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I don't see a lot of reader-insert writing for what Bill was like before the events of gravity falls. I think he'd be wandering the Nightmare realm for a long while, trying to understand how it works.
You remember the day you met Bill. You two are peas in a pod, joined at the hip since then, thick as thieves- sometimes literally! It's rough out here, in the Nightmare Realm.
It was a slow development, eons of keeping each other company and one day, his attitude towards you changed. It happens after you express a desire to leave the realm, to find broader skies and diverse dimensions. He's right there with you, already thinking of a ticket out of here!
You sometimes catch the way his eyes widen with something close to love, yet closer to obsession when he sees you fight your way out of a sticky situation. It was an intensity that would make the devil blush.
He'll give ya anything you want. A puppy? Sure! He'll make it rain puppies. They'll have an extra set of eyes or limbs, but that's close enough right?
Flowers? He actually paid attention this time and MADE you ones you like- plucked straight from the mindscape of the world's best florists. They're just as cute, fragile, and breakable as you! So what if they screamed and sprouted eyes?
Bill would never admit that he grows softer by the day with how you look at him, marvel at his powers and being with those wide, sparkling eyes of yours.
When you aren't looking, Bill makes sure to check on those flowers. With a snap of his fingers, he'd force life into them, making sure they never wilt.
In a world full of opportunistic and truly desperate dregs of what used to be people, he made sure to keep your light alive. The nightmare realm feared Bill, he'd keep you were safe.
He makes a ukulele from the hair of whoever wronged you- stringed intricately to it WHILE their streaming head is still attached to the instrument! It makes for interesting back-up vocals. He'd sing you a happy, whimsical little serenade he heard on Earth once.
He's make sure to zip up the mouths of anyone who talked badly of you- literally! Sometimes you come across those random people around the nightmare realm, still unable to run their mouths.
He stopped a comet for you, just so you can cross the asteroid belt towards your favorite interdimexican joint.
And if the line was long, he'd get rid of whoever's ahead of you with a snap- they'd turn into silly string or balloons.
Of course, he'd turn them back to normal at your behest. He listens to you! Sometimes.
Bill is much more sappy than you give him credit for. He will deny it till his dying breath. It just looks… different than what mortals would call romance.
He painted the black canvas of the void with stars, comets, suns and moons for your amusement. He loves making them dance and spell out your name. Really extra, but Bill's all for big displays of affection!
He’ll poke fun at how dumb and easily amused you are, but if you see past his scathing banter, you'll see how his eye softens and gazes at you with an other-worldly fondness. Closer to obsession, really- but tom-ay-to, to-mah-to.
He'll never admit it, but he absolutely melts when you call him yours. Some other nicknames that would make him feel like putty would be Sweetheart, honey, light of my never-ending-all-consuming-void.
But of course, he won't say no if you started calling him by his REAL name. The one that would scramble your mind, melt your ears off your face, and vaporize you into nothing but atomic dust.
Just kidding. He won't tell you what it is. Depending on whether or not you're mortal, he'd never risk your well-being like that.
Much.
He will always praise you. For your ups and downs, for your wrongs and rights. He's right there with you, no matter what.
But, he'll get an extra kick out of seeing displays of power from you. Y'know, putting people in their place, defending him from opportunistic bounty hunters. Maybe burning a town or two in his honor, if you lack morals like that! That is H-O-T!
He loves you and his admiration burns. For Bill, love is something close to giving up your entire existence towards each other- in all forms, for all of time.
He will share pieces of himself with you, but give him an inch and he'll take a mile.
He's afraid of vulnerability. Love is a weakness, he's burned himself so many times with mortals and cosmic beings alike.
So, he'll expect you to give yourself fully to him... But he'll be hesitant to do the same.
You and him against the world, forever and in death.
There are nights where he'll warp the nightmare realm into your own personal playground.
He'll make music play out of nowhere, cheerful little tunes he heard in the mindscape of Earth's greatest artists. With a twinkle of his eye, he'll slip his hands over yours and guide you through steps. He teaches you new dances you've never seen before.
You'll dance the night away as he a chorus of screams and wearing flames surrounded you. Your very own, blue and warm spotlight shines over your perfect features. Bill can't possibly take his eyes off you! Whether or not your afraid or elated at the chaos he brewed, he absolutely ADORES you!
Love is acceptance and submission. No matter what, no matter the cost. So he won't understand why you disapprove of certain things he's done. He understands morality- but that's a meat-bag concept! You two are beyond that!
It would shock him to find you won't go with his Weirdmageddon idea.
His pranks turn harmful, well, even for you. Turning coffee to decaf was his worst idea before, but that quickly turned into making arsenic taste like blue raspberry so everyone in Gravity Falls wouldn't be able to tell the difference between that and Kewl-Aid.
