Tittle: Paw Print.
Summary: Age 13, Jessica, a Gravity Falls obsessed fan, struck a deal with Bill Cipher. His price seemed low enough, but what are his true motives?
Characters: OC, Dipper, Ford, Bill.
Shippings: No shippings.
Warning: Course language. Gods name said in vain. (Not that I'm religious. This is a warning for those of you who are. No offence ment, I assure you. Absolutely none.)
Jessica knelt on her king single bed atop her out-dated tinkerbell sheets. She was bent over her A-3 pad, drawing her latest Gravity Falls artwork, listening to her mp3 player, one earphone tucked into her ear. She wore a buttoned grey flannel t-shirt winking with very small amounts of glitter that hugged her faint curves slightly, and dark denim blue skinny jeans. She had tied up long brown hair that ended a hands width below her shoulders, and ice blue eyes, encircled in a thin line of dark blue, her pupil ringed in faint gold. Adding the final touches to her masterpiece, she lent back with a sigh. Her eyes flicked to the closed door, then back to her work. Just as she always did when she was alone, she recited Bill's summoning spell, just for the tiniest shred of hope that the show she loved and adored so much was truly real.
"Triangulum entangulum. Veneforis dominus ventium. Veneforis venetisarium." She muttered. She waited, and... Nothing. Nothing happened. Not even a flicker of his presence. Just pure silence, save for the sounds of the television and her brother playing with the dog. Just like every other time she tried it. With a grunt of effort-she wasn't fat, but she was stiff-she heaved herself off the bed, opened her bedroom door, and headed to the kitchen for a snack. She grabbed a banana and nearly bumped into her brother in the doorway on the way out. As always, he had a huge grin plastered on his face.
"Hey, Jessica! You want to go outside and jump on the trampoline?" He asked, nearly bouncing up and down with excitement.
"No." She replied sternly, but knowing that he would keep persisting until she agreed.
"Oh, come on, Jessica. Please?"
"Go away, Cory." The brunette ordered impatiently. To her utter surprise, he obeyed. Not a hint of reluctance in his face. Just a blank expression. She frowned narrowed her blue eyes at him. This was most unlike him. Something was incredibly wrong. He entered the lounge, and the world went grey. Her eyes widened as she realized what was going on.
"Shit." She cursed. "Shit shit shit shit." She flung open the door to her bedroom to reveal a yellow triangle hovering over her bed, examining her work. It was Bill Cipher. She dropped her banana. He turned around, and the door closed behind her.
"Nice work." He praised. "Although it could do with a bit more yellow."
"Holy shit." She couldn't believe it. This had to be some kind of hallucination. There was no way that this was real. The incantation... that was just a fantasy. Nothing more than a dumb, stupid, pass-time fantasy. But here he was. But that means... but that means that Gravity Falls, her T.V show obsession, was real. "Holy shit." She repeated. Bill put his hands on his hips. Or rather sides. He was a triangle. She wasn't sure if he even had bones, let alone hips.
"There is no need to swear." He reprimanded. Jessica wasn't listening. She pointed at him, thoughts elsewhere.
"But if you're here, then...then Gravity Falls is real." He narrowed his single eye slightly.
"You summoned me. You knew it was real." She ran her fingers through her hair.
"Here, Gravity Falls is a T.V show that I have an obsession with. The summoning spell... I didn't expect it to work." Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, God. Gravity Falls is real. Real!" Jessica's eyes flew to his lone one. "But it's not a place, here, it's just a T.V show. I knew it! This is just a dream. I'll wake up, and-"
"Gravity Falls is in another dimension." He informed her.
"Ah, right. That makes sense." She gasped, her eyes alight with excitement. She squealed, and her hands pushed up on her cheeks, a habit of hers when she was this happy. "Could you take me?"
"Not without a deal."
"Crap." All happiness faded from her face.
"Hey, what did I say about swearing?" She ignored him. To make a deal with the devil... it would be like selling your soul. But a chance to go to Gravity Falls... She'd best find out what he wants in return.
"What do you want?" She inquired, cautiously, sitting down on her bed, grabbing her fruit and pealing it.
"To possess you body when you're not in it."
"Huh?" Bill sighed.
