Demolition lovers I Dipper Pines x Bill Cipher's daughter reader!

Chapter One.

Trigger warning: Small mention of suicide!! 

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Everything and anything leading from this humble moment in time would lead you down a whirlwind of pain, and of joy, and of suffering, and of hope, and of love. It seemed like such a simple moment in time, the simple act of walking down a lonely road, mulling over life and how it had lead you to the small town of Gravity Falls, Oregon.

The metaphorical path ahead would be conflicted, confusing, scary and harsh. But you didn't know that yet. The physical path ahead, however, was easy to discern. It was a single dusty road stretched thinly towards the horizon, leading to what you, a collection of atoms remarkable and un-remarkable, were hoping would be the town center, or a population of people, at the very, very least.

The figurative path behind you, well, it hadn't exactly treated you the best so far, with the mother who had nursed you lovingly, now long dead from a noose of rope she had secured firmly around her neck, and your own father not well suited to being an encouraging parental figure either. After all, your father was infamous Bill Cipher, the cruel, sadistic dream demon, harboring no love for you, but a closer desire to being superior over everyone else on the planet.

Your mother had fallen in love with the demon the one single time he had taken on a human form, a human form that was, definitely and extraordinarily handsome, and capable, and Bill had fallen right back for the earthly woman, through the small things like how he called her smart, and how she called him charming.

Mortal relationships were mostly beneath Bill, and love wasn't a proper concept, but he had allowed himself one exception, however with it ending terribly bad, it just proved his point even further: No one can love. Love isn't real. Love would, and always would be, a chemical reaction. A horrible chemical reaction. His one-time chemical reaction he would never replicate, ever again.

The two demolition lovers had given birth you, of course, before the relationship had turned grim, but it had indeed soured after your mother's complaints of how Bill was never home to look after you, and how each time he was, the inhumane, unreachable look in his eyes just turned darker and darker.

Well, to stifle his lover's complaints and un-certainty, Bill Cipher had revealed his true form and didn't expect anything of it, heck, he had even expected good of it, but your mother was shocked horribly and deeply saddened, the one trait she hated most in the world, lying; clearly evident when Bill's triangle form tipped it's top-hat at her with a cheery expression.

Evident in her lover's actions of betrayal and trickery, combined with your mother realizing that he was not who he seemed to be, resulted in her taking her own life in the un-fulfilled, false promises of forever. Since then, any decency Bill Cipher had harbored in his soul, had been taken away too, a hate for you having evolved inside him, a will to be absent again, in more terrible ways, and a will to be even worse the few times he was there at your side.

You, the offspring of pain and suffering immobilized, were in Gravity Falls now, physically thirteen in human time, much older in the warped infinity of your father's disturbing, grotesque dream realm. The weather was mostly sunny, but also chilly, like a sign every good thing came with a down-fall and a cruel twist of fate.

Against your own will, you had inherited some of your father's powers, which you hated using as it was a sickly mark of him, but you did have some, such as the physical abilities to levitate objects and turn invisible whenever it was required, and the mental abilities like entering people's dreams and a subtle capacity to read emotions and lies.

You were now gaining distance closer to the actual town, through walking miles down the same singular dusty road, possessing only a few trinkets in your bag and the ripped, torn clothes on your sweaty, aching back. Every time a car roared by loudly, you hid behind a tall, soaring Pine-tree, not wanting to be seen by judging eyes, and not wanting to be catcalled for being a young, female hitchhiker.