Over time, his whimsical, funny little ideas turn into plans. Things that made you laugh out of the sheer absurdity of his ideas, becomes a twisted reality.
He expected you to be with him for all of eternity, no matter what.
So why? Why were you pulling away?
He just doesn't understand. Deep down, he does. But he refuses to acknowledge that.
The sweet gestures and love bombing come back tenfold. Until it becomes unbearable.
He nearly burns you in his attempt to show you a sun so bright and so powerful. He thought you'd love terrifying displays of power as much as he does.
At some point, if he thinks you're pulling away, he'll try to cut you a deal.
He knows you from the inside out. He knows what makes you tick. What you need and want.
If you refuse him time and time again, he gets a little upset. But deep down, he likes the chase. He admires individuality, it is chaos and creative balanced- it makes you YOU. Not just some sad sack he had control over, in a world full of puppets.
Deep down, he doesn't want to take that individuality away from you by shackling you to his whims.
But Gods don't love the way mortal men do.
They consume and devour. Overpower everything until nothing is left and they can rebuild it all in their image. They do what they do best, cast dominion over everything they see and rule.
He whisks you away to the edge of the Nightmare realm, near a void no one comes back from.
A pair of his slender black arms wrap around your waist tightly, almost suffocatingly. Another pair of them sprouts to lovingly cradle your neck and turn your gaze towards him.
He holds you over the edge of this void, vast and endless. You drown in the twisted obsession building in his eye. He takes in your terrified, confused expression, and whispers promises of a future with him. Your form shakes, your feet swinging desperately for purchase.
"It's you and me against the world, I will never let you go."
All of this fear and hurt, just to prove his point. That you need him, and he needs you. If there was one thing Bill had been good at his entire existence, it was sowing fear deep into the minds of everyone he met.
It's up to you, whether or not you'll give in to that fear.
God, proof-reading this just makes me realize how in deep I am. Did you see the little secret notes between the lines? <3 Thanks for reading!
Me trying to explain my newest hyperfixation to my normal, neurotypical friends
Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst, Hurt/No comfort, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Short fic, Pre-Gravity Falls, Existential Crisis lol
Concept: The reader is an ambiguous void-like, abyssal god who met Bill Cipher in the Nightmare realm. Pre-Gravity Falls timeline!
Prologue
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You were destruction and he was creation. He was light where you were darkness.
Or something corny like that.
Time and space held no meaning here, in the Nightmare Realm. Really, what could be consider a nap could be the death and birth of many planets. You can't remember the last time a living being graced your part of the void. Then again, no one really liked living near a blackhole like you did. This was all you've ever known. You were born in the void, existed within it, and slept within the confines of its emptiness.
Until one day, a bright yellow light entered your life.
He wasn't the first entity to wander into this abyss, but he was the first to greet you with no ill intent. He came one night, in a brilliant blue light, flames licking his frame as he entered into existence, here. A single, dark eye opened before you.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"Dimension 5150-B," you softly answered.
The nightmare realm's cosmic garbage dump, really. Where all things end.
He tilted his head, his eye crinkling in curiosity, then delight.
"Well, this place sucks. Time to liven it up!"
With a snap of his fingers, the darkness around you warped and shuddered. The darkness gave way to light, then, became filled with life.
Suddenly, the void was filled with stars, planets, moons, and suns. Oceans of them rippled through the sky in waves. Since then, you stopped feeling so alone. The silence was replaced with the sounds of life. Illusions of places and things you've never seen before danced all around you. In no time, the void was filled with his jovial voice and your soft laughter.
Bill Cipher never ran out of things to say to fill the silence. Spinning tales and coaxing laughter out of you. He always had something new to share with you. He enjoyed the way you listened with rapt attention as he weaved tale after tale for both of your amusement.
Some days, he'll tell you of a world different than the one you were bound in. A dimension beyond your understanding, full of colors you've yet to see. Full of people who spoke languages you've never heard before. Planets that survive off only one moon, stars that grow and become planets. Worlds that endure despite having collapsing suns, darker nights, and billions of people.
Other days, he'd tell you of his home.
But those stories, they never stayed.
Those stories escaped you like sand through your fingers. Tragic as they were, your mind would fight to hold onto them. You never understood why, but they always fade as soon as Bill's voice would turn quiet and small. He'd look away and it would be as if the moment never happened.
Sadness didn't fit Bill's bright yellow colors, you thought. You'd spend the rest of eternity making sure he was happy if you had to!
It was your silent vow.
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Up above, the endless blanket of stars watched as you and Bill sat next to each other.
You held your breath as a golden glow washed across the barren rock around you. From underneath the earth, tendrils of black twirled upwards. They writhed each curling into a small, black bulb.
Bill always had an affinity for creation- or weirdness, as he called it.