"I will give you a necklace so you can go to Gravity Falls whenever you wish." So good so far. "But you will end up having two body's. One here, and one there. And someone has to ocpuy your body here." Oh.
"Can I bring stuff and people in-between dimensions?"
"Yes, they will appear in your school bag, and no, you can't."
"Okay. But why would you want my body?" She asked, confused as she finished her banana and threw it into her bin.
"That's none of your concern." He growled. He held out a hand, and it lit on fire. Blue fire. "Do we have a deal or not?"
"Yes, we do." What could he possibly do in this world? There was no magic, no Rift, no Pines twins, no paranormal stuff. She reached out, but before her fingers touched his, she paused, and pointed at him. "Under some circumstances." She could have sworn he sighed in frustration.
"Which are...?" He prompted.
"You are to not mess with my social life, my grades, my friends, and overall my entire life. What ever you plan to do, do it in secret. Tell my friends whenever you are in my body, and above all else, you do not move the bookmark in my book. Is that clear?" He looked taken aback for a second, before hurriedly jotting everything down on a notepad he conjured.
"Crystal clear, Paw Print." She frowned, and he held out a hand.
"Paw Print?" She murmured. She would think about that later. Right now she had a Gravity Falls to get to. She clasped his hand.
A necklace appeared out of nowhere. It was a tiger-eye stone paw print backed in rose gold, hanging on a gold chain. It was gorgeous. Suddenly the nickname made sense, sort of. Bill had given her a nickname, like Pine Tree, and Shooting Star. But those referred to the Cipher Wheel. Where does Paw Print come in?
As it settled around her neck, the world around her changed. The walls of her room transformed into pine trees, her bed into a blanket of leaves, twigs and pine needles. She was in another dimension. She went from a rented house in Wellington, the capital of New Zealand, to Gravity Falls, Oregon. America.
She nearly fainted with happiness.
She bounded down the street, purse tucked under her arm. As much as she wanted to run into town immediately, she made herself go back and get her wallet, praying to God that her eftpos would work in another dimension, and that she had enough for souvenirs. From the Mystery Shack. She was in Gravity Falls for goodness sake. Like she wouldn't visit. She jogged down the road, her smile growing with each sight. She took in the water tower, with the giant muffin spray-painted on. Her eyes danced at the abandoned convenience store, and nearly squealed when she noticed a group of teens hanging out there. She saw Tambry and Robbie, romantically smiling at each other. She saw Thomson, getting 'approval' from Nate and Lee. No Wendy though. But then again, she would probably be at work. At the Mystery Shack. As if suddenly remembering why she was here, she hurried on, faster than before. She passed Manly Dan, Tyler, Tad Strange and Mr Pool Check. Before long she was hiking to dirt track that led to the tourist trap. She was nearly there, just one more turn...
She rounded the corner and skidded to a halt. It was supposed to be right here. What happened...? She looked to her left, saw it, and facepalmed. God, she could be so stupid at times. She walked up to a sign and read it aloud.
"Tours, $15. I can afford that." Five minutes later, Jessica was standing in a group of fellow tourists infront of... Holy crap, Stan. Stanley Pines, great uncle to Dipper and Mabel Pines.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to the Mystery Shack! Where myths are made real and the unknown exist. Now if you will follow me..." If this was a dream-even though she knew it wasn't-she never wanted to wake up. They followed Stan around the back of the Shack to the Bottomless Pit.
"And to your right, is the Bottomless Pit. It's bottomless!" The sound of clapping aroused to meet this statement, including Jessica's. They went back around to the actual Mystery Shack. They entered, and the entire host murmured their awe. The stuffed six-packalope stood in a corner, the Cheapskate next to it. She laughed when she saw that. Stan stopped the group and held out his hand. It was filled with blue, grey, green and purple beans.
"These, ladies and gentlemen, are magic beans. Chuck them in dirt and they grow overnight into a giant beanstalk." Jessica nearly choked on disbelief, just barely holding it in. Barely. Dispite the fact that this was Gravity Falls, magic beans was not one of the many strange and wondrous things here, especially so if it was in the Mystery Shack. He gestured to beside the door, where a what looked to be an armadillo with a snake's head, cat's claws and a bear's head for a butt.
