I think that I'm going to set my update schedule for every other day. I'm that annoying kind of person who needs rigorous schedule.
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Bill didn't go along with things, he created things. As he spent countless hours in the Dreamscape, watching the clocks never move, yet still making the tick tock sounds of a working clock. Sometimes he wondered what would make the clocks continue to click, but stopped wondering after he smashed all the clocks in town and still heard the dreadful ticking of the clock.
Human years were nothing to him, yet it was entertaining for him to watch things go by. He watched as Gideon crashed his robot and the Pines twins barely survive by the skin of their teeth. He watched as the two fought off lake monsters and go on adventures through the woods. Bill would be lying if he said that they weren't his newest entertainment.
Their dreams are entertaining to him. Shooting Star dreams of clothes and bright colors he can't see but knows are there because it's Shooting Star and anything else than bright colors would be blasphemy. Pine Tree dreams of mysteries and seeing things no one else has, and Bill has to steer those dreams in the wrong direction when Dipper gets too close to the truth he isn't meant to learn.
It's just too easy for him to move around like they were pawns. Bill pushed them around like pieces of a chess board, and found new activities for when their summers ended. He didn't bother keeping up with them during those months, for what could be so interesting about school and normal human things when he had a whole town to mess with?
By the time they came back for their second summer at Gravity Falls, Bill lost all interest in the Pines twins. They came back a little taller and their cheeks a little less round, and Bill was still the only spot of bright color in the Mindscape, where the ticks and tocks of the clock still follow him around.
His fellow demons always were traveling to the normal realm and back. They didn't seem interested in other demons anymore, for the newest trend was to bring back mortals, specifically young women but Bill didn't comment on the young men they brought back either. Bill wondered what the appeal was, bringing back such breakable things to a realm without color.
The town of Gravity Falls was too appealing for Bill to turn his attention away for one simple human. He had a whole town of them to play with.
Four years flew by in the time he watched over the town, and every summer the Pines twins came back and Bill sent more than one evil being to go and entertain the kids, always more amused that they managed to get out alive.
He starts visiting their dreams again, and he notices how muted Shooting Stars dreams are. They are simple and bland, mostly about her sitting with her brother and even though he can't see color he knows that there are no bright colors, and no excitement anymore. It bothers him more than it should, but he can't do anything about that. And he notices how long her legs are, and how her sweaters look on her, and how her hair has layers and she walks like she is walking on air. Bill pretends not to notice at the same time.
Pines Trees dreams are filled with numbers and writing and mysteries that even Bill has a hard time making sense of it all. Though that is when the boy sleeps at all, and Bill watches in fascination as Dipper pushes himself and drags his family around on more and more dangerous hunts to solve the paranormal.
Bill definitely doesn't interfere, especially the one time they came across another Gremoblin (for the second time that day) and stops it from attacking Mabel and go after Dipper instead. He tells himself that he wanted to see how Pine Tree handled the sudden attack. It most certainly wasn't because he cared, no he was just keeping a current investment alive. He didn't care if color never returned to her dreams.
When the twins got home, Bill made sure Dipper fell asleep the moment he found his bed. He watched as Mabel breathed a sigh of relief before heading downstairs to leave her brother in peace. The chest he didn't have swelled with a little pride.
Bill watches as Mabel slowly creeps into the room and takes the journal he tried so hard to get a couple years ago, and brings it downstairs. He makes sure Pine Tree doesn't sleep, because dreaming doesn't seem to agree with the young man.
Mabel is flipping through the journal and Bill watches over her shoulder, all the while tapping his cane rhythmically to the beat of a clock only he could hear. He simply watched as she paused at the image of himself, looking torn. Yet just as quickly as she grabbed the journal, she jotted down his summoning instructions, and placed the book back with her brother.
Bill felt the first thrum of excitement that he hadn't felt since Gideon first summoned him. She was considering it. Already he could smell the desperation, what she wanted, and knew how to twist it in his way.
He wondered what he should ask for. Bill no longer desired the journal, and no want for physical things. He let his mind wander the possibilities. What would she give up for what she wanted? Bill's mind wandered to the thoughts of his fellow demons, and their new prizes.