A/N: I'm still here, guys! and I'm back with a new fanfic. This time, it's Gravity Falls, and it's my very first one. Hooray for me! Now, enough of my jabber. Go on ahead and read that jabber. I hope you enjoy it.

Theme Songs
1. Aviators - Spirit of Chaos
2. Wooden Toaster + H8Seed - Awoken

Beg.
11/28/2015
11:52p

Chapter One: The Start of Light

It was yet another weird, horrifying day for the civilians of the usually quaint but off town of Gravity Falls. The town was broken, debris and trash strewn across the streets, and the sky was a chaotic swirl of orange, red and green, and in a certain place was the Fearamid, floating near this strange rift in the sky. People came to fear this monument, and its creator would have it no other way.

The eponymous triangular dream demon sat on a large throne crafted by various human-shaped stones his demon eyes collected during their first day here. He looked down at his demon friends, watching them have fun playing games and dancing like maniacs. Bill Cipher chuckled; he'd join in too, but he was too busy mentally planning out his nightly terrorizing of the town. The dream demon wondered if he should take the hot rod, but quickly decided against it.

The townsfolk would be way too scared much too soon for his liking by that roaring entrance. And so, he decided to simply take himself down to Gravity Falls; Bill jumped off his throne, but his feet didn't dare touch the floor.

He really liked levitating. It made him feel powerful and above everyone, especially those skin puppets over which he had full reign. Bill laughed evilly, his "shoulders" bouncing; honestly, they were so easy to trick that it's a wonder they knew how to take care of themselves and all they care about. It almost made him feel bad about bringing on the weird apocalypse.

But "almost" simply wasn't good enough.

The dream demon turned to his compadres, as he opened the door with a flourish of his hand.

"Behave yourselves, my friends! this demon is going out for a night on the town!" he chuckled, summoning his cane and twirling it for a while; his friends looked at him and smiled, and he returned the motion with his eye, "Heh, who am I kidding? knock yourselves out!"

One of his friends, 8-Ball, was about to knock himself out, and Bill stopped him, "Woah, woah, woah! I don't mean literally!" and subtly rolled his eye as said demon chuckled sheepishly and everyone else pointed fingers and laughed.

The triangular demon then levitated backwards out the door, slowly, and Pacifier waved him off, saying that they will be fine. He narrowed his eye slightly and then tipped his top hat before he headed out the door, floating down into the broken village. Bill quietly marveled at his work, at his friends' work.

He could still hardly believe that this town at least was finally his and that he was finally allowed after over a trillion years to roam the physical realm as a real being!

He had brought Gravity Falls and its citizens to their knees and was looking to break some more spirits and perhaps even to make some evil deals.

But was it really worth it?

Bill jumped at this thought, surprised that it came from his own mind.

Is it worth it?

He hesitated to answer and then growled a "Yes!", doing away with that sympathetic voice that sounded strikingly and almost frighteningly similar to his...

Bill tore his mind away from that occurrence, making himself focus again on the town; he had by now made it to ground level and he looked around, mostly for people to terrorize. It bothered him slightly to see that the town was almost empty, as the demon bats had collected the souls unfortunate enough to have stayed out when Weirdmaggedon kicked off, which was, again, mostly everyone.

Ergh! who am I supposed to terrorize and with whom am I supposed to strike deals now?!

The dream demon continued searching, passing broken shop after broken home and dodging flying debris, until he spotted something peculiar.

Or, rather... some one...

Bill smirked, softly chuckling and rubbing his hands together deviously. This "someone" was a little girl, who didn't look like she was from around here, standing on the corner. Her short, bony tan arms hugged her torso as she shivered, as if cold, even with her thick blue nightgown. This mattered not to the dream demon, whose only concern was striking it big—and who better to manipulate than a small child?

Most he encountered were fairly impressionable, so he couldn't see why this excuse for a fleshling would be any different. The girl scanned the area with her large blue eyes, lost and almost hopeless, and suddenly a bright light flashed beside her. She shielded her eyes before she turned to look; her eyes widened at the sight of a golden triangle, with black arms, legs, top hat and bowtie, complete with an eye, staring down at her with contempt. She didn't seem to be the least bit frightened, which bothered him and caused him to throw out his speech.

"Hey, kid! you ever heard of screaming in terror?" his eye narrowed at her, and she merely brought her hand away from her eyes, examining him; she got a bit scared, but not as much as he would have liked. Bill sighed and took to staring at her, scanning for her vitals—y'know, to see how long she would be able to suffer under my reign—her origins, and her fears.

He chuckled silently, grinning, "You must be so proud of yourself, kid! for you not to fear the one who started it all! here," he clapped and then held out his hand, "have a disembodied heart that's still beating!"

A bloody, scarred heart then appeared in his palm, pulsating loudly; the girl cringed, backing away as he tried to hand it to her.