"This is an Armasnatear. Quarter armadillo, quarter snake, quarter cat, quarter bear." The group tried to say it, without success, so he spelled it out for them. "Arm-a-snat-ear. Very easy to say, very easy." He pulled out a hat. "This is a magic hat. If you put money into it, it disappears!" Imeadiately tourists put dollar notes into it. Jessica saw ones, fives, tens, twenties... even fifties and a hundred dollar bill when into the supposedly 'magic' hat. Though she knew it was a fake, she couldn't help but put a fiver in there. As she did so, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look, and saw Dipper staring at her from behind the employees only door. She frowned, confused. Why would he look at her that way? Jessica glanced down, saw her flannel shirt, and grimaced. She probably reminded him of Wendy.
"Behold!" Stan exclaimed. "The world's most distracting object." He held up a black and white spiral patterned disk, and began to twirl it on the stick it was mounted on. Instantly the world around her faded as her gaze was drawn to it, sucked into it's pull. What was she thinking of again? Oh, well. Suddenly it stopped, and she blinked, rousing from her trance. A flicker of red caught her eye, and again saw Dipper, his attention elsewhere, this time holding... The journal. It took all of her self control, every last shred of it, to stop from squealing in excitement. Sensing her gaze, Dipper turned to meet her eyes. Ice-blue eyes flicked to the book he was clutching, and the brunettes hazel eyes narrowed at her, tucking the old book back into his vest.
"That will be all, folks. Feel free to spend as much money as humanly possible at the gift shop." Stan declared. She turned away from the twin reluctantly, as she had so many questions and was dying, literally dying, to meet him and his sister. All thoughts of them faded as she spent the hell out of her money, damning the consequences. She was in the Mystery Shack for crying out loud.
She'd be damned if she didn't.
Jessica, done with her shopping spree, opened her eyes to find herself in T-block at school, her favorite lunch-time spot. She sat cross-legged, her back was to the heater that her four friends claimed, and she was in her uniform. She raised her eyebrows at the fact that Bill managed to put on the uniforms complicated skirt. Then she looked at her friends, all on their phones or tablets.
"Guess where I was?" She asked excitedly, her knees bouncing in excitement. But her friends just looked at her, confused, odd looks on their faces.
"What are you talking about? You were here the whole time." Claudia asked, frowning.
"Yeah. Come on, Jessica. Even this is more than your usual crazy." Her identical twin sister Grace remarked, barely looking up from her phone.
"He didn't tell you?" Jessica frowned.
"Who?" Jade inquired.
"Bill."
"Why would Bill tell us anything. He's just a fictional character from a show I don't even like." Bella ordered.
"I went to Gravity Falls." Jade nearly choked on the water she was drinking, and swallowed it before laughing. "You don't believe me."
"Of course we don't. You can't go to Gravity Falls. It's not a place."
"I can prove it!" Quickly she explained all the events that had happened, from her deal with Bill, to now, even showing them the necklace.
"You must have dreamed it. It's just your obsession talking." This time Grace glanced up from her phone.
"Yeah. And if you really did buy all that stuff, where is it?" Claudia asked.
"Right here." She tugged over her bag and dug around in it. She pulled out everything she brought at the Mystery Shack, and her friends just stared at her with disbelief. "A Mystery Shack bobble head, two t-shirts, five key chains, one for each of us, and a postcard signed. By. Stan." It had cost extra for that.
"Holy shit." Claudia stared at her wide-eyed, her gaze flicking from her, to the merchandise, and back to her. "Take us. Take us take us take us-"
"Can't."
"Why not." She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted.
"Bill just said I can't."
"Well, at least we know why you said 'Hi, I'm Bill' to us, and 'It's funny how dumb you are' to Claudia." Jade remarked. Just then, Alex, Jessica's not-so-secret admirer, walked in through the door.
"Hey, Jessica."
"Go away, Alex!" Grace threw her bag at him. But he just caught it, and refused to give it back. Jessica sighed in frustration and touched her paw print.
"Fuck this shit. I'm out." The look on Alex's face was priceless as her sight faded into oblivion and her mind moved between dimensions. She once again opened her eyes, to... darkness. Utter, complete, darkness. This was not where she left her body. As her eyes adjusted to the lack of light, she noticed that she was tied, head to toe, to a chair.
