Hey everyone ! Welcome back ! I have nothing special to say this time, maybe only that Mabel is living one of the worst thing in the world.
Please, remember that I'm french, so it's not perfect. If i do mistakes, please tell me, I only want to improve !
I do not own the characters or the universe of Gravity Falls
Mabel sighed seeing the small WiFi icon at the bottom of the computer screen. It was empty. The Mystery Shack wasn't modern enough to include an internet connection between its walls. What a torture. A friend just texted her to look at the video of cute kittens she just sent. But wherever in the shack she would bring her laptop, no connection was available. Nothing, literally. And it was feeling like she was in middle age in the shack or something like that.
Now in the living room, sitting on the old armchair in front of the TV, Mabel was staring, helpless, at the screen. What was the point of a computer without internet anyway ? She missed all that stuff the web could offer. She angrily crossed her arms as her great uncle was passing.
''Grunkle Stan, why don't we have WiFi in the shack ?'' She complained.
''Wi-fi ?! What is that ? Some kind of drug ?!'' The old man replied, a bit confused.
''Oh yeah. A really good one.''
Stan shrugged and took a sip of his Pitt Cola. The brunette pouted. She needed internet right now. She could make use of some great distraction, she couldn't take Bill's voice out of her mind. What did he had to say that ? What does that even meant for him ? He didn't really seemed to understand the only concept of friendship or any other kind of love. . . How could he feels that now ?
That was too much questions for her poor brain. That kitten videos was extremely urgent and vital. There might be WiFi somewhere in this town !
She pushed the door of the gift shop to find her brother at the checkout, doing the job like a perfect cashier guy. Dipper was kinda good at managing the Mystery Shack, and was really implied in that job. Whether it was for doing the tour of the museum or storing the gift shop, he was doing it like an expert for the joy of his uncle. Mabel was enjoying it a bit too, with Dipper doing most of the job, it was leaving her less chores and more free time.
She pushed a client to get behind the counter, her laptop in her arms. She prepared her best pleading face and finally dared to ask her twin.
''Dipper, could you bring me to town ? I need to find WiFi !''
''Mabel, can't you see I'm working here ?!'' He answered while continuing to do the check in.
''But I need to go in town ! Right now ! And you're the one who got the driving licence, you're supposed to drive me !''
''I am not supposed to do anything. Except working. Come on Mabel, you can survive, and it won't be bad for you to plug off a little.'' He tried to tease.
''But I have enough of plugging out ! I want to plug in ! Please !''
''I said no Mabel. End of story.''
She growled quietly, then closed the computer bitterly. She turned back, ready to run to the attic and be sorry for herself on her bed. But she turned back to find Soos carrying a box full of souvenir shirts. She found the strength to smile to the handyman.
''Soos !'' She joyfully exclaimed.
''What's up Mabel dude ?'' He laughed back.
''I said no Mabel ! And Soos have work too !'' Dipper declared in her back, his eyes not leaving the bills he was storing in the cash register.
The young woman huffed loudly. Was he going to leave her alone a bit ? Dipper could be really annoying sometimes. She decided to give up and ran away in the stairs before her brother could find her a useful thing to do. She really didn't wanted do to anything to help anyone.
Sitting on Dipper's bed, she couldn't take her eyes off the screen. The computer was only showing her cute pigs' wallpaper, and of course, the empty symbol of WiFi. She breathed. What a boring day, and she really didn't needed that. She couldn't take the three damned words out of her mind. 'I love you'. How many times she heard that. How many times she said it. All those people she went out with. But this time, it felt different. But why ? She couldn't put her finger on it.
She let herself fall on the back, welcomed by the wrinkled sheets of her brother's bed. Why did she sat here already ? Her tortured mind was so messy, damn that demon and his weird declaration. What was she supposed to do with that love now ?
A sudden thought hit like a bird hitting a window. If Bill was truly in love with her, he wouldn't destroy the world, the place she lives in. And it would be way easier to approach him and make him speak. Maybe it could be useful after all. . . But wasn't it wrong to play with someone's else feeling ? Especially to destroy them ?
A terrible image of a small Bill crying, grabbing his broken heart with his trembling hand, pleading a gigantic evil Mabel to spare his life and his feels, popped in her head. Monstrous Mabel breaking poor demon's heart. . . She could never do that. She was too kind for such things.
Damn her and her huge heart !
She rubbed her face, moaning, then closed her eyes. She tried to remember her dream from the previous night. It was a very joyful dream, and she had the feeling at the bottom of her heart, that it wasn't the work of Bill. It was too personal, a dream made of thought she only had for herself and anyone else. Her own fantasies, that was what that dream was made of.