Where he breathed life and curiosities into the nightmare realm, you were the abyss that hungrily consumed it all.
You watched with bated breath as the flowers around you swayed gently. Bill watched with an upturned eye as he theatrically flicked his wrist towards the field.
One by one, the bulbs unfurled, blooming into delicate black petals that glistened faintly with impossible colors. You smiled as the last one slowly opened before you.
"Go on, take it, it's yours!"
Yours.
The words echoed in your mind as you reached for a flower. It seemed to sigh and wilt slightly as you plucked it off the ground.
With care, you brushed the pads of your fingers over its petals. It was unlike anything you've seen before.
However, it soon crumbled and turned into ash the moment you touched its stem.
You pulled your hand back as the ash fell through your fingers. Bill plucked another flower from the ground and held it out to you, his single eye crinkled in amusement. He held it close to your face for you to admire.
Something in you melted at the gesture.
Bill brought so much more than life to the Nightmare realm. With him came warmth and laughter.
He told you of impossible futures, dreams, and nightmares beyond the veil of the world you two were in. You shared in his dream of breaching that veil and existing where there was natural light and more people.
He loved to shower you with gifts like this. You happily accepted all of it, cherishing these tiny gestures from a friend.
Like clockwork, you two would meet in this barren little rock you found in the Nightmare realm. Sharing stories and secrets. Mapping out unnamed constellations and writing your name in the stars- sometimes literally!
Bill moved heaven and earth for you, and you reveled in this. Your heart fluttered every time he used his all-seeing eye to describe beautiful places for you. You memorized the way his black hands would cradle stars and move them in the shape of your name in the sky.
You wouldn't trade this for the world, being beside your best friend in a lonely, unforgiving dimension. A part of you hoped Bill felt the same warmth in your chest you felt when he was around.
You didn't realize you would have to give it all up someday.
You'd look back and realize that this was the last gesture of kindness Bill Cipher would show you for a very, very long time.
He disappeared one day, taking all the light with him.
Time mercilessly passed in cold, breathless, silence.
Until one day, he came back.
No longer the same friend you knew before.
Hoo boy, all the typos I gotta fix
Wherein Bill escaped the Theraprism, and Dimension #5150 sends their best bounty hunter after him. YOU!
But none of them ever expected you to fall in love with him.
The Theraprism was a place built to rehabilitate. But with the Great Axolotl's sudden disappearance, a lot of convicts used the opportunity to slip away and disappear. Among them, was the infamous Bill Cipher.
~~~
You pick up his book after finding the last human who read it. Your mind is hungry for information about him- the first ever convict to escape the Theraprism, a space outside of time, a place of redemption.
How evil and powerful do you have to be to escape such a place?
You convince yourself you're reading it to find out where he is. To know the scale of Bill Cipher's crimes. But deep down, you knew better than that.
It was helpful in tracking the triangle down, but also for entertainment.
"Slow days? Why don't you come on over for a drunk at O'Sadley's, my favorite pub in the entire Rock Bottom Asteroid Belt of the Vicious Spiral Nebula! Their "I'm Fine" juice is guaranteed to keep you coming back."
The book entertains you on a boring day.
"Ever think to yourself, mystery reader, what would happen if two warring planets collided in an epic, world-ending display? Ya ever pick up any romance novels? I'm a sucker for Enemies-to-Lovers fics, myself. So I made two planets kiss once, it was COOL! FIXED THEIR LITTLE WAR PROBLEMS TOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
There was a lot of filler pages just filled with "AHAHAHA"s, you noticed.
The contents were indeed disturbing. At least, to a mortal or any normal person. You've seen worse in your line of work, really. But so far, all you saw were funny little stories of mischief and shocking antics. Nothing of a dimension or planet killer.
Perhaps, that was all that he wanted you to see.
"SAY PAL, I KNOW I ASKED YA LIKE A BAJILLION TIMES ALREADY... BUT D'YA WANNA MEET UP FOR A DRINK? I COULD USE A NEW DRINKING BUDDY AFTER THAT LAST ONE GREW A SPINE AND TRIED TO ZAP ME OUT OF EXISTENCE!"
The book spoke to you. Tried to befriend you. You knew deep down it was a ruse, that it was manipulating you. It even asked you to give it some of your blood, once. Ha! No one would ever fall for that. So you decided to take a break from it.
The next time you opened it, the words written there weren't so funny.
"Y'know, I wish I could see the look in your face while you're reading this", the book wrote, its ink fading into splotchy letter.
"Why are you stalling? What's taking so long? Can you really not find me, or is it that...."
A singular, giant eye flashed through the darkened pages of the book, startling you.
"...You're having fun reading my book? You're enjoying my stories, aren't you. Ya sick little freak! We're not so different, you and I."
