Who Are You?

Chapter 4.5: From another point of view

Pov. Bill

I feel like I'm on hard ground, dirt I would say, I move my hand a little on the grass to feel that tickling sensation on my palm.

I feel the wind ruffling my body and moving my hair on my face.

Hold on!!! Hair!!!!

I immediately raise my torso, to sit on the ground, I open my eyes and begin to touch my face with my hands in a frantic way, a look disgusted by my sack of flesh shape, I cannot see myself in the third person, but having seen and known humans in their form I can say, that they are quite disgusting.

My body is covered with clothes, to my liking, I don't know how, but it's not my first problem. I have a dark human skin, but not too much, my hair of an almost real golden color, but soft to the touch, maybe I could get used to this.

Now my eye has duplicated, I don't know what I look like, but I don't care right now.

Where am I now? What universe am I in? I don't remember what happened to me, I just know that I woke up here in this unpleasant form. I'm surrounded by trees, trees, trees, a statue that depicts me, trees, tr...

I get up and try to float, as usual, but I can't. I look at my hands and turn them over, maybe my powers have weakened. Agh, well, maybe the teleportation still goes, I snap my fingers closing my eyes too, I open them slowly, not even the teleportation goes, everything is going beautifully, I think I have to use these legs like a sack of meat. I walk up to my statue a little battered and I feel this feeling, which overwhelms me telling me to touch it and so I do.

I see pictures of me, a small town called Gravity Falls, and the symbols of my zodiac. Now I remember being defeated by the Pines and their friends. How did I lose? I am the most powerful being of all, having been stopped by simple "humans". I, BILL CIPHER, creatures of chaos, wise, cunning, intelligent and ruthless of all, "killed" by mere mortals. I love it from my old shape, trying to calm me down a bit by starting to see that my yellow clothes start to turn a deep red, my hair does too, so something of my old me is left.

I must take revenge, take back what was mine, the dominion of this world and of many others, where to send suffering and destruction and which I will rule with the fear of my slaves.

My parents stop when I hear footsteps coming this way, in doing so I hide and see who this mysterious figure is approaching.

Is he a kid of maybe 15/16 years old? . Short, brown, eyes of the same color. He wears a hat with a visor, a blue jacket, which contrasts with his red shirt, and shorts on his head. In his hand he holds an all-blue notebook with a silver pine on it. With all this information, only one person comes to mind. Dipper Pines, or as I call it, Pintree.

I see the boy stop a few steps away from the statue and look at it with a mixture of emotions of contempt and terror, but also something else, sorrow? no, I don't think so.

Then a noise in the bushes, which come from behind the statue, alert Pintree.

"Who are you? Let yourself be seen!" in his voice and also from his body you can guess, that he is afraid of the thing that will come out of there.

I look at this whole scene with an amused look. When the creature comes out of its hiding place it shows up and Pintree starts screaming like a frightened young lady, it doesn't seem to me much changed.

The "terrifying creature" turns out to be a simple harmless bunny. I hear a sound: subtle and delicate, it comes from the boy who a few seconds ago was blocked by fear, I see him giggling sweetly, for his small moment of irrational fear for a bunny.

I come out of my hiding place, having thought of an infallible way to take back what was supposed to be mine. I approach the boy in silence and put a hand on his shoulder and with a quick movement I feel a pain in my cheek and I put a hand on it trying to ease the pain.

"Ahhhhhh, you scared me, why did you do it?" he tells me with a mixture of anger, fright and sorrow. Damn, it has become stronger since the last time, the pain used to be more funny, but now not so much.

"You hurt me! Ouch" continued to cuddle my aching cheek, looking at him murderously. I would like to kill him, but I can't.

"If you hadn't scared me, I would have hurt you." I hate it when I'm not right, but I'm not going to apologize, especially to him.

We remain in a dead silence for at least 2 minutes, then he starts talking.

"Sorry for hurting you, anyway my name is Dipper" he tells me, sorry for what happened, and stretches his free hand to be grabbed by mine as if to say "I forgive you" I look at his hand then his face for a few seconds and then I take the sixteen-year-old's hand and wade in his face.

"Nice to meet you Dipper, I'm Frederick"

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Hello, dear people who are reading this book. I hope you enjoy this book.

Tomorrow is my return to school.

See you next time then.