AN: Another day, another chapter!Boop bop! I just have a bunch of creative juices and they are bursting to come out (didn't really like the image I got there...ew)!
If any of you were curious, this story has canon episodes and therefore I'm skipping much of pre-canon. Look forward to that! Also, I compiled chapter two and one into one chapter. Why? Well, chapter two felt like filler and every chapter should be better than the last, right?
Anyway, this may or may not be the last Intro chapter before I get into the actual story telling of the plot! So, enjoy!
Also, I don't know how to right two year olds. Just putting that out there.
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Chapter Two: Bill plus Two
Bill peered over the edge of the crib which held the two children. They were quite small, so they could fit in his old crib. Bill balanced on his tip-toes on top of a broken ottoman he dragged from Emmett's office.
Both Dipper and Mabel looked like male and female versions of each other, with the same fluffy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.
Bill wasn't sure what to think of the two. On one hand Dipper and Mabel where the reason he was trapped in this body in the first place, and though he wasn't hell bent on killing them, he was still kind of hell bent on killing them, and he wasn't hell bent on feeling fondness for them like he could with Emmett and Ellie.
But another part of him, most likely his human soul, wanted to care for them.
Bill didn't know what to choose. He had never felt so confused in his life! It was as if his inner yin and yang where at battle with each other. Which was even more weird; before, all he had was yin. And that yin told him to snatch dominion and power at any given opportunity. His yin told him to hurt and destroy anything that got in his way.
But his yang, his newly developed yang was like a chain wrapped around the neck of that beast called yin. He didn't know if he liked it or not. He had never been so, confused. Everything was once so clear, now it was all foggy.
He hated it, he just hated it!
Bill vaguely wondered if real three-year-old thought like he did, before his toes slipped and he fell on to the carpeted floor with an "oomph!" The broken ottoman leg snapped and the chair fell on top of Bill's back.
Mabel let out babyish laughter, Dipper looked on curiously at his fallen brother.
Bill reached out to grab it but instead the chair levitated on its own. Bill gasped while his siblings looked on in awe.
Bill lowered his hand slowly and the piece of furniture landed.
Bill felt a smile creep on his face as he made a nearby ball float, then a lamp, then an entire toy chest. By then, almost every object except the crib was flying in the air. He couldn't've done this three years ago, did this mean his powers where returning? Bill's grin broadened.
"Oh! Matthew!" Ellie ran in with her hands on her mouth.
Bill's grin dropped as all the articles of the room dropped unceremoniously to the floor. The ottoman that he also made to re-hover knocked Bill to the ground.
Ellie picked up her son and placed him back on his feet. "Are you alright?" She asked.
Bill nodded and Ellie sighed. "What did me and your father tell you about your powers? To..."
"...only use them when absolutely needed," Bill replied.
"And don't use your powers in front of the babies. I don't want them hurt and neither do you," Ellie said.
I beg to differ. But Bill just said, "Yes, Mom."
Ellie turned to her other two children and kissed them on the foreheads before taking Mabel, presumably for feeding. When Ellie was gone, Bill crept to the crib and showcased a blue flame to his brother. He giggled and Bill smiled.
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Bill still didn't know what to think of the kids. And though he was slightly warming up to them, he still didn't know if his yin or yang was right, not even after two long years. Bill was now five and he was off to kindergarten.
Bill never experienced school (he was a demon of infinite knowledge), so he was kind of excited.
"Here's your lunch, Wizard!" Emmett said handing Bill a lunchbox. "Do well."
"And make lots of friends," Ellie said with a smile. Bill forced one as well. Something told him that wouldn't be very likely.
As the boy picked up his new backpack he took one last glance at the twins. The two-year-olds where doing art with paint. Dipper seemed to be experimenting with mixing colors, ever the researcher. Mabel was squealing while making hand prints on her page, her usual happy go lucky self. Then she put the prints on the stainless steal fridge
"Oh! No Mabel NO that fridge is new! Ugh!" Emmett moaned as he pulled his daughter away from the fridge. Mabel looked up at her brother and grinned. "'Bye, bye Matt!" Mabel said cheerfully.
