A/n: Guess who's back, back again. It's been a while, but I'm finally getting back to this story. We're going to Bill's perspective this time because Bill's mindset is disturbingly the easiest for me to write, so sit back and brace yourselves for mildly cursed comments.
Trigger warnings: mentioned pedophilia, mildly violent fantasies, Bill, and an insensitive and morally wrong joke.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls; if I did, Disney would never air it.
Based on the commotion this morning, it seems lovergirl found the little surprise I left her. I doubt the school would be honest about the exact cause why one of their longest working teachers was suddenly fired when he was so close to achieving tenure, but the local news station would be thrilled at receiving a leaked story from a poor, traumatized student and would be able to access police arrest records to back it up. Parents will see Mr. Whatever-his-name-was's mugshot on the five o'clock news with the caption "child molester arrested" and they will be outraged and deeply afraid about their own spawn that they forget about others'. I'm giddy just thinking about the delicious nightmares in those parents' minds.
The best part was that Dipper didn't even notice the whole mess; he was paying too much attention to me and the valuable information about demonic manifestation and hexes to question why we were in the library instead of science class, just as it should be. It's good to see Dipper already learning he should prioritize me and my needs over all else, like a good little servant should.
Yes, Dipper was coming along very nicely. His bonds with his parents have been completely severed at this point; at this point, they're nothing more to him than mere dummies to practice mind manipulation on. I'm happy to note that his sympathy for his classmates and random strangers is pretty much null; the bullying and social isolation took care of that irksome little thing called empathy. What a worthless thing, empathy. Can't eat it, can't sell it, can't use it for world domination... It's just so useless only dumb humans would think it's a good thing to have. Glad I got the one human with more than two brain cells.
I was right about Pine Tree being a fledgling demon in human skin. So much potential lurking under the surface, unknown to all those idiotic mortals around him. IQ is going to feel like the world's greatest moron when he realizes his nephew had more raw ability and talent than him and he didn't notice it. Right before I kill him painfully after being smacked in the face with Dipper's betrayal, of course.
Once that boring abomination humans call school let out, I took Dipper to my humble ruined abode on the edge of town. He looked so excited to do something as basic as manipulate fire freely; he smiled so sweetly when he got to set heaps of trash on fire without a care in the world. I wondered if he would look the same when burning away a body; it was such a lovely image that I just have to make it reality. And when you're an all powerful dream demon, you'll find that reality is only a fragile tapestry you can alter at will at a whim.
Anyways, who'd've thought little Pine Tree was a budding sociopath and pyromaniac. We have more in common than I thought.
We headed back to Dipper's house after the sun had already set; exact time is only an illusion created by humans, so I don't bother with it. It's just another stupid way to organize the chaotic void that is existence. Those meat sacks whose final act of parental duty towards Dipper were conceiving and birthing him started to yell at my favorite human for coming home late again to satisfy some societal concept of "good parenting" despite the fact they couldn't be less deserving of the title. I spun some lies about helping my recovering mother, and those stupid, gullible fools ate it all up. Again.
Forget Bigfoot or the meaning of life. The real mystery was how subpar humans like those two could come together to give life to someone like Mabel or my Dipper.
"So, what are we doing tonight, Bill?"
Ah, speaking of my Dipper...
"Well, Pine Tree, I'm thinking we try a little of the more malicious forms of mind manipulation. I'm going to take you into your old science teacher's mind, and together we're going to drive him out of his. If you catch my drift."
"What did he ever do to you?"
"A little of this, a little of that; the specifics aren't really important other than the fact he managed to really piss me off. I'm sure you'll agree the minute you see his mind; he's the kind of guy that tends to grind some gears."
The muted blues and browns of Dipper's room faded away to the nostalgic monochrome of the mindscape. Mr. Pervert's mindscape took the form of the school, which makes sense considering how happy he must be surrounded be such vulnerable children. The classroom doors, I learned from my previous visit, led to his fantasies about students in those classes instead of his memories. I made sure to tear down the classroom door that featured my human with extreme prejudice.
I saw Dipper's face scrunch up in disgust as he decided to satisfy his curiosity by opening one of the doors.
"I see what you mean. Where do we start?"
Such eagerness! What teacher wouldn't love to have such an eager student? I know our dear old Mr. Martin would, in more ways than one. Not that the bastard will ever get the chance to. That old man never should have set his beady pig eyes on my property.
"Well now, this is a lot easier than subtle manipulation because you don't have to worry about control or nuances. No need to be delicate. Just go crazy with your power and destroy everything in sight."
