers into its grip. The stone darkened around her grip, and the entire arm became flexible. Prompted by an unexplainable feeling, she shook it up and down. The statue shuddered, but nothing else happened. Spooked, she left. It should be noted that the statue didn't remain there for much longer. The same could be said for the town of Gravity Falls. But all of this is ancient history. It's time to go bow down to the three sided tyrant now.
AN
Not sure exactly where this came from. I found the shot of Bill's statue in the forest rather inspiring. Just a side note, I was going to add a pun at the end about going on a tangent (Get it, geometry. Haha), but it didn't fit. Maybe another story ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Thanks for reading!