Daughter of Bill Cipher (Corona's Weirdmageddon fanfic)

Chapter 1

Dipper remembered the dream he had, while he was on the bus those few days ago. He and Mabel were coming back to Gravity Falls to spend the summer. It's been a year since they've returned home, and they couldn't wait to go back. Mabel was really excited. She wanted to see her friends, Grenda and Candy again.

Dipper couldn't wait to spend more time exploring anomalies with his uncles. He fell asleep on the bus. He remembered his dream. Dipper didn't know where he was now. Everything around him was black and white, all gray.

It reminded him of Bill Cipher. He recalled how his uncles defeated him and stopped his Weirdmageddon. He recalled how the Mizfits were there to help him.

Dipper took a look at the background. It appeared to be some form of room. With tools for hobbies, such as painting, ventriloquy, candle making, paper mache. There were boxes of puzzles, different types of paintings on the walls, an ventriloquist dummy on a dresser, an chess board game on another dresser.

Dipper took another look at one of the paintings, which were the only things that weren't black and white. It was of Bill Cipher running to hug what seemed to be a shorter female version of himself. Yellow, shaped like a triangle with one eye, with black limbs, with a black flower on her chest, and a black bow on the right side of her head.

Dipper was confused, when he heard what was singing. He quickly hid behind one of the dressers and saw someone teleport into the room. It was some girl his age. Fair skin, black eyes, short blonde hair with a black bow, and wore a red sweater with an eye on it, the same as Bill's. She wore blue jeans with black flats.

"Seven A.M, the usual morning line-up

Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean

Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up

Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15

And so I read a book

Or maybe two or three

I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery

I'll play guitar and knit

And cook and basically

Just wonder when will my life begin?

Then after lunch, it's puzzles and darts and baking

Paper mache, a bit of ballet, and chess

Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making

Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb, sew a dress

And I'll reread the book, if I have time to spare

I'll paint the walls some more

I'm sure there's room somewhere

And then I'll brush and brush

And brush and brush my hair

Stuck in the same place I've always been..."

Dipper continued to watch the girl. She was painting more new paintings on the walls, cleaning up the room and making it more tidy, reading a book or two, playing a guitar and knitting new sweaters, baking things such as cookies and pies. She did more things, like pottery, doing ventriloquy with that ventriloquist dummy of hers that looked like a one eyed demon with sharp horns and wearing a thick black suit, making projects out of paper mache, ballet dancing, making candles.

She'd sew dresses, make sketches in her sketchbook, and even brushed her hair. She played the chess game with a clone of her own that she had conjured up, much to Dipper's amazement. However, she wasn't done singing, and she glowed and began taking on a form. She transformed, and after she was done, Dipper covered his mouth to keep himself from gasping.