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This is my warning line! Yay!

But seriously, warnings for violence in some chapters and there might end up being a little bit of crude humor. It's Bill, what do you expect? I'll put disclaimers for things I think are necessary at the top of the chapters. This one doesn't have any, this is just my general story disclaimer.

I'm not currently planning on adding any ships to the mix, it will probably just focus on friendship in future chapters, but I'll let you know as I go. There definitely won't be any sexually explicit scenes because I can't write that and personally think it's nasty.

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Now onto the story!

The bruised human body of his enemy laid still on their couch.

It was so unreal to see him. To see the spell had actually worked. The body was anything Ford could've imagined it being. From the half and half yellow-black concoction of hair to the slightly slitted yellow eyes that were currently hidden under eyelids. This body was the exact replica of what he'd picture Bill Cipher to look like. It was young, most probably mistaking him for just out of college, little would they know he was millions of years old and actually a demon. His face, boyish in the cheeks, had a strong jaw line and a slender nose. It was a wonder that nose wasn't out of shape after all that had happened. Ford was sure he'd seen freckles scattered across his cheekbones before the mob had attacked and his face had been so bloodied you couldn't distinguish a freckle from the scrapes even after being washed clean.

The most disturbing part of the young body were the tattoos that littered his entire back, torso, and arms. They'd been noticed from the very beginning and were the main concern for many who'd seen him since. Strange words and symbols all leading up to a depiction of his former self.

Ford of course knew the reason for them being there. They were the direct link to the spell. Those tattoos would keep Bill from causing any harm, they would keep him from acting on his own, and most importantly, they'd keep his powers and knowledge limited and hopefully sealed off. Not that Bill wouldn't know that.

The demon's face scrunched in pain and he released a small groan. His bound hands pulled up to his face, most likely to rub his eyes or grab his head, but when they didn't separate they stopped and one golden eye peaked open to look at the binds. A flash of confusion turned acknowledgement later, the demon turned his head to glance around the room. His eyes fell upon Ford and he froze.

"How are you feeling?" Ford asked and was sure Bill could tell he didn't truly care.

"Fantastic." he said sarcastically, his voice horse from screaming and rough from sleep. "Where am I?"

"Do you really need to ask?"

Bill scoffed and closed his eyes, a small smile toying at his lips. His body screamed in agony. He could barely remember the events leading up to this. Everything was different than it had been. What happened to being able to see endless outcomes? Why could he now only imagine the possibilities? His smile vanished and his eyes opened, turning to Ford with a serious expression.

"Why'd you keep me alive, Fordsie?" Ford could tell he was trying to act nonchalant, but it wasn't working and the curiosity mixed with his semi-stoic voice.

Ford decided not to answer that and instead glared at the young man.

"What are you going to do to me?"

Ford sighed, becoming irritated with the barreling of questions. "I don't know yet, Bill. I don't know"

"What do you mean 'you don't know?' You can't keep me here forever!" Irritation and traces of fear bled into his tone.

Ford could sympathize with the demon. Had he been captured by his enemy he'd be scared and expect answers. On the other hand, he was in charge, not Bill, and he would decide when to let the man stop fearing for the inevitable.

"Oh no, Bill, not forever. None of us would last that long, you see, but if I were you, I wouldn't expect anything for a long, long time."

Bill smirked and he scoffed. "What do you know?"

Ford sighed for the up tenth time that hour and removed his glasses to wipe the lenses on his shirt, "I don't know the entirety of this spell" he began, pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, "I know all of your magic abilities are locked away and that your body is designed like any other human. You will have to rely on any basic human function to live and too long without one of them will kill you. You are not omnipotent anymore. You are not immortal and if I find even one reason to kill you, I will. Dipper and Mabel leave in two days and then, you'll have no one on your side, so you better behave. I don't know what limits you'll have and I'll assume there will be many until proven wrong. Research will have to be done to see what those limits are-"

"I'm not a lab rat!" Bill interrupted, his eyes turning crimson and a scowl taking home on his face.

Ford waited a moment for him to calm down before leaning forward and speaking. "I don't think you understand your position, Cipher. You lost. You are physically incapable of hurting anyone and you are trapped in Gravity Falls. The only way you'll live the rest of this pathetic body's life is by someone providing for you and the only people in a fifty mile radius who's not dead set on killing you are right behind that door"

Bill looked confused before understanding crossed his features, "You mean the twins"

Ford nodded.

Dipper sighed as he twirled his straw around in his glass of milk.

"They say the more you sigh, the sooner you'll die" Mable said, not even glancing up as she drew on a piece of paper that was littered in traces of glitter and a dozen stickers.

"Oh come on, you know I don't believe in that stuff" he said and took a sip.

Stan put a hand on his shoulder and shook him a bit, "Come on, kid, you have nothing to worry about"

"I'm not worried" he said, his brows furrowing as he thought about the reason of his distress. Why had he helped Bill? That demon would be dead now if it weren't for him. Well, and Mabel, but the two of them together just doubled the people fighting for him. That demon deserved death yet they had saved him from his fate.

"You did what you thought was right, Dipper, nothing else matters" Stan said and took a long swallow from his lukewarm coffee.

"And what if what I thought was right at the time turns out to be wrong? For all we know, Bill will figure out some way of getting his powers back and all of us will come out dead all because I couldn't stomach the sight of a demon getting his just desserts." Dipper stood and dumped his milk in the sink. His stomach ached at the thought of what had happened. Creamy, thick milk wasn't what he wanted to add to the mixture of butterflies. The thought made him nauseous.

"Dipper," Mabel called and he turned to look at her, "compassion doesn't make you a bad person." She hopped off her chair and headed over to him, pulling out a sticker pad and putting one on his cheek. Dipper pulled it off to see it said My Hero and had a picture of a red and yellow shield behind it. Mabel grabbed it from his hands and put it on his shirt. "You may look like the bad guy to some people, but I know there's at least one person who thinks you're the best person alive right now."

"I couldn't care less of what Bill thinks of me." Dipper scoffed and scowled, tempted to pull the sticker off and throw it away, but knowing it would upset his twin.

Mabel gave him a sad smile, "I wasn't talking about Bill, Bro-Bro"

How had he forgotten? Mabel hated violence. Standing up to the town to save Bill's life was something heroic to her.

Dipper smiled, "Thanks,"

"Not a problem," Mabel smiled and punched his shoulder. Dipper winced and rubbed at the spot.

A/N

And the first real chapter is brought to a finish!

Slow start, I know. I thought about switching POV and continuing to make it a bit longer, but thought that two POV switches in 1300 words is enough already. I'm gonna try to make chapter lengths somewhere around 1500 words, but might not always make it to that and might sometimes exceed it. I plan on posting about once a week, give or take a little, but I don't know how that will work in the upcoming months because I'm starting classes late August and work every other opportunity. Please just be patient with me! Anyway let me know if you think the characters are acting OOC. I'm trying really hard and can't always tell, but I really want to make this good. I was reading a story just last week where the author had the perfect take on every character except one and it just frustrated me a little...

For those of you wondering, I'm getting a lot of my 'facts' from a theorist named Douglas MacKrell. If you haven't heard about him, he posted a four part series called Deciphering Cipher about the information he's collected through the show, the shows resources, and Bill Cipher's Reddit AMA from 2015. I really enjoyed a lot of his theories so before you say stuff along the lines of "you should research more about your characters" or "that's not what they're like", I did research them quite a bit but couldn't find much relevant information and decided to check out MacKrell. Anyway, check him out if you get the chance, he's got a lot of interesting plot points that are mention worthy.