Bill couldn't focus, which was unusual for him. He was trying to push his power to the limit to see the extent of his magic, but his mind kept straying to the child sleeping in the next room.

How was he going to train her?

Bill didn't give lessons. He didn't want to give anyone the idea that they were getting close to him, and he couldn't stand watching them struggle with simple actions.

But with the kid, he was going to have to.

Granted, most humans were idiots, but somehow this one had been granted with immense power. No where near Bill's, of course, but enough to rival a lesser demon's. Certainly more than a human should have. What she had wasn't magic, exactly, but something akin to metaphysical interaction. And if Bill could help her channel that, she would become a valuable asset.

A spark flew out, and Bill cursed under his breath. He needed to focus on the task at hand. It was nearly morning.

And yet he could not stop himself from wondering.

Once the sun had risen Bill 'stomped' into the living room. He needed to get out the house. Even if it meant losing physical form. He snapped and the doors flew open. With a flash of light his particles disintegrated, and Bill's soul was on its own. He stopped for a moment, a bit shocked? No, he had been expecting it, but for lack of a better word, shocked, and a bit wistful, at having lost his physical form. It wasn't pain, exactly, but it still hurt, though it couldn't be described in human terms. He flew through the forest, whiplash sending the tree branches behind him whirling. After he had gone a good way, Bill floated up and looked over the forest and town below. The minuscule meatsacks of Gravity Falls wandered around in their pathetic human lives. Bill couldn't comprehend how their minds didn't disintegrate into one useless lump living in such a boring, plain town, but at least their stupidity would be useful in his future plans.

He spent a good hour floating in the sky. Seeing life forms smaller than him always put Bill in a good mood, and by the time he returned to bell's 'palace,' he was ready to begin training his brand new flesh bag.

Bill walked in on an empty room, which he was glad for, as he was able to bask in the glory of returning to a physical form before he went to the child's door. He thought about knocking, but decided against it, and walked into the pink dreamland.

The kid was awake, though she was facing away from the door, and Bill didn't think she knew yet of his appearance. He prepared himself, and:

"Heya kid!"

The kid in question leapt up and turned to Bill, shivering against the bed frame. Maybe he had overdone it.

"Bell, it's me. You're fine."

She didn't calm down, or even react to what he was saying, leaving Bill a bit perplexed as to what to do. He didn't usually have to deal with children. Most humans he spoke with were adults, and if confused or shocked by his appearance he could easily talk them into relaxing, and then making a deal with him.

But this human had already made a deal with him, and seemed at a state of mind that speech could not pull her out of. Bill watched her, hoping she would stop shivering and calm down, but to no avail, as she remained curled in a tight ball on the bed. Bill could have waited until she went back to sleep, and then try to wake her up in a more gentle way, but that would take too long, in a human lifespan at least. Though Bill could easily wait another few hours.

He inched towards the curled up child, and, upon reaching her, laid a hand lightly on her back. Bell stiffened, but then slowly relaxed into his hand, and Bill found himself silently comforting the small human. After a while he realized that she had fallen asleep, and used his telekinesis to move her under the covers of her bed.

That had been a waste of time. Bill made a mental note to approach the kid quietly next time she was waking up. At least, until she had gotten over her parents' abuse. While he was waiting for her to wake up on her own, Bill didn't know what to do. He had given up on meditation, or whatever what he had been doing was called, and he didn't much feel like leaving the house. He contented himself with sitting at the bar examining what the kid knew about alcohol. Nothing. There were unnamed bottles, and the glasses were completely out of order. She was also missing a couple, such as champagne and margarita glasses.

With a snap of his fingers, Bill fixed that area and then went over to the bookshelves. They were completely empty, and he had no idea what the kid wanted to fill it with. The bookshelf in her room looked as though it would hold more appliances than books, so this one would probably house most of her books. Bill filled the bottom shelf with some beginners books on magic and the mindscape that he had gotten from some other dimensions. Hopefully the kid knew how to read, or he would just have to fill her head with fake memories of the English alphabet. He did not want to have to teach any creature how to read.

Bill stared at the door of the house for a while after that. He wondered if moving the door would also move the stretches of his power, or if the current area of the house was the largest amount the rift could rip. He was focused so intently that it took him a while to realize that bell was awake.

He went into the other room, this time slowly, and looked at the kid. She was facing towards him this time, and she stared at him, while he floated in front of the door.

Bill conjured his cane and began twirling it absentmindedly as he thought of what to say. He didn't want to make the kid go back into a panic attack, but how to find the right thing to say as a calm greeting...

"B-Bill?"

Bill stopped, and let his cane evaporate as he focused on bell.

"What kid? You alright?"

She nodded, but remained on the bed. Bill could have easily gone into her mind to see what she was thinking, but he didn't much feel like it.

"Can you walk kid? Or do I have to carry you everywhere?"

Bell shook her head and shakily rose to her feet. Better than yesterday, at least. Bill moved the side, and gestured for her to exit the room. He shut the door behind them with a flick of his wrist, and zoomed ahead to examine the groggy flesh bag.

She looked pale, and had bags under her eyes, but those were probably the same ones she had had her entire life, as opposed to being caused by the earlier encounter.

"You need new clothing bell, we're gonna have to go shopping, but until then, this will have to do." Bill snapped his fingers, and in the place of the girl's pitiful excuse for a nightgown appeared a dress, soft enough to be used for sleep, but also fancy enough for the day. The kid was your stereotypical princess lover, so Bill assumed she would want to dress as one. He would have to make clothing for her, as soon as he found out what she wanted.

Bell jumped at having the clothing materialize in her, but relaxed when she realized that it was Bill's work. He would have to warn her next time he changed her appearance with magic.

"What do you want to eat bell?" Bill thought for a moment, "Kid, when was the last time you had a decent meal? I'll just make you a bunch of things, but don't eat yourself sick."

A simple motion filled the table with all kinds of food he knew of. He tried to keep them mostly human, but he couldn't help it if some of the dishes were far above Earth quality. Pancakes, and deviled eggs, all the way to baklava and croissants. Bill knew it was more food than the kid had probably seen in her entire life, so he made a note to make this a one-time thing. Just to show off his power.

Once bell was seated at the table and given instructions to "eat whatever she wanted," Bill went back into the room opposite the kid's. It was very well made, with a vintage décor similar to that of the 1800's. There were oil paintings on the walls, and a piano rested in one end. Bill had no idea if this the room she wanted her parents to have, or if it was an interpretation of his style. If it was the latter, then it was spot on, though Bill had changed some things to more appropriate designs. It wouldn't do to have Victorian and French furniture clashing with each other.

As Bill surveyed the room, changing a few details, he realized an emotion that he never thought would have been connected to a human.

He was actually looking forward to having a pet meat sack.

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