It was the last day at the reform school, I was on the bus on the way home.

Last day at the boring reform school. I get it, my parents don't like my 'attitude', the way I behave with teachers at school. It's not my fault that they teach stuff that I already know or that I don't care about. Why should I listen to something that I don't care about? School makes no sense, it wants to 'educate' you, so you can be whoever you want to be, but whoever you want to be it's not going to be related with stuff you don't like.

The worse and best thing is, that summer is approaching. That means that I get to do what I want, but it also means that my parents can do anything they want with my time. I already told them I will escape summer school if they ever send me to it again. I hope they got the message. If they did, I will hopefully pass the time pulling subtle pranks on people and drawing and creating sci-fi creatures.

Breaking the fourth wall here. It might seem out of place, but I love science fiction and fantasy. The advanced technology and weird creatures are fascinating. That's why I´ve always wanted to learn about physics, to try and duplicate futuristic tech!

"Get off kid, you're the last one in the bus and this is the last stop"

"I don't want to spend any more time in this uniform either so don't even say it twice " Getting off the bus, I headed straight home. Mom was already waiting for me.

"How was your last day at school?" She asked

"Boring, as always." I answered

"You should start socializing more, make more friends, you never bring anyone home"

"Me and the rest have an unspoken contract, I don't annoy them, and they don't annoy me in return. They don' t like the stuff I like anyways. The only people that I would make an effort with is people that I share at least one common interest with and that are actually willing to be with me, and of all the people I know, they're in Piedmont." I started walking to the door.

"You're lucky then. You are going to spend all summer with your grand uncle Stanford. Alongside Dipper and Mabel. In a town practically in the middle of nowhere, called Gravity Falls. Maybe he will set you straight." Mom opened the door

"I don't need to be 'set straight'" I passed to the living room

"What I meant was, teach you respect towards your elders and develop proper manners. Your bus sets off tomorrow and you have to pack."

"So quick already? You've just told me"

Thanks for the notice, really. Had it been three days before, I would have totally not been more prepared.

"Yes, Stephen and Mary wanted to send their kids quickly, and I'm not sending you alone. The bus is going to set off here, at seven thirty, and make a stop in Piedmont within an hour." She put her hands on her hips.

"I am going to my bedroom I guess..." I went upstairs to my room. My mom always said it was messy, with lots of drawings pasted like posters to a wall, covering up almost the entirety of it, an undone bed and desk full of random things like: books, action figures, puzzle toys and drawings. I like to say that it was my own unique order. I threw myself to bed.

Gravity Falls, sounds familiar for some reason...

I didn't know if it was because of my body's desire to sleep or something else, but I fell asleep instantly. I dreamt of a family, an elder brother and mother and father. I knew in my dream that they were my family. The weird thing about that family is that it was made up by a bunch of lines.

I saw lines of color that I knew instantly what they represented. Yellow was mom, light blue with a darker blue in the center was dad and deep blue with a blue section was my brother.

I was learning how to interact in that world, and apparently my dad was a bunch of energy with consciousness, weird right? Well, in the dream, our mom explained to us that creatures like dad were the ones that brought consciousness and life, to objects beings like my mom made. She told me I had a body that could do the same if I ever desired. My brother told me he had to liberate himself of his body once his mind was strong enough, as his body was weak for him to live with it forever. I felt sad about that, but he soon told me he'd be able to do anything dad could, like make fire by will and bring consciousness to other bodies.

I woke up, not feeling as sad as I felt in the dream but still with a lingering of sadness. After a few seconds, I realized just how weird my dream was. Feeling sad for a line? Really? I took my notebook from a drawer and began writing the most I could about the dream, although I couldn't really translate much of what I had seen, as it was a white line, with colored lines inside.

After I finished, I remembered I still had to pack for the summer. I took my chair and put on the few clothes I was going to use for the day after. Then I put all the summer clothes I could into a suitcase that was not there when I fell asleep but was when I woke up, alongside my basic art supplies and five books. Just for fun, I also put a black suit that I hoped still suited me and some wires, glue, magnifying glass, and two ropes.

I put the suitcase outside the room, so my mom would know that it's ready and wouldn't bother me about it. I went downstairs and turned on the TV, but there wasn't anything that I felt like watching at the moment. I took some frozen cookies from the freezer and turned on the fire of the oven to bake them, but I got hypnotized by it. The fire was blue, not orange, thanks to the natural gas, but I couldn't help but find it much more cautivating than I should, like a symbol of a loved era long past.

