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In the void of space and time, in the absence of the light, the darkness of the universe conceived the living embodiment of all things evil and vile. A creature made of malice and wickedness, it was not quite human and yet still not a monster. It was the child of hate and mayhem. The wickedness of its soul would never find an equal in all of time.
The creature's slitted eyes scanned the void and saw nothing but it's emptiness that mirrored itself. The glow that emanated from itself did little to illuminate the darkness. The creature's mind worked swiftly as it comprehended his own existence in the void. And it knew that he would find nothing to occupy it's lust for discord.
It melded itself through the fabric of dimensions, coming to rest at the third. It's invisible vessel floated just outside the realm of the what is comprehensible for the mind. The creature itself had what could not quite be called a body. It's form was distinctly that of a demon, but it was not one. It was something different. Something that even Hell itself would have spat back out. Something that lusted for destruction.
Something called Bill Cipher
"After 6,000 years, one would have become uninterested in the pitiful squabbles of men. But, even so, it is still fun to watch the ant try to escape the boot."
Bill Cipher surveyed the small speck of dust called Earth from his throne of black stone. The creature of darkness had long ago chosen a name for himself. He took great pleasure in watching over the miserable people of this planet in the 3rd dimension struggle to overcome the inevitability of destruction and ruin.
Granted most of the humans torment was caused by the almost-demon's own hand. As the self-proclaimed ruler of this and all other dimensions, he felt it was his own right to treat his "subjects" as he wished. He felt no remorse and no sympathy. His very being did not permit such feelings.
And so, after 6,000 years of ruthlessly projecting his own will over the unsuspecting people of this dimension, Bill Cipher was growing... bored.
Bill floated effortlessly over the small town of Gravity Falls. He surveyed the little town and all of it's people. What year was it? 1600? 1700? He didn't care. He had lost count several thousand years ago. He was contemplating the notion of paying his unwilling subjects a visit.
The unsuspecting people of Earth were, unbeknownst to them, under the watchful eye of a tyrannical being of darkness. Human's in his mind were more of toys than anything else. Objects of amusement to be disposed of when they stop bringing any entertainment.
As he watched, an idea crawled it's way into the edges of his dark, twisted mind. He wanted a new toy.
And he always got what he wanted.
"Boy get back in here!" Screeched the woman in the doorway of the shabby rundown hut that was his families home. "Yes mother." Dipper answered quietly as he began to walk back towards the house. The woman wasn't really his mother. She was just a woman who had adopted him when he was seven.
He hated this woman. She was cruel and vulgar, her husband was a drunkard, she beat him and berated him constantly. But that isn't why she hated her. No. It wasn't because she only adopted him so that she did not have to do any work in the shabby hovel of a home on the edge of town. No, it was because she separated him from the one person who he ever cared for.
She refused to adopt his twin sister along with him. And Dipper had no choice. When he was taken from the orphanage that had been his home until his whole childhood, he was forced to watch as Mabel was left behind. And to that day he had never seen her again. The void of crushing emptiness after losing what was left of his family was far worse than any physical pain. But that was ten years ago, his sister was now just a precious treasured memory lingering in the back of his mind taunting him with the idea of something better.
"I want to see that floor shining before dinner you hear boy?" The woman spat as her adopted son shuffled past her through the door. "Yes ma'am." he replied meekly.
"If I can't see my face shining in it when I get the laundry inside, your sleeping outside." The woman smacked him on the back of the head for emphasis as he made his way into the kitchen. "Yes." She grabbed him by his hair and yanked up sharply. "Yes what?"
Dipper winced. He was used to the pain, but it still hurt. "Yes ma'am."
The cruel woman trudged outside and around the corner. Dipper sat on the floor of the kitchen rubbing the tender spot on his head. He looked into the puddle of water that had formed around the leaking, rotting wooden pail. He studied his reflection on the dingy floor of the dark room. His brown hair was dirty and unkempt. His face had smudges of dirt and grime caked on from many years of labor.
He was quite scrawny and weighed far less than a boy of his age should. His ribs poked out from underneath his shirt that barely fit, his bruised collar bone jutted out, glowing a dull purple.
Dipper was snapped out of his haze by a hand coming down on the back of his head. "Still not finished boy?" The woman he called his mother screeched over him. "Looks like your sleeping outside tonight you ungrateful brat."