For a few seconds, she could forget about all the mess and the troubles and have a taste of pure peace and joy. For a few seconds only, because a loud noise of cracking wood hit by something heavy got her out of her thoughts.
Jumping back in a sitting position, she immediately looked at the wooden floor the noise came from. And of course, it was someone she didn't wanted to see.
The demon was on the floor, laying on his back and laughing creepily as always. She rolled her eyes. He really had something for showing up at the most inappropriate times. She needed to change something here.
''Oh boy, that window is really getting small for me now !'' He giggled before getting back on his two legs.
''Bill ! What are doing here !''
''Well, I was bored in the mindscape, and you told me I could come back, so here I am !''
''You were in the mindscape ?'' She frowned.
''Sure I was, and I used your window to come here !''
''My window. . .''
''Every image of me in this world are my personal peepholes in the mindscape ! But now that I have a vessel, I can even use them as portals ! But this one is a bit small. . .''
''Well. . . that's interesting.'' Mabel looked at the triangle shaped window enlightening the room. ''Is that how you observed us ?''
''Of course my dear.''
''You're really a perv then.'' She laughed.
''It was more for curiosity.''
the brunette suddenly got out of her laugh, remembering who the guy standing in front of her really was. Even if he was nice and good looking, he was still Bill Cipher, and if her brother found him in their room, things could turn terribly bad.
''Oh my, what was I thinking about ?! You cannot stay here Bill ! If Dipper ever finds you, we're both dead !''
''I'm not afraid of Pine Tree, Shooting Star. About you, I don't know, but I would be surprised to see him now. A fire has started in the museum, I think it will keeps him busy for a while.''
''What ?! But I need to help him !'' She shot back, getting up and started walking to the door.
''Don't worry, he will handle it very well.'' The demon replied, grabbing her arm to stop her from leaving.'' It might already be over.''
She looked at the claws around her wrist, then into his deadly eyes. He didn't looked like the day before, there wasn't that fear and that confusion anymore. He was Bill Cipher again. The most powerful and dangerous demon, walking in a human body. At this moment, she had forgot about her huge heart, she only wanted to destroy him.
''What do you want then ?'' The young woman bitterly asked.
''I told you that I was curious Shooting Star, and all those feelings are new for me. So I want to know.'' He pulled her arm, taking her closer to him. ''I want to know all the things love implies'' He muttered, caressing her rosy cheek with the back of his dead cold hand.
Mabel tighten her jaw, released her hand with a violent move, finding no resistance from the demon. She took a step away, not letting her eyes leave his. She wasn't going to let him make her loose control anymore.
''Well, you'll have to find someone else for that.'' She sat back on her bed, opening her laptop once again, the same pigs wallpaper appearing.
''Oh, why ?!'' The demon complained in a very excessive way.
''I never said I was in love with you.'' She tried to stay neutral.
''Why not ?''
''It's not something you can control Bill ! I thought you already figured this out. . .''
''So what should I do then ?''
''I don't know. Just stay here if you want, but don't try to make out with me. I swear I'll punch you if you ever try.''
''You have such a character Shooting Star, that's what I like with you, you're not a weakling like Pine Tree.''
''What did I just said ?! And if you keep insulting my brother you will get the same result.''
He giggled. What a delightful little thing that Shooting Star was. So colorful.
''So, what's wrong with that computer ?!'' He suddenly exclaimed.
''I don't have an internet connection, Grunkle Stan forgot to enter the twenty-first century and install WiFi.''
''Oh internet ! Isn't it that thing humans are so obsessed with ?''
''Hum, yeah.''
''That's easy to get !'' He snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, the small icon got filled with all the bars it could contain. Mabel couldn't contain a huge smile, finally enlightening her face, for the demon's great pleasure. She jumped on the keyboard and checked her mailbox to the find the so-called kitten video. In the middle of her two-hundred and sixteen mails, she finally found her dose of cuteness.
A bunch of pure white kittens were running across a bright green garden in slow motion. How cute and adorable. It was exactly what she could have needed a few minutes ago to forget a bit about the demon. It was now quite difficult considering he was right next to her, watching the video too with some kind of weird fascination.
''Get away !'' She laughed, pushing him away. ''Don't you come on my bed !''
''That's not your bed, that's Pine Tree's !'' He floated away, ending with his head upside-down.
''I'm going on mine then !'' He stood and carried her laptop to the other bed, covered with pink sheets and tons of stuffed animals. She sat very straight, computer on her knees.''Kittens videos are not for demons !'' She proudly declared as the demon grinned.
The terrible pain stopped his move. He tried to catch his breathe, taking a break. He needed to get out of here. Finally feeling the strength to continue, he sank his fingers in the muddy floor to drag his body out of the metal confusion. It was feeling like his right arm was the only one to be still able to move. His legs were like a dead weight hampering him from running away. His left hand not leaving his chest, he crawled a bit on the dead leaves and the wet floor. Feeling he was finally out, he rolled on his back and breathed loud.