Bill gave a tiny smile which faded as he felt conflict raging in his soul again.
Emmett sighed as he walked back to his eldest son while Ellie tried removing the paint with soap.
"Ready, Little Wizard?" Emmett asked. Bill nodded and he took his father's hand.
As they drove to the school, Bill looked at the front yard. Kids where crying for their parents and complaining because they didn't want to go.
Humans, so emotionally weak! Bill thought. What do you say about yourself? Aren't you having inner conflict? A smaller voice asked.
Bill clenched his fists and scowled.
"Matthew? Are you okay?" Emmett asked when he saw the boy's expression.
"Uh huh," Bill said jumping out of the car with his stuff. "I'm fine, totally fine!"
Emmett didn't look too sure but he dropped it.
"Have fun!" Emmett called. Bill smiled but when he turned back to the school he scowled. Even if he was growing fond of those humans, there cheerfulness sometimes grated on his nerves.
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"Today we have a new student! come introduce yourself, pal," the male teacher, Mr. Avalon said.
Bill stood up and everyone looked at him. "My name is Matthew Pines," He said confidently.
"Okay, Matthew, what do you do for spare time? Why don't you tell us that?" Mr. Avalon asked in a polite voice.
"I um, read fantasy novels and math and science books," Bill answered while everyone looked at him in confusion. "I also sometimes play with my siblings."
"Very good, please sit down," Mr. Avalon said as everyone looked to the front of the class. The class was boring; He knew all this times one thousand! Then he got an idea.
Showing off.
"…soon, when you practice, you'll be able to start counting from any number! Like twos, and threes! Of course, right now, you'll only be counting to ten, so if I were to ask you, let's say, what's after fifty when you count by twenty-fives, you wouldn't—,"
"Seventy-five," Bill said. Once again, the entire class swiveled around to look at him.
Bill blinked twice as all the students looked at him weirdly while the teacher looked flabbergasted. "Because twenty-five times two is fifty so…if you were to think logically, adding one more twenty-five, which is like adding one to two which is three…" Bill trailed off as everyone looked at the boy.
"Am I wrong?" Bill asked, pretending to be modest.
"How? How in the name of—how did you know that?" Mr. Avalon asked, shock etched into every corner of his face.
I just said I read math books! Idiot human.
Bill replied more politely though, after all, centuries of tricking people taught him how to be polite in the face of a dolt.
"I read math books sir, like I said."
"You can read?" Mr. Avalon asked.
Bill wanted to face-palm. It should be illegal to be such an idiot. How the heck did this butt become a teacher?!
But he answered anyway. "Yes, since I was one." It was a half-truth. But nobody would believe a five-year-old if he said that he had been reading in multiple languages for millions of years (tricking people was still around before English was invented after all).
Mr. Avalon wrote something on the board, it read: Hi! My name is Matthew! "Can you read that?" he asked.
Bill read the sentence without a hitch. The whole class started murmuring. Mr. Avalon looked at the blonde as if he was the most interesting experiment ever.
"I want your parents here after school Mr. Pines."
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Mabel and her brother opened the door to their brother's room. It was full of posters of elves and wizards and there was his own bookshelf full of Harry Potter books in sequential order.
Mabel toddled to her brother's bed and patted the lump. "Matt-you?" Mabel whispered. "Matt-you?"
Bill opened his eyes then cried out in surprise when he saw two pairs of brown eyes staring at him.
"Huh? What're you guys doing here?" He asked sleepily.
"Dipper had a nightmare," Mabel said.
Bill looked at the toddler who was fidgeting slightly behind his sister. "What do you want me to do?" Bill asked.
"Come play!" Mabel said cheerfully.
"It's the middle of the—."
"Please Matt?" Dipper asked. "I'm really scared." Bill thought for a moment as his two sides fought once more with each other.
"Okay," he decided finally.