Dipper felt himself being pulled by the back of his tattered shirt and tossed towards the door. He stumbled out the door into the cold night. He didn't bother to plead for forgiveness, he would not be able to go back to seek what little shelter he had from the night.
This was not the first night he had spent out in the darkness. He was all to familiar with this scenario. And, after what he suffered inside his home, he welcomed the cold embrace of the night.
Turning the corner, he ducked into the small space formed by the siding of the old house that had fallen down and collected the fallen leaves of the recently departed autumn. He laid his bruised head against the side of the broken and disheveled dwelling and winced at even the slightest pressure on his head.
Just as he was about to close his eyes and welcome the sweet comfort of sleep, the faintest glow appeared just around the corner of the building across from where he lay.
He peeked his head towards the front of his own home and saw all of the lights were out in the house. Creeping forward, he crossed the empty space bare feet padding softly across the cobble stone. Once he rounded the corner, he walked normally towards the source of the lights. Dipper began to hear music. Lovely music that seemed to beckon him forward towards the town square where it seemed to be emanating from.
He stepped out into bright lights that radiated throughout the entire square illuminating the darkness of the night. His eyes focused on a stage surrounded by people clapping and cheering. There were no musicians, the music came from nowhere as if by some unseen orchestra playing the most beautiful sound that ever graced his ears.
He trained his eyes on what everyone was enraptured by. In the center of the stage stood a tall man in a long yellow waistcoat with a top hat. As if being pulled, Dipper walked forward and through the crowd of people. By some miracle, he ended up at the front right at the front of the stage. He stared up at the man on the stage. Upon coming closer to the man, he saw his black eye patch over his left eye and the waistcoat he wore was adorned with a pyramid type print.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," The man spoke to the crowd in a loud showman's voice. It was smooth like silk, but yet still demanded your attention. "For my final performance, I am going to have my assistant help me." A young man in his mid twenties stepped out onto the stage next to the man.
The man in yellow twirled his cane expertly in his left hand while gesturing to his right. He snapped his gloved fingers and a man sized box materialized through a haze of smoke. He moved over to the box and leaned on his cane while he adjusted his top hat on his head. "Alta, if you would be so kind." The man nodded towards the box. The assistant, Alta, moved over to the box and expertly undid the several locks down one side of it.
Alta swung the door out and allowed the captivated audience to look inside it. The man in the waistcoat smiled, his mouth full of glistening teeth. He stepped into the box and faced the audience. "Close the box." He commanded.
The door swung closed as Alta redid the locks and spun the box slowly showing there were no holes for the man to get out from. "Now, Ladies and Gentleman of the audience," the voice was no longer coming from the box, it was resounding from all corners of the square as if from space itself. "I am going to have Alta continue. But before he does, I would like to inform you all that I am not a magician. I am not like the conjurers of fake magnificence." Alta snapped his fingers and several swords materialized around the box.
"My magic..." The swords shot like rockets through the hard wood of the box. Women screamed and men gasped. Dipper stood in shock as the people around him bustled about in commotion. He stared at the box thinking he just witnessed a murder in front of his very eyes. Alta had no reaction as blood started to spill out of the bottom of the box. It formed in a dark red puddle on the floor of the stage.
A women to Dipper's right fainted but he paid no mind. His eyes were glued to the box. "is real." The voice came quietly next to Dipper's left ear. He jumped away from it and spun on his heel to face it's owner. Standing before him was the man in the waistcoat completely unscathed. Dipper stared in awe. This man had cheated death.
To the amazement of the rest of the people huddled around the stage, the man climbed the stairs onto the stage and gave a deep bow next to his assistant. The people started to clap and cheer in relief. "Thank you ladies and gentleman for coming." People continued to cheer once the two had the exited the stage through a curtain hanging at the back.
After a time, the applause had stopped and the people had started to retire for the night and dispersed to their homes quietly to dream about the miraculous acts of the man on stage. But Dipper remained at the foot of the stage staring at the box that had remained onstage. He did not need to be back home, he didn't have much of a home to go to anyways.
He climbed the stage slowly and went to examine the box. The bright lights that had illuminated the stage were now just the dim light of the street lamps and the beautiful music had ceased. Leaving only silence and darkness. In the minute amount of light, the brunette circled the box looking it over. The sharp swords reflected the lights back into his eyes.