I broke out my hypnosis when I felt my hand being warmed up by the flame, too close for my own liking. I put the cookies in, grabbed a timer to take with me and set it so I would arrive five minutes before they were done and went outside.

Man, I'm bored. I want to do something but I don't know what. Maybe I can walk around...

I walked and walked, checking the timer, and when I saw it with ten minutes left, I ran all the way home. I was panting when I arrived so I drank three consecutive glasses of cold water. I checked on the cookies and took them out of the oven. I kept drinking sips of water and when I felt the cookies weren't going to burn my mouth by eating them, I started to eat them. I left half a batch. I brushed my teeth, and after my mom reminded me more than thrice, I took a shower. I went straight to sleep.

I was learning to control the energy that I hoped would one day master as well as my dad. However, something weird happened. There was a line that varied size, and it was physical matter. I couldn't understand how an object could not only vary in size and stay physical, disrespecting all my world's physics! I was curious, very curious, and so I approached the line and greeted it. I got an ominous response in return, that came from nowhere and everywhere. I could feel a mind, some kind of being that was outside of my world and inside at the same time. I was afraid and excited, this was something weird, sure, but it was something out of the routine! I wanted to know everything about the creature, how it did that, what its name was, if he could see me or not.

What felt like days in the dream passed, I had befriended the creature, and it didn't have a name. It explained to me that it was an inter-dimensional creature, the only one of its class, that could naturally travel between dimensions. I was surprised when it told me it was a being of three dimensions currently, and that it couldn't manage to adapt to the two-dimensional dimension of mine it was visiting. Two dimensions felt so natural for me, but I guessed that it made sense. I told it that I wanted to see what the world in three dimensions was like, and it told me that my brain would explode when seeing in three dimensions. I told him that we could try to exchange bodies, as I had a natal talent for mind perception and entering mindscapes, and that nothing would explode.

It accepted, we exchanged and I could see all my world at the same time, and no longer lines! Where I was there was a three lined yellow creature, that I assume was once me. I felt powerful, much more than seconds before. Was this the power of ascending dimensions? How many dimensions were there? Could I comprehend them, now no longer bound by a two-dimensional body? Was my dimension truly the place I wanted to stay all my life? Why energy beings like my father had never mentioned power like this? Were they stuck in two dimensions? If so, were they weaker than me? Could I still manipulate matter, even with this vastly different body?

I created fire and, for the first time, I could see it in all its wonderfulness. I didn't want to go back to be a two-dimensional creature. I wanted to go and explore other worlds, places unlike anything I could ever imagine. The yellow triangle, my previous body, started poking at me, and instinctively I threw the fire at it. The fire didn't end up only on my ex-body, but it also ended up on other places in the dimension and other creatures. A misfortune of a three-dimensional attack on a two-dimensional world. The screams alerted some of the few total energy beings, of which only my dad, now a circle of light, could actually stop the fire. He couldn't be everywhere he was needed, and the ground was very susceptible to my now more powerful fire. All in all, the perfect mix for an apocalypse.

When I got out of the shock, most of the dimension had already been burned. I tried controlling it, but it was too late. The fire would have soon reached me had I not moved towards the impromptu refugee where my family was. Mom was no longer a line, she was a trapezoid, and my brother an incomplete triangle with light inside. Mom questioned me, and my brother told me he didn't want to die. Dad arrived and confessed he should have trained me more, that I was too powerful not to be on watch at all times. My mom was the one to go first, she died protecting my brother from the flames. My brother was naturally vulnerable to them, as he was an incomplete shape, the flames burned his soul from the inside out. Almost all the pure energy beings didn't die; they left, to places unknown to me.

The last thing my father told me was that it was his fault. He then proceeded to convert himself into heat. I couldn´t sense his mind anymore. I was falling in the void that once had the plane of my entire universe, and I managed to jump into another dimension.

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Author here! I obviously, do not own the Gravity Falls cartoon, that´s Alex´s Hircsch´s privilege. Highly doubt anyone would say anything anyway but just in case.

This is my first fanfiction, to be honest I´m kind of excited and terrified. As a reader, I´ve always felt sad about authors abandoning their works, so I thought that I shouldn´t publish until the work was complete. But then, a few months ago, I also thought, what if that incompleted work was never published? I would have never met that world.

That´s why, even without having the story completed, I published this. It started as an experiment, how flawed of a character I could write (Who better to practice with than Bill Cipher, a deeply flawed character?). And I fell in love with the concept.

I try to stay as consistent as possible with the characters, but if you feel like one doesn´t "sound" like them, please tell me the fragment and why the character wouldn´t say it. Sorry for going everywhere in this note, I hope you enjoyed it!

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