Mabel grinned and squealed.
"On the bed," Bill said. The twins obeyed as Bill used his telekinesis to make his bed comforter fly in the air like a white cape.
"Here's a story about a brave boy—,"
"Girl!" Mabel demanded. Bill rolled his eyes and smirked. "Okay, a brave girl who before now, wasn't so brave."
He let the comforter fall on them. "She was afraid of monsters," Bill hissed as he lit his palm with blue flames and the twins yelped before giggling. They had always liked when their big brother used magic.
The flame took the shape of a young girl and the twins gasped in awe. The flame girl walked in one direction, then let off a silent scream as another flame, this time of a monster appeared. "And wild animals," Bill continued as a flame wolf pounced on the flame girl. The girl leapt out of the way and ran around the blanketed area. "And of course, the dark."
Bill removed the flames. And everything was dark. "But then…"
As Bill continued his story, Ellie walked by with a glass of water and turned when she heard her son telling the tale to his siblings. At times, they laughed, other times they gasped dramatically. Ellie smiled and continued to walk to her room.
As Bill finished the story, the two kids fell asleep. Bill moved the comforters up and smiled, feeling that warmish sensation again. It was like fondness…but something more.
Now's my chance to end the brats! Bill realized and a smirk played on his lips before he looked down at the innocent sleeping forms. I can't do that. The tiny voice whispered.
"I won't kill you, just yet." And with that, he fell asleep.
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Bill was now eight, kindergarten was a breeze, even after he was given second grade homework to work on. He had skipped that grade and first grade, so now he was in grade six. In his backpack where several sixth-grade text books. "Hi, Dad," Bill said to Emmett as he opened the door. "Hi Matthew. How was your test?"
"A+, with a smiley face and a 'good job'," Bill said smugly.
As the two made it back home, Bill leapt out of the car and rushed outside into the rain, his parents had made chocolate brownies and he was as excited as heck to eat them!
Bill walked into the kitchen and found Mabel singing along to a Several Timez song. Dipper was shooting occasional annoyed glares in her direction.
"Hi Matthew! Look! I got on million slap bracelets!" Mabel showed her elder brother her arms. "Womp! I also shaved my head! So, did Dipper!" Bill then realized that the front of Mabel, Dipper's hair where shaved in a straight line.
"Don't ask," Dipper said. "It made her feel better so I did it."
"I didn't even have to ask," Bill said with a smirk. Dipper groaned and leaned forwards in his chair, eating a chocolate brownie with a scowl. "It'll grow back, right?" Ellie asked.
"It better," Dipper said.
"Don't say that! Our picture was amazing! Right Dad?" Mabel asked.
"It was…unique?" Emmett said with and awkward smile. Bill stole a couple of brownies before running upstairs and doing his homework in his room. When he finished, he went to the bathroom and found Dipper rubbing his wrists.
"What's up?"
Dipper yelped in surprise before looking away. "A…bruise."
"From what?" Bill asked suspiciously.
"I—I uh fell."
"Cool! Now what really happened?" Bill asked crossing his arms.
"A kid pushed him," Mabel said from behind the two boys. "He called Dipper a weirdo so I punched him, then he tried to punch me back and he hit Dipper instead and he fell."
"Mabel!" Dipper whined. "You promised!"
Mabel shrugged and went into her room.
"He thought you were weird?" Bill asked turning back to his younger brother.
"Because I liked Dungeons, Dungeons and more Dungeons." Dipper rubbed his bruised arm and winced at the pain. "Everybody says it's for nerds."
"Well, I'm a nerd," Bill said as that fond emotion reappeared. "Do you want to play?"
Dipper looked up at his brother in surprise. "Really?"
"If you want," Bill said with a shrug.
Dipper grinned wildly.
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AN: So, this basically wraps up the intro, next chapter, my interpretation of the first Gravity Falls episode! YAY! This chapter basically establishes Bill's inner battle and the "fondness" he has for his siblings that he refuses to call "love".
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