"You're not as good and moral as you think you are, [REDACTED]."
Upon surrendering the book to the Wardens of the Theraprism, you were tasked with hunting Bill down.
You closed the book after that, heart hammering in your chest. You couldn't look at it for days.
~~~
Shaken yet determined to do your job, you set out after him. It needed to be done, the book was made of lies. The book was made to manipulate the reader.
You needed to do your job, before Bill destroys more lives. You needed to be a Warden, and bring him to justice.
You needed to go back to your monotonous, violent, and bleak life, where all you did was spill blood and-
You needed to find Bill.
He asked you time and time again to have a drink with him.
And you knew just the bar to find him in.
Psst, thanks for reading!
Pitching an idea into the void here. The reader isn't human, still fleshing out what she is. But she is an entity whose SOLE purpose is to be a bounty hunter and warden to the Theraprism.
Wherein Bill escaped the Theraprism, and Dimension #5150 sends their best bounty hunter after him. YOU!
But none of them ever expected you to fall in love with him.
The Theraprism was a place built to rehabilitate. But with the Great Axolotl's sudden disappearance, a lot of convicts used the opportunity to slip away and disappear. Among them, was the infamous Bill Cipher.
~~~
You pick up his book after finding the last human who read it. Your mind is hungry for information about him- the first ever convict to escape the Theraprism, a space outside of time, a place of redemption.
How evil and powerful do you have to be to escape such a place?
You convince yourself you're reading it to find out where he is. To know the scale of Bill Cipher's crimes. But deep down, you knew better than that.
It was helpful in tracking the triangle down, but also for entertainment.
"Slow days? Why don't you come on over for a drunk at O'Sadley's, my favorite pub in the entire Rock Bottom Asteroid Belt of the Vicious Spiral Nebula! Their "I'm Fine" juice is guaranteed to keep you coming back."
The book entertains you on a boring day.
"Ever think to yourself, mystery reader, what would happen if two warring planets collided in an epic, world-ending display? Ya ever pick up any romance novels? I'm a sucker for Enemies-to-Lovers fics, myself. So I made two planets kiss once, it was COOL! FIXED THEIR LITTLE WAR PROBLEMS TOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
There was a lot of filler pages just filled with "AHAHAHA"s, you noticed.
The contents were indeed disturbing. At least, to a mortal or any normal person. You've seen worse in your line of work, really. But so far, all you saw were funny little stories of mischief and shocking antics. Nothing of a dimension or planet killer.
Perhaps, that was all that he wanted you to see.
"SAY PAL, I KNOW I ASKED YA LIKE A BAJILLION TIMES ALREADY... BUT D'YA WANNA MEET UP FOR A DRINK? I COULD USE A NEW DRINKING BUDDY AFTER THAT LAST ONE GREW A SPINE AND TRIED TO ZAP ME OUT OF EXISTENCE!"
The book spoke to you. Tried to befriend you. You knew deep down it was a ruse, that it was manipulating you. It even asked you to give it some of your blood, once. Ha! No one would ever fall for that. So you decided to take a break from it.
The next time you opened it, the words written there weren't so funny.
"Y'know, I wish I could see the look in your face while you're reading this", the book wrote, its ink fading into splotchy letter.
"Why are you stalling? What's taking so long? Can you really not find me, or is it that...."
A singular, giant eye flashed through the darkened pages of the book, startling you.
"...You're having fun reading my book? You're enjoying my stories, aren't you. Ya sick little freak! We're not so different, you and I."
"You're not as good and moral as you think you are, [REDACTED]."
Upon surrendering the book to the Wardens of the Theraprism, you were tasked with hunting Bill down.
You closed the book after that, heart hammering in your chest. You couldn't look at it for days.
~~~
Shaken yet determined to do your job, you set out after him. It needed to be done, the book was made of lies. The book was made to manipulate the reader.
You needed to do your job, before Bill destroys more lives. You needed to be a Warden, and bring him to justice.
You needed to go back to your monotonous, violent, and bleak life, where all you did was spill blood and-
You needed to find Bill.
He asked you time and time again to have a drink with him.
And you knew just the bar to find him in.
Psst, thanks for reading!
Pitching an idea into the void here. The reader isn't human, still fleshing out what she is. But she is an entity whose SOLE purpose is to be a bounty hunter and warden to the Theraprism.
be ready for more from this silly au:]] i call it Reformed Bill!
It’s still in progress but my mind was blowing up with ideas when creating my AU of Bill. I plan on creating comics of him whenever I get the chance since I’m still getting use to drawing Ford and Bill…and my lack at art skills don’t help but I’ll post a comic when I figure it all out
Heavily inspired by the AU’s of @honeqq and @handymanbill
Who left their Bill Cipher in the soup?!
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This art of mine is Inspired by @handymanbill