The air going in and out was burning his throat and his mouth. He didn't wanted to move his tongue in the mess of blood and broken teeth. He moved his left hand, lifted it to his eyes. His trembling finger were covered by a weird brownish mixture, a bit viscous. That was really bad.
He closed his eyes, trying to forget the pain. All he could really feel was the rain drops falling on his face, into his mouth, on his eyelids. His entire body was away, it was just a mess now, he wouldn't need it anymore. He needed to take it off. Take away the body, the pain. He needed to reach freedom. But it looked so far away.
He opened his eyes again, staring at the moonlight filtrating through the gigantic pine trees of the forest around. He breathed in panic. He needed help, and quick. He tried to convince his legs to move, but no results. Was he really going to die here all alone ?
He started to panic. He couldn't die, not now ! He was still young, full of hopes ! He was almost done with his studies in mechanic, he had job offerings, a girlfriend and everything a young man like him could dream of. Damn those stupid wet roads and that stupid deer who jumped in front of his car.
He punched the flood with his trembling hand. What a mess. His mom was probably waiting for him. She hadn't seen him in three months, he was living so far away now. He made all that trip to Gravity Falls, why did he had to have an accident right before entering the town. . .
Life was so unfair. He covered his face with his two hands as a terrible pain in the back of his head made him swear very loud. What could he do now ? His phone was still in the car and he was too weak to go search for it, and he couldn't count on someone finding him now. It was night, and it wasn't a very busy road he had driven off.
People would probably only find him in the morning, he would probably be dead already. They could only do the observation of his death, calling his mom to tell her how he suddenly got of the road, made several rolls with his car, hitting several trees and a big rock. . . He would probably be in the news of the local television and people would commemorate his death with flowers and candles at his college. Another victim of the road, journalists would say as they would show his friends and family crying in front of his portrait.
He truly hoped the deer would be killed during the next hunting season. But considering it was April, he would have some time to run away and never be caught with murder. What a jerk.
He rubbed his dirty face. Suddenly, a weird light caught his attention. With a lot of pain, he moved his neck to look a bit above him and saw something floating in the air.
He couldn't really see what the yellow thing was, his neck was killing him. He left the unknown flying stuff to look back at the dark forest, but something was not right. Everything was in black and white, colorless. And it looked fixed, like a picture. The rain drops weren't falling anymore.
As he was asking himself if he was going crazy or if it was death welcoming him, he heard the most terrific voice he had ever heard.
''Oh my, what a mess ! You really looks like you're in trouble kid !'' A sinister laughed pierced the air.
He looked to his right. The floating thing he couldn't see a minute ago was now on his side and he could perfectly see what it was. A big yellow triangle glowing in the darkness, with one single eye staring at him. It also had a bow tie, a top hat and a cane, but he was at a point were he didn't cared about details anymore.
''A-are you the Grim Reaper ?'' He asked hoarsely.
The weird triangle laughed very creepily.
''Not quite kid ! I'm Bill ! Bill Cipher ! And I guess you're Jeffrey Dellbert !''
''W-what ? How do you know my name ?''
''Ah don't you worry about that ! If I were you, I would be very worried about that body you got there ! It seems to be in really bad condition !''
''Huh, I had some kind of car accident you know. . .What are you exactly ?''
''Like I said, it doesn't matter ! We don't have much time ! I have an offer for you !''
''Seriously ? Can't you see I'm dying here ? Are you some kind of vacuum seller from outer space ?!'' He weakly shouted.''I'm so fucked. . . go away. . .''
''But listen to me first ! The body you got here is dying, you're not going to make any use of it in a few hours. . .
''A few hours ?! I still have to suffer for a few hours ?!''
''That's the part were I appear ! It might be pretty painful to wait for death like that, so I offer you to free you from the pain and in return you give that body of yours !''
''What ?! Can't you just call the emergencies ?!''
''Oh poor Jeffrey, don't you know that you're only going to get more pain if you survive ? You're not going to walk anymore, and that head trauma is not going to make things better ! Your life will be terrible you know, you're going to be a weight for your entire family, you'll never do the things you wanted to do ! All your hopes and dreams, you can say goodbye to them !''
He sighed. That triangle was creepy, but he was terribly right. He knew, at the bottom of his heart, that his life has already ended at the second the car got off the road, whether he survives or not. Maybe a painless death would be a better exit.
''What are you going to do with my body anyway ?''
''That's a detail, don't think about that. So kid, do we have a deal ?''
He breathed.
''Deal.''
Eh, yeah, that's basically how Bill got his body. . . And that's all for this week ! See you next Sunday !