I already have one request and it hasn't been 24 hours! Thank you so much!

From McWhiteRose (Guest): "Can you make a scene where Bill interacts with someone besides the main characters?"

I assume you mean besides Dipper, Mabel, or Stan? Coming right up! (Kind of based on a personal headcanon of mine, sorry)

Friendly Advice

If there was one thing that Fiddleford knew, it was that you could not trust anyone. He had learned that very quickly when he had joined forces with this mysterious author, encountering creatures and monsters that were always lurking out of sight, watching him with alert eyes. No one was safe in this paranormal town, not with everything ready to stab you in back the moment you encountered something strange and new. The only people he had placed his trust in now were his wife, the author, and his small son who was far too young to deal with this craziness.

He often looked in the journals when the author was working on the portal, just curious to see what had been written down so far. He smiled at the notes he already knew, remembering how absurd these creatures had appeared not very long ago. There were monsters that he did not know of, though, and he made a mental note to himself to draw protection spells around the house to protect his wife and son from such things. They suspected nothing odd of the town as of late, but that could change drastically if he was not careful. The last thing he wanted was something dreadful to happen to them because of his stupidity.

It was late one night when Fiddleford found the newest page in the author's second journal. The man was off getting supplies for the machine and had left Fiddleford in charge of the lab for the night until he returned. The inventor couldn't help but smile at how much trust was being placed in him, liking the idea of a quiet atmosphere for a few hours.

He picked up the journal and flipped to the most recent page, raising an eyebrow at the odd sketches there. Creature #326, read the title of the page. There appeared to be some sort of triangle inside of a wheel with ten odd (yet strangely familiar) symbols lined up inside. Fiddleford could not stop the small shudder that ran up his spine as he stared at the large eye resting inside the triangle.

This was by far one of the oddest creatures he had seen as of yet. Why had the author added this geometrical figure to the book? Was it of some significance?

He was so engrossed in the pages that he did not notice the colors of the lab vanishing, fading to black and white, nor the large eye peering down at him from one of the rounded light above his head. It was not until a loud high-pitched cackling reached his ears that the man jumped and looked up in shock.

What on earth...?

The eye's long pupil grew as the outline of the triangle appeared around it, an angular body slowly forming to create the creature on the journal page. Fiddleford hurriedly shut the journal and stuffed it into his jacket as the laughter echoed in the floor of lab. A bright yellow triangle with a top hat... Well, that was new.

The triangle (or should he call it Creature #326? Was that term too demeaning?) floated down to eye level, only three feet from the man's face. "Well, well, well! I see you've certainly been busy helping old Six Fingers, eh? How nice of him to finally add me to the journal!"

Fiddleford found himself oddly flustered in the creature's presence as a black cane appeared and the triangle began to twirl it about casually. How did it know who he was?

"Oh, I know lots of things! Lots of things..." The triangle suddenly froze and a rapid series of images flashed across his front, so fast that Fiddleford could not keep up with it. He managed to catch a glimpse of perhaps one: a young boy in a suit holding out his hand, as if wanting someone to shake it. As quickly as they showed up, the images vanished and the triangle was itself once again.

That was odd. Almost as if it had -

"Read your mind?" Fiddleford jumped and eyed the geometrical shape in suspicion as it cackled. "I'm a dream demon, it's kind of my thing!"

"A dream demon?" That was definitely nothing he or the author had heard of before. "D-Do you have a name?"

The triangle laughed at his nervous stammering. "The name's Bill Cipher, and I already know who you are, McGucket."

"Y-You do?"

Something about the creature made him feel uneasy. He had always encountered creatures with the author, or the author had seen them on his own. Why was one now just suddenly talking to him?

If the triangle had a mouth, Fiddleford was certain that he would be smiling. "Of course! I already told you: I know lots of things!"

"Why are you here? Why are you talking to me?"

Bill floated down to his side, hooking the man's arm with his cane to yank him closer. "Just came to offer a bit of advice, that's all! You know, your friend who is writing these journals must know he's digging in deep here, right? I mean, the mysteries of the town are dangerous and the more answers you find... The less you will wish you knew.

"So my advice for you to tell your friend," Bill growled, turning scarlet red slowly before his eyes, "is to turn back before he sees something he will regret."

Before Fiddleford could make a witty retort or think of a way to respond, the triangle returned to his normal yellow glow and floated up to the ceiling. "But until then, I'll be watching you! Just remember: the universe is a hologram, reality is an illusion, buy gold, BYEEEEEE!"

Fiddleford sat upright with a cry as he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Blinking slowly, he realized the lab was now colorful once more, and the author had returned, frowning down at him in concern.

Was it merely a dream? Had he imagined the whole thing?

"Are you alright? You appeared to be having a very terrifying dream." The author's voice was laced with concern and the younger man considered telling him all he had seen. But what if he was overreacting and Bill Cipher was made up by his imagination?

A familiar cackle filled the room, but the author did not seem to hear anything out of the ordinary. Fiddleford set his jaw and knew he had to say something. "I was visited by a demon... We may have something new to add to the journals now."

Well, I hope this was satisfactory or at least met your expectations, McWhiteRose! I left the author as anonymous due to the fact that I'm not entirely on board with any of the theories going around just yet. Besides, it adds a bit of mystery, eh?