"What the...?" She frowned. "How did I get here?" Her eyes darted around the room, searching for some kind of clue. Whispering, then a deep voice sounded from beyond the shadows of the room, one that tickled her memory.
"Don't play innocent, Bill." Her frown deepened.
"Bill? Why would Bill be here?" More muttering.
"Who are you?" A younger voice, male.
"Jessica Feral." She replied completely honest.
"Jessica Feral? What kind of name is that?"
"Hey!" Jessica cried, insulted. The older voice spoke again.
"How do we know you're not Bill?"
"Because I'm freaking Jessica Feline Feral!" She struggled against her bonds. "Now can someone please let me go?"
"Not until we know you're not Bill." She pouted, then gasped when she heard what they said next. "Ready the memory gun. We're going to erase Bill out of her mind."
"What!? No! Stop!"
"Give us one reason why, Bill."
"I am not that fucking goddamn son of a bitch Bill!" Shit shit shit shit shit. Could she even trust these people? She heard the gun get fired up. Was this the Society of The Blind Eye? No, they got disbanded ages ago. Suddenly the realization of the owner of the voices hit like a rock.
"I'm from another dimension." She blurted. The memory gun powered down, and she breathed a sigh of relief, as the lights flicked on to reveal five people, in the basement under the Shack.
"Wendy, Stan, Mabel, Ford, and Dipper." She murmured, her eyes moving from face to face.
"Hey, how do you know our names?" She shot Dipper a glare that could curdle milk.
"None of your beeswax."
"What?" He muttered, but dropped his case as Wendy spoke.
"Nice flannel."
"Thanks." She replied, nodding in her direction. "Now could someone please untie me."
"First tell us how you know our names, and how you know about Bill." Jessica sighed in frustration.
"Where I come from, Gravity Falls is not a place, but a kids cartoon T.V show that I watch and am incredibly obsessed with."
"You watch a kids show?" Stan asked, his voice cracking with amusement.
"If I recall correctly, you do as well."
"And which one would that be?"
"Duck-tective." She replied simply. He froze.
"You have no proof." He said at last, and she rolled her eyes.
"As I was saying, yes, along with all my friends. Well, except for Bella, but she refuses to watch even one episode. Now that I've explained myself, someone Goddamn untie me!" It was Mabel who did so. "Thank you." Jessica said, rubbing her sore and chafed wrists.
"Tell us how you got here." Ford ordered.
"You guys are gonna hate me for this, but I made a deal with Bill."
"What!?" Dipper cried, and she glared at him. But she didn't know that Wendy was behind her until the butt of her axe slammed into her skull, and she collapsed.
Jessica roused, still in the same room, but back in the chair.
"Oh, for Gods sake!" She cried, throwing against the ropes.
"What did he want in return?" Dipper asked.
"Why am I back in the chair!?" She demanded to know.
"Just answer the damn question." Jessica rolled her eyes.
"To possess the body in my world when I'm not there." She replied. "I mean, what would he want with that?" Ford facepalmed, and everyone looked at him.
"Absolutely nothing." He replied.
"Exactly. So why offer me it anyway?"
"Did you ever think about what happens to the body in this dimension?" He asked.
"Well, no." She admitted.
"When you are here, Bill is in your other body, right?" She nodded. "When you go back there, you and Bill swap-"
"Giving Bill a physical body here in Gravity Falls." Dipper finished. Jessica's eyes widened in shock.
"Oh." Was all that she managed to say. "Shit."
"Shit is right." Muttered Wendy, untying the brunette.
"One last thing I need to mention. He calls me Paw Print. Don't ask me why, he just does." Dipper looked thoughtful.
"Like Pine Tree, Shooting Star and Sixer." With each nickname he gestured to himself, Mabel and Ford.
"Well, good luck taking him down without me, 'cause when he's here, I'm not, and when I'm here, he's not." She saluted them and moved in the direction of the elevator. Stan gripped the collar of her shirt.
"Woah, woah, woah. Where do you think you're going?" Jessica shrugged. "You need to stay here, so Cipher comes here."