"Oh, what's that? you don't want it?" he then dramatically feigned being hurt, "oh, I'm so hurt! and to think I finally found someone who'd appreciate my sense of weirdness."

Bill made the heart vanish in the most appalling way ever, further creeping out the girl, and then he chortled, erasing every bit of pretend emotional pain as the chortle rose into a garbled laugh. The wind cropped out, blowing her long, dark brown hair around and carrying his laugh across town. As soon as he finished laughing, he said, "You don't look like you're from around here," tapping his "chin" with mock confusion before once again it evaporated, and he grinned again, "nonetheless I know who you are, Nasla!"

Nasla gasped, "How do you know my name?"

"Oh, haha, kid! I know lots of things!" his body then displayed various events, and he echoed in a deeper, slower voice, "lots of things," before he brought it back to his normal speech pattern, "and I'd seen many things!"

The girl cowered at many of these events; he relished in her fear, keeping up at this display and showing more morbid events, each one worse than the last. She started crying when she saw one event in particular, tears welling up, and she begged him to stop. More out of boredom than a remorseful obligation to heed her command, or so he had thought, he stopped, his body returning to that glowing golden color. He chuckled, unnecessarily fixing his bow-tie, "The name's Bill Cipher, kid, and I rule over this town!"

Nasla took this in carefully, "Bill Cipher... right?"

He suddenly leaned in closer, and she trembled at this disruption of personal space, and he bellowed, "Did I stutter? like you're about to in about two seconds?"

She stared in silence, cowering, and then, despite herself, stammered, "O...o..of c-course not..." in exactly two seconds.

Bill laughed, levitating away from her, placing his hands where his tummy would probably be, leaning back in midair and kicking his legs; he then dramatically pointed at Nasla, "You crack me up, kid! you really do!"

She stared at him for a while, put off by his behavior, and then she shook her head, narrowing her bright blue eyes—Bill Cipher's laughter died off as she started backing away, "I'll just... go now..."

The glee all but drained from his face, and he managed to chuckle even as Nasla turned around and walked away.

"Woah, woah, woah there, kid," he stretched out his arm to block her way and then drag her back towards him, her struggling the whole way, "I was actually hoping to make a deal with you."

"A... deal?" she tilted her head.

"Yeah, a deal," he rolled his eye. "Sheesh, kid, are you that dense that you have to repeat every word I say?"

Nasla looked offended by this and teared up a little, but Bill Cipher didn't care and he just laughed it off as he continued, "I can make anything you want happen. Anything at all."

The many possibilities started turning the gears in her head, but she was only focused on one thing. Bill's patience was wearing thin; he was never one for waiting, so he ushered her on, "Tick tock, kid," his eye turning into a clock for a minute when Nasla looked at him. The tan girl sighed, murmuring what she wanted.

The dream demon could barely hear her request.

He scoffed, "Louder!" rolling his eye.

"I want my blanket... I lost it," she repeated, and Bill only narrowed his eye at this.

"A blanket?" he spat, his body gaining a red, enflamed outline; Nasla started backing away, as he continued, "a blanket? all the power you've been graciously offered to have anything in the world appear before you... and you want a blanket?!"

The girl whimpered and she's suddenly frozen to the ground, unable to back away more, and she nodded. As if the nod had control over his outbursts, which it didn't, the flames and red outline vanished just as suddenly as they appeared, and Bill Cipher stared at her, looking a bit peeved, obviously because his vast amounts of power would have to be limited to just this simple, meager task.

Of course, whatever else could he expect from a mere, small flesh bag?

"Okay, kid..." he sighed, "it is what you want..." he then looked at his fingers, a smirk now on his eye, "now, if I can have a little something in return for conjuring up a blanket for ya—"

"No!" she quickly interrupted, catching him somewhat off guard, "I don't want a new blanket. I want my old one.. it's lost."

The dream demon narrowed his eye, "Lost blanket. Okay, I'll find your blanket, kid, but first I have to establish something I'll get out of this."

Nasla narrowed her eyes at Bill, noting the devious look, and waiting for his request.

"It's not big," he chuckled, "not at all. I only want you to be my slave for all of eternity!"

Bill didn't bother being subtle or vague; if she really wants her blanket, she'd give up her freedom to have it back.

He didn't realize how wrong he would be...

"What? no!" the girl cried out, and Bill frowned with that eye at her, "I just want my blanket! I don't wanna be a slave!"

"You must not be desperate for it then; if it's really that important, you would take me up on my offer!" that frown turned into a smile, devious once again, "Besides, it won't be bad, the servitude. You'd just be another puppet I can pilot without actually possessing them!" his voice gained a gleeful tone, "Won't that be fun, Nasla?"

She shook her head vigorously, "No! I want my blanket! nothing else!"

Bill Cipher suddenly got very close again, enlarged himself, and his voice increased in volume and lowered an octave, "Take the deal or you get nothing!"

