Chapter 4: No Weakness
Waddles was quite happy with his new home.
He had been there with his human for a few days and he liked how it already smelled like her.
She, however, liked it less.
Waddles wasn't the smartest pig in the world, but he knew his human's unhappiness was because of the lost one. The one who left and didn't come back after all the weirdness.
Waddles hadn't known the lost human as well as his own human, but he knew the two were close.
He knew they shared a sleep space and they were together for many years. He also knew they were from the same litter, something rare among humans he noticed, and they were incredibly aware of each other as a result.
He wished he could bring back the lost one so his human would be happy again, but where did he go?
All this was too much to think about for the average pig, so Waddles decided the best course of action was to lay next to his human and lend her his support as she stared out the window.
She couldn't be sad forever could she?
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He closed his eyes and told his heart to stop.
…
It didn't.
Bill waited for his heart to respond but it just kept beating, futilely pumping more blood through his veins and out his head wound.
Bill squeezed his eyes shut against the pain, once pain was so funny but now it was nauseating.
He couldn't tell his heart to stop, he couldn't tell his lungs to collapse or order his brain to die.
He was trapped with the pain, more pain than he could remember ever being in. It was inescapable.
Bills chest swelled with….an emotion probably, definitely a negative emotion. As if to make his situation more miserable, something dripped onto Bills face.
He briefly thought it was raining and opened his eyes again confirm his suspicion, but there were no clouds or drips only trees.
Yet still, Bill felt more water dropping onto his face and in his eyes as the feeling in his chest constricted him further.
He brought a hand, the one he thought was the least broken, to his face to dry it only to find the source of the water was his eyes themselves.
He was crying.
The thought of him, Bill Cipher, sitting broken and alone was enough to embarrass him to no end but now he was crying about it. Crying like a stupid mortal kid who's lost…
Crying like this body is used to doing when it's frustrated.
Crying like Pinetree.
Bill stopped crying immediately, frustration and pain being replaced by horror and disgust.
This body...wasn't his, it never was and now it had its hold on Bill. It was changing Bill, acting in ways Bill wouldn't and forcing him to be along for the ride.
He couldn't permit this, he wouldn't be held down by feelings or pain or other such human restrictions.
He was an unstoppable, unchangeable force of pure power and chaos. He was an omen, a demon of evil bent on hostile takeover and destruction.
He was a being of pure energy.
He Had. No. Weakness.
Bill rose to his feet, injuries be damned. He needed to regain his throne and the first step was to get out of this time forsaken forest.
He would follow the creek, it would lead him to some civilization where he could lay low and begin to reattach his strings to this world.
Bill didn't even have to think to start walking. His mission was still in his mind and he would make his vision a reality if it took him another billion years.
He didn't think of anything else as he set off downstream.
He didn't think of the tight, persistent pain in his right ankle as he walked, or the disturbing warm liquid drying to the side of his face, or even the way he couldn't breathe as deeply without his whole chest burning.
He just walked, mechanically forward. Walking was all he'd really learned how to do.
The golden light trickling through the branches of the forest quickly dimmed to an orange as the sun sank lower in the sky.
Bill could feel the chill of the evening seeping through Pinetree's puffy vest and t-shirt, but he ignored it like he ignored the other human deficiencies that came with the meatsack.
As night came the trees became harder to see and navigate around, soon Bill was left walking with one arm outstretched to feel at his surroundings.
The other arm was in significantly more pain and was left wrapped around Pinetree's now shivering body.
The sound of the creek trickled unceasingly in Bills ears. Both annoying him and comforting him that he had not strayed from his chosen path.
The night dragged on as Bill walked mechanically. Sometimes he thought about things, visiting old memories of Pinetree's or preparing his scheme for escaping his new fleshy prison.
Other times he just listened.
Listened to that infernal creek, listened to the crickets and other insects buzzing out of his inferior sight range.
He had grown used to Pinetree's ears shifting involuntarily at sudden noises. Of course, Bill could always hear just fine, but he had never had ears…
This body was a lot of things.
It was a prison, a sweaty, awkward prison even by meatbag standards. It was a horrid weight that held Bill hostage in an inferior dimension.
But...as Bill listened to the sounds of bugs and birds and leaves, as his mind was dazed by fatigue and blood loss, he thought to himself.
Maybe this wasn't the worst prison for his crimes.
And it was that thought that he was left with as his body went into autopilot and his brain shut down to rest, and he thought of nothing at all.
He couldn't have known he had left the woods of Gravity Falls.