He ran a hand down the locks on the side, they were still locked. The box felt cool and smooth against his calloused hand.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
Dipper jumped at the voice that came fro behind him. He spun to see the man in the yellow coat standing on the opposite side of the stage twirling his cane in his hand.
"Y-yes sir. I did." Dipper nodded quickly. "I was just l-looking at the.. the.." Dipper's already meek voice quieted as the man glided easily across the stage. "The box?" He asked smoothly as he stood next to Dipper. The brunette nodded as he stared at the man. His eye patch had an eye embroidered on it, and his blonde hair seemed to glow in the dim light.
After a moment of silence between the two, the man turned to the curtain at the back of the stage. "Would you care to join me for some tea, kid?" He asked looking over his shoulder. Dipper felt he should say yes out of politeness. It wasn't as if his family would miss him if he was gone any longer. Even with out an answer, Dipper's bare feet started to shuffle across the stage on their own accord.
The man lead him behind the curtain which lead to a very lavishly furnished room that seemed to have been to big to have fit behind the curtain. On a small coffee table in the center of the room, sat two still steaming cups of tea. The man glided across the room and sat in the large arm chair on one side of the table.
He motioned for Dipper to sit in the armchair opposite his. Dipper uneasily sat down on the edge of the chair and watched the mans every movement as he prepared his own cup of tea. "What do you like in yours?" He asked as his one eye visible eye looked up from his cup. "I-I've never had tea before sir." Dipper answered quietly.
"Never had tea?" The man chuckled a little. "Very well then, I'll just put some sugar in it then."
Once the two of them both had their respective cups the man looked across the rooms and snapped his fingers and a blue flame appeared in the fireplace. "So what do they call you kid?" He asked as he crossed his legs and leaned back into the chair. "D-dipper." He answered unsteadily. He had always wary of people and he couldn't help but stutter.
"Nice to make your acquaintance Dipper." The man said setting his cup down. "The name's Bill Cipher." The man gave Dipper a lopsided grin that closely mirrored a smirk.
"Bill Cipher..." Dipper repeated the name quietly as he looked down at his cup. "Dipper, this is a rather odd question, but would you come with me?" Bill asked as he sat up straighter in his lush armchair.
"Where?" Dipper asked looking up. "Wherever I may choose to go." Bill's one eye was fixed on the boy as he returned the cup to his hand and took another sip from it. "I live far from here, and I need some company sometimes."
"What about Alta?" The brunette questioned, his interest was now peaked. "Never mind Alta, he's leaving soon anyways." Bill's uncovered eye flickered nervously on the word "leaving". "My question remains the same nonetheless."
Dipper thought about this very tempting offer. He didn't know what he would be doing, but it couldn't be worse than his home. And yet, the thought lingered that maybe if he went with Bill, he could find Mabel. "I... I have one condition." Dipper stated firmly.
"I'm all ears." Bill smiled warmly as e leaned forward, the floorboards beneath the chair creaking ever so quietly.
"If... If I go with you," Dipper started staring right above the man's head just above eye contact. He knew if he made eye contact with him, he would be a coward. "You have to find my sister." Bill took another sip from the cup as if considering the proposition the teenager had just made him. But Bill had already made up his mind.
"Agreed." Her purred as he snapped his fingers. A large piece of paper appeared in front of Dipper along with a quill. "All you have to do is sign." Bill stood up and turned away from Dipper as he started to move behind the chair that the boy was seated in.
Dipper looked warily at the contract, he had never learned to read but knowledge of the english language would not have helped him in the slightest. The words on the page were in some strange lettering. The writing moved and swirled about the page. He didn't know what he was signing. He just knew that if it would help find Mabel, he was going to sign it.
Bill leaned over Dipper's shoulder, a malicious grin the boy did not see forming across his face. Dipper grabbed the quill out of the air, though he couldn't read, he knew how to spell his name and quickly and messily etched it onto the parchment.
As soon as he removed the quill from the paper, it snapped shut and disappeared along with the quill in his own hand. That's when Bill started to laugh. No. Cackle.
"Wh-what's so funny?" Dipper asked uncertainly as he turned in his chair to look at Bill. Bill stopped laughing only for a moment. He looked down at the small, weak, brunette in the chair. His pupil now a slit burned a ferocious red color. "Looks like I have a new toy." He purred.
Before Dipper could ask any questions, Bill grabbed his bruised wrist harshly with one hand and snapped the gloved fingers of the other.