Pure destruction was far easier than detailed alteration, after all. Just look how more difficult it is to forge documents than it is to burn them.
Dipper, the little devil he is, conjured up a giant sledgehammer and started to destroy the building. I don't think I've ever been prouder of another being in my extensively long life.
"That's the ticket, but how about something larger. More destructive. It's a dream, kid; no need to restrict yourself to common sense and logic. Go wild!"
Dipper got rid of the sledgehammer and went outside the building. I floated after him because I figured the kid had something big planned, and boy, I wasn't disappointed. I look up and I see meteors coming down from the sky onto the school building, the whole thing now just a pile of rubble and flames, and the kid says, "That more imaginative?" with a smug look on his face.
"Ya did good, Pine Tree. Very nice. Extra points for setting everything on fire. You're almost as good at this as me."
Dipper snickered. "The building's gone now." Dipper kicked a piece of rubble for demonstrate his point. "So, what now? What'll happen to Mr. Martin?"
Ah yes, that cockroach.
"Well, now we wait. When he wakes up, well... He'll be pretty delusional. Won't be able to tell fact from fiction if his life depended on it. He'll start having hallucinations, and he won't be able to react rationally. I'd say he has a week to live. Maybe up to a year if someone put him in a madhouse. But he certainly wouldn't be himself."
"I wasn't expecting a serious answer from you, Bill. More like a series of quips I feel guilty for finding funny half the time."
"Don't feel guilty about developing a good sense of humor, Pine Tree. I agreed to teach you magic and that includes side effects of our victims. Ooh, maybe I can arrange a field trip to the mental hospital if he lives long enough. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"You're a surprisingly good teacher. Thanks, Bill."
"No problem, PT. I know everything, after all. A lot more than your puny, mortal brain can handle."
"Yeah, yeah, you're a regular fountain of knowledge. Are we going to leave now?"
"Yep. Nothing left to do here. Nothing left at all, actually. Let's scedaddle while there's still nighttime left for you to get some shuteye."
As soon as we got back, Dipper's head hit the hay. My vessel doesn't need as much sleep, so I can take time to see how Mabel's friends are cooking.
The blonde boy is simmering in his fear. He's practically a paranoid mess at this point. Try going against me when you're too busy quivering in fear of a woman too busy getting drunk to even bother coming back for you.
The girl fell for my bait, but I suppose that won't keep her occupied long. I noticed Mabel didn't even ask about how her friend knew about the photos, so Shooting Star would even notice how these events are my doing. I need to amp up the volume here to give that girl something to worry about. Hmm... I think I'll plant a suggestion that will take her to the bad part of town, and I'll plant a suggestion in a nearby junkie's head that this girl has the drugs for that "ultimate high" he's been searching for. If all goes well, the girl will have to stop her snooping. If all goes great, she'll be dead.
I best get to work on that Jackson boy. Based on what he demonstrated during that sorry excuse of a meeting, he will probably be the biggest threat. Like the girl, he doesn't have any major traumas, but nobody will notice if I tweak his mind to be a tad more depressed than usual so he won't feel so motivated. Teenage hormones, you know? They cause all those mood swings, so nobody will suspect anything is wrong. And if my tweaking causes this boy to become more depressed normally, well, who'd know? Besides me, of course.
If those teenagers won't stop at my subtle attempts to get them to knock it off, then I'll just have to send a sign they can't ignore. Until then, I'll put them on the back burner. Quite literally, if they remain so obstinate.
Being a demon who's lived several millennia, I am a very patient creature; I have played the waiting game for eons. But, I can't help but get a little impatient waiting for my little pet project to come to fruition. The way Dipper acted in that man's mind... So remorseless and eager for more destruction... Why, it gets me quite excited. Excited to see how he'll develop into my pet hell raiser, that is. The process of turning Dipper into my little pet is going pleasingly well, a lot after than I expected. And then I will use him against his family, and we will laugh over the sound of his parents being burned alive. Then we'll deal with Stanly, then Mabel, then Stanford, and Weirdmageddon will come again, and I will rule supreme with the last Pines member by my side!
I can't wait for that day. In human terms, it'll be as though Christmas and my birthday came early. A tantalizing soul at the end of the tunnel. We'll wreck so much chaos, pile up corpses to the sky only to set them on fire like demented candles. I'll see to it that Dipper will have as much fun as me when we go into town to torment screaming children begging for their lives. We'll party like it's the end of the world because for everyone else, it is.
Dahmer, Manson, and Bundy better eat their hearts out. When I'm done, the only names the world'll remember are Bill Cipher and Dipper Pines.