Tears began welling up in her eyes, as she was so very scared. Bill thought she'd crack, and tried pushing her by summoning scary objects, and lastly a ball and chain and handcuffs. His voice returned to its usual pitch, "So... whaddya say, kid?"

She hesitated for a while and then narrowed her eyes again, still about to cry, yelling out, "No! I refuse!"

Turns out this kid was a lot more stubborn than he thought, and his brow furrowed, "I'm giving you one more chance, kid." His voice seemed to radiate a cold darkness; that scared Nasla even more, and he continued, "Deal? or no deal? blanket or no blanket?"

"I still want my blanket!" she shot at him, and Bill was so frustrated by this point that he was about to do the unthinkable. The demon shrank to his usual size, growling and summoning large blue flames tinted with crimson; he was going to strike her down with them, but that's when Nasla's tears started flowing, symbolizing both fright and sorrow.

This stirred something within Bill as he watched those tears fall from her large blue eyes, something he'd only felt rather rarely throughout his entire life. The look on his face softened, and he was confused.

Why was he moved by tears now?

He's seen a lot of tears in his day; none of them ever touched him in this way.

Bill Cipher's eye twitched, and he dispelled the flames and turned away from her, trying to collect himself. Nasla tilted her head, still feeling the cold tears running down her cheeks. She couldn't wrap her mind around this sudden change in emotion, briefly wondering if she had done something.

Little did she know, she basically opened the floodgates leading to a miracle...

The dream demon couldn't understand this feeling, and he couldn't seem to push it back.

Not this time.

He chanced a look back at the girl, trying to get his intimidation factor back as he glared, but he found he couldn't help seeing her in a different, sympathetic light. He sighed, shaking his "head", "Ehh..." and Nasla seemed to grow less and less afraid as she continued to stare, still not sure what happened.

"You... you don't want this... do you?" he visibly struggled, as if he didn't want to say this and as if he was still battling what was rising within him.

The girl shook her head, sniffling.

"You just... want your blanket back," Bill was losing this fight, for this became a lot easier to say, much to his dismay and hidden, small delight, "want me to find your blanket..."

Nasla was hopelessly confused, but comforted, especially when she saw that compassionate, albeit somewhat dull at this point, expression in his previously sinister eye.

"Well, kid," he put his hands behind his back and looked askance, his voice taking on more of a somber tone, "looks like this is your lucky day..."

Her eyebrow rose a smidge. Bill chuckled dryly, and then he looked back at her, a ghost of an unsure smile on his eye, "I'm calling off the deal,"—he pushed back the rising anger at himself, and Nasla's eyes widened, eventually filling with joy as those tears dried—"I can handle not having a skin puppet for a slave. I mean, what use would they really be to me?"

He shook his "head" once more, this attempt at justification not satisfying at all, and he sighed, bringing his hands from behind his back and summoning his cane so he could twirl it absentmindedly, looking to the side once again. Nasla grinned, her body in an excited posture, and she began, "You mean—?"

"Yes, kid," the demon interrupted, looking at her again, "I'm gonna find your blanket with absolutely no charge, no servitude to pay me back, no nothing."

Bill still was very uncomfortable calling off his own deal, and the girl smiled with glee. She restrained the urge to hug him, for she was afraid she'd be instantly vaporized; despite his new mood, he still held an obvious contempt for her kind.

He stared at her, on the inside frantically trying to figure out how this change got sparked in the first place. The dream demon felt at his "head", attempting to see if there were any disfigurations that messed with his mind. He sighed when he found absolutely nothing, and the girl continued staring with confusion.

Bill Cipher's eye caught hers, and it narrowed at her, "How come I'm not hearing any cheering? you can cheer now, kid. Besides, you won this game. So feel free to rub my failure in my face. Go ahead!"

The girl simply stayed silent and shook her head, much to his consternation and increased annoyance. He looked so hilariously irritated, most likely to cover up how lost he felt inside, but she didn't dare laugh. Bill glanced away from her, his eye boring into one of the derelict buildings and houses. The sight still didn't really faze him, and he exhaled a sigh of slight relief.

He begrudgingly gazed at Nasla once more, "Okay. Back to more pressing matters, and that is to fulfill your..." he visibly struggled and eventually spat out, "request..."

The girl smiled once more, and the demon merely scoffed, rolling his eye.

"Well, I'll see ya after I find it," he then said, starting to glow as he backed away. "Stay safe for me, kid," and he mentally slapped himself, "and, remember, reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram! buy gold! bye!"

He then vanished, leaving the girl still as lost as she was before Bill bothered her, but at least she now has hope...

Fin
Dec. 9, 2015
1:32a

A/N: My very first Gravity Falls fanfic.. I feel so proud. Now, before you all ask how Nasla managed to move Bill Cipher with only her tears, lemme just say that she's a very special girl. Very.. special... now I'll see you all again with the next chapter! have a good one.