The Beast had found a new toy.
Dipper opened his eyes. His wrists and ankles felt heavy. And it was dark. Really dark. "Wh-where am I...?" Dipper mumbled to himself as he sat up. He was sitting on the floor that felt like it was made of some kind of stone. He noticed what had made his wrists so heavy. He had large shackles that felt as heavy as lead that were being held to the floor by large chains. He assumed correctly his ankles held the perfect match.
"Your new home." The familiar voice echoed around the room. He looked up from his wrists to see none other than Bill Cipher sitting in a large black chair in the center of the room. His legs hung over one end his head rested in his hand on the other. "Don't you like it?" He purred with a smile.
"But I thought yo-." "You thought wrong, my pet." Bill interrupted as he stood and walked across the room. "Pet?" Dipper repeated. "Well, no. Not pet." Bill mewled as he knelt down in front of the boy. "More of... a toy."
"Toy?" Dipper repeated again, this time with more shock in his voice. He was confused and it was evident. "Yes." Bill extended one hand and cupped the side of Dipper's face, tilting his chin up slightly. "When I get bored, I need a new toy. And this time, that's you."
"But you said that you needed an assistant." Dipper spluttered, confusion and terror etched on his face. "No, no. I said I needed company." Bill corrected as he leaned forward and placed himself on the boy's lap. "Didn't you read my contract?" He smiled sweetly.
Dipper's bound hands couldn't move to push him off. "N-no.." He stuttered. "B-but you lied." Bill sighed as he stood up. He flicked his wrist and the chains on Dippers arms and legs disappeared. Bill turned away from Dipper and seemed to stare off into the wide expanse of space and time that only he could see. "I stayed true to my word, kid. I've brought you with me." "But what about finding my sister?" Dipper retorted. Bill looked over his shoulder."Well, the truth is I know precisely where she I never said I had to tell you. So, in a way, I stayed true to my word on that part too."
He sighed heavily again as he continued. "You see boy, when I get tired of my old fun, it ceases to bring me amusement. So I move on to the next thing." Dipper stood up ever so silently as Bill continued to talk. "Every now and then, I go and find someone else to be my company."
Thinking quickly he lunged at the man and his fist shot out, aiming for where his head connected to his neck. Bill's left hand shot up, his gloved appendage surrounded by a blue flame. Dipper's fist stopped moving as it too was engulfed in the flame, but it wasn't hot it was just there like an impenetrable wall that refused to be moved.
Bill had gone silent. He spun very slowly on his heel. His uncovered pupil flashed red as he sneered at Dipper. "I don't think you understand." He snarled his left hand starting to drop. As it did, dipper felt as if he was being pushed down by some unseen weight. "You signed my contract. You belong to me now."
The flames disappeared as Bill's right hand shot out and grabbed at Dipper's neck. Luckily his hand missed the soft flesh of the boy's already bruised skin and grabbed only the neck of his tattered shirt. Bill lifted him up by his shirt collar as if he weighed no mare than a grain of sand. Dipper's bare feet left the cold stone floor as he was lifted into the air he groped at the gloved hand that had a vice grip on him.
"Wh-who are you?" Dipper choked out, struggling to breath as his shirt cut off the circulation of air to his lungs. Bill chuckled quietly as he looked down at the floor. Dipper's wide eyes struggled to stay focused on the man suspending him in the air.
The man in yellow's chuckling soon became laughing, and then cackling. His laughing quieted back in to dry chuckles as he looked up very slowly at the boy he was holding. He spoke very softly. "I was born from the emptiness of the void. The son of darkness. Child of everything vile and cruel in this world or any other. I am the destruction of civilization. And the harsh punishment of death. I am the cause of all of the pain ever felt by a living being. Who am I? I am Bill Cipher." His fist clenched a little tighter. "I am not quite human and still not a demon. I am the ruler of this dimension. And your absolute, undisputed owner."
Dipper was afraid. Really, honestly, and truly afraid. Somehow he had managed to become intertwined with this devil of a being. "Now," Bill spoke again, his voice soft and smooth like silk. He started to lower the boy to the ground, only the ball of his feet touched the stone floor. He took what felt like his first full breath in a century. "the only question remaining is this; who are you, kid?" Dipper's look of quizzical terror was evidently etched onto his face.
"You..." Bill purred with the tiniest of smiles creeping onto his face. "You are mine."