"Riiiight." She nodded, lips pursed. Stan sighed.
"You have no clue what I mean, do you?"
"Nope."
"You are going to go back to your dimension here, so when you swap, Cipher comes here."
"Ah." This time she truly understood. Stan released her as Ford held up a hand.
"I have a better idea. It's night now, so Bill should be asleep in your body. But being a demon of pure energy, he doesn't need sleep, so we can summon him here, and it would be okay for him to leave your body."
"What good would that do? Frankly, I like the other plan, as it involves me not doing anything."
"Why don't you want to do anything?" Mabel asked, a frown on her face.
"I failed at karate, I'm not that strong, I'm not that good at self-defence, and the only thing that I can do is fencing, and not that well! Well, I am getting better, but that's beside the point." She couldn't meet their eyes. Even a blind man could see that her spirit was down, and needed lifting. Dipper walked over to her.
"Look at me. Look at me." He ordered, and she obeyed. "Now think. Think about why you do those things. Think about why Bill calls you Paw Print."
"I do those things because...because I'm a fighter. I don't give up. Well, except for karate, but I never liked that. I am fighter. I am wild. I am feral. I am beast. I am animal." She said, numbering each trait off on her fingers. Realization dawned on her, and her eyes widened, her voice growing soft. "I am... I am Paw Print." Dipper stood back as she started to pace, hand on her mouth. "My personality, my spirit...it's wild, untamable, unbreakable. While your names refer to the Cipher Wheel, mine is my personality. Which is odd, sure, but true." A wild beast inside of her, one that had been caged for 13 years, awakened. She looked to Ford, a feral gleam in her eyes.
"Tell me what I need to do."
"Remind me again why I'm the one who has to summon him?" Jessica asked, kneeling on the floor, still in the basement, finishing lighting eight candles in a circle. She shook the match to extinguish the flame, and Ford replied.
"Because you're the only one here who has a deal with him."
"I made a deal with Cipher." Dipper pointed out.
"Is it still on?" He shook his head. "Exactly."
"Okay, here we go. Triangulum entangulum. Veneforis dominus ventium. Veneforis venetisarium!" Again the world went grey, and Bill Cipher materialized infront of them.
"Hiya, Paw Print. Having second thoughts about our deal?" She looked behind her, where the others were, and nodded, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
"I guess you could say that." He noticed the people behind her, and his noodly arms fell from his triangular sides.
"Crap."
"Why did you want a body, Bill?" She asked pointedly.
"Here or there?" Jessica could see plain as day that he was trying to change the subject.
"Here."
"Oh. Well, I thought that would be rather obvious." She raised an eyebrow, and put her hands on her hips.
"Spill it, triangle." She ordered, jerking her chin at him as the rest looked on expectantly.
"To destroy the journals, of course." Without looking, she knew that Dipper facepalmed on hearing the obvious; she heard the slap of it from behind her. She held her chin high.
"Well go fuck yourself, 'cause you're not getting them."
"Oh, we'll see about that, Paw Print, we'll see about that." Silence, then...
"You know, that would have been way more effective if you just dissapeared." He showed her a particularly rude gesture, and Jessica gasped. She advanced on him, shaking her finger at him.
"Okay. I may swear, I may curse, and I may say some pretty rude stuff, but I have a line. And you, sir, just crossed it." She stopped just below him, glaring up into his single eye. Bill just laughed.
"Silly girl. Do you really think you can hurt me? I am a being-"
"Of pure energy. Yeah, yeah, we know." Dipper jabbered.
"I may not be able to touch you, but I can damn well try." She started to jump, trying to grab Bill. Mabel ran up to her and held her back.
"Jessica, stop!"
"Let me go!" She cried, shaking off her grip with such force, fear showed in Mabel's eyes as she stepped back, hands in the air in defeat. Ford tried, stepping forward.
"Jessica, calm down. There is no-" She whirled, and growled, actually growled, at him, a feral and wild gleam in her eyes, promising a slow, miserable and painful death to those who got in her way.
"Oh, shit." Dipper muttered.
"Okay, I'm just gonna go." Wendy announced, pointing to the elevator, and ascending to upstairs. Everyone watched her go, before turning their attention back to the conflict between Jessica and Bill.
"Fucking, double-crossing, lying, bastard." She snarled at him, each word fueling her hatred of him, increasing it steadily. Stan clapped his hands together.
"Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. I say we take this outside and let them fight it out."
"Stan, I don't think that's a good idea." Ford tried to reason, but it was hopeless. The others were already nodding their agreement. Jessica hadn't even glanced away from Bill.
"Bill, do you have a physical form."
"Has Weirdmagedon begun? No. So...no. I don't." She wasn't amused. "Oh, all right. I do, but I can only access it once a decade, for a day. Luckily for you, I haven't used it yet. I'll be back in about five minutes." He assured.
"Good. Prepare to lose, Cipher." She drawled, and he faded from the room.
Dawn was just breaking as Bill arrived in the body he mentioned. He wore a bright yellow tailcoat, with a brick pattern, embroidered in orange. His arms and legs were swathed in black, black gloves covered his hands, and black boots protected his feet from the freezing morning chill. He had a triangular chin, yellow and black hair-top half yellow, the rest black-and a obsidian black triangle eyepatch covered his right eye. There were no straps that Jessica could see, and it appeared to hover in midair. His breath iced around him as he spoke.
"It's freezing outhere. How do you humans stand it?"
"By bundling ourselves up and hoping for the best." She relied cooly.
"Typical." He muttered. "Well, what are the stakes?"
"Stakes?" All six of them, Wendy, Dipper, Mabel, Stan and Ford, spoke at the same time, but no-one noticed.
"If we're going to fight, there have to be stakes." He explained. Jessica pursed her lips and nodded.
"Very well. If I win, when I win, I keep the necklace and you can fuck the hell off." Bill smiled.
"And if I win, you will hand over the journals. All three of them." Dipper gasped.
"Jess, I don't think-" He began.
"Deal."
"Are you sure?" Ford asked.
"Of course I'm fucking damn well sure, thanks for the vote of confidence." As she said that, she mockingly did thumbs up.
"She's lost it. She's utterly lost it." Mabel whispered.
"I know I've fucking lost it! I only swear this much when I have!" Jess was screaming now. She took a breath, and calmed down. "So is this a fight, we know that, but will it be in a boxing ring, or a circle in the dirt? Or simply just without any of it?"
"How about just a circle in the dirt?" Bill suggested, drawing said circle. Jess just shrugged.
"'Kay, then."
A couple of minutes later, Jessica and Bill stood side by side, infront of nearly the whole town. Stan had called his friends, and pretty soon, word spread. Now he was busy placing bets.
"Best out of three rounds. Winner of each round is whoever knocks the other out of the ring, or into unconsciousness." They nodded, and while Bill walked gracefully to his side, Jess stalked with an insufferable swagger to hers, venom and wildness making her eyes bright. Instead of flannel and jeans, she wore a peacock blue singlet, and grey and pink track pants.
"Round one. Fight!" Stan cried.
"Oh, it's on, Bill." She challenged, her knees slightly bent, fists guarding her face. She advanced on him, and swung. Pain flooded through her hand as she struck him, connecting with his jaw with a sickening crack. He relocated his jawbone, and swung his fist at her. Jessica dodged to the side, moving swiftly, her other hand finding it's way to his face, this time breaking his delicate triangular nose. She lifted her foot, and quick as an asp, kicked him in the stomach. Bill staggered back, and wiped the blood bleeding sluggishly from his nose, glaring at her. She stared back, her gaze filled with pure, undiluted hatred.
"Fucking bitch." He spat. She smiled a wicked, wild, feral smile, as she circled him.
"Quit your useless whining, Cipher." Jessica kicked the back of his knees, causing him to collapse. "I've already won." She clasped her fingers together, and brought them down hard on his skull.
She accepted a bottle of water from Mabel, and stared at Bill, who had recovered from unconsciousness. Dipper aproached, and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Remember, Jess. You can do this."
"Oh, fuck off. I can do this myself." She snarled at him, shrugging off his touch. He backed away, holding his hands up. She wiped her chin, and stalked back to the circle, where Bill was waiting.
"Round two. Fight!" Stan shouted. Jessica crouched, eyes locked on Cipher. He ran at her, fist raised, and she swept her leg out, hooked it around his, and pulled. He toppled over, but before she could punch him, he had teleported away from him, and duplicated around her. Jessica looked around frantically, but she couldn't tell which one was the real Bill.
"Foul! Foul! He's using magic!" Someone cried. She launched herself at the nearest Bill, but she flew right through it...landing a mere inch away fron the line. She got up, and carefully studied the multiple Ciphers. They all looked the same, except...except for the fact that one stood out among the rest. While most were slightly hazy, faded around the edges, one was crystal clear, every detail perfect.
"I got you now, Cipher." She smiled, and flung her fist at him, aiming at his gut. But she fazed through it. She stumbled, and as she tried to recover herself, Bill, the real Bill, came up from behing her, and kicked her in the back, sending her sprawling across the dirt line. She registered the fall a moment before it happened, and landed in a roll. But it was too late. He won. She snarled at him, baring her teeth as she got up. She did not bother dusting herself off as she stalked back to the line.
"Again." She snarled.
"Are you su-" Ford began.
"Again." She repeated.
"Round three. Fight!" Stan announced for the third and final time. Imeadiately Bill tackled her, but her head clear with rage, with a killing calm, dodged the attack. A sound rippled deep in her throat, and she growled at Bill. He feinted to the left, and she fell for it, earning a bow to the face as a result. She stumbled back. He kicked at her, but she caught his foot, and twisted it. He let out a yelp of pain, but she didn't give him the mercy of letting go. She twisted harder, and pulled him closer. Before he lost balance, she gripped his shoulders, and brought her mouth close to his ear.
"You lose, Cipher." She whispered, and slammed her knee into his nuts, her face blank with rage. Bill winced at the pain. Jessica side-kicked him, sending him flying out of the ring.
"Time to hold up your side of the deal, Cipher. So fuck off." She spat those words out like venom in her mouth. But he just got up, and smiled as he replied. It was not an as-you-wish smile. It was a bitter, vile, cunning smile.
"No." And with that, he rose into the air, high out of reach.
"You fucking bastard." Jessica swore, shocked. She held out a hand behind her. "Stan. Give me the magic beans." She ordered, eyes gleaming with vengeance. Pure, wild vengeance.
"But-" He began, trying hopelessly to reason with her.
"Just give me the fucking damn beans!" Cold, round objects were pressed into her out stretched hand. She threw them into the ground, and whether by pure luck or sheer will, they grew. Gasps sounded from behind her as she grasped hold on the ever growing beanstalk. It only grew as high as Bill before it stopped growing, but it was enough. With all her might, her strength, her will, she slapped him. And again. And again.
"That is for double-crossing me. That is for cheating. That is for going back on you word." She drew back her leg and side-kicked him in the stomach. "And that...that is just because I can." She snarled. The impact sent him hurtling to the ground. Jessica climbed down the stalk, and walked over to him as the crowd looked on.
"I'm keeping the necklace, Bill Cipher. So you can crawl back to whatever shithole you came from." She kicked dirt onto him. "And if I ever see your filthy face again, you will regret it for the rest of you miserable existence." She hissed, and turned back, her eyes daring, just daring, for anyone to challenge her. She reached to Pines family and faced the town. There was a moment of silence, the crowd in fearful awe of her.
"Well what are you waiting for? Go back to your damn homes already." She waved them off, and the hurriedly obeyed. It was clear that no-one was to mess with this woman. This wild, feral, beast of a teenage girl. And if anyone, anyone, got in her way, she would cut through them like stalks of wheat.
She never found out what happened to the so-called Bill Cipher.
Jessica surveyed with a keen eye over her new domain. After her fight with Bill, she was in desperate need of space. And so she took a walk. Deep in the forest, she had stumbled across a lovely clearing set in the side of a mountain. A crystal-like lake was planted under a small waterfall that flowed out of the rock. Not too big, not loud enough to cause annoyance. If anything, the space was peacefully quiet. But it was still big enough to contain a small cave inside it. A perfect hiding spot if need be. Upon arrival, she had hired gnomes to build her a small hut where she would stay when she visited Gravity Falls. And of course she would visit, dispite what Bill had put her through.
Like hell she wouldn't.