The Second Summer - A Gravity Falls fanfic

Finding new Friends (And failing murder)

As Bill contemplated everything in that bathroom, he knew he couldn't operate alone. And he certainly didn't want the Pines in on his plans, obviously. That's when he remembered something. The multiverse was controlled by invisible forces and entities. If he could leave his message in plain sight, but nobody but the entities could read it, then maybe he'd have a chance.

He walked out of the bathroom quietly. It was sometime around midnight at that point. Creeping downstairs and out of the house, he closed the door behind him. Bill went through the woods and back to the town. He looked for the nearest blank space of wall, which was relatively easy to find. Then he realized he had nothing to write with.

Cursing, he stalked off, the only illumination in the night being the light posts. He came across a store and peered inside its glass windows. In the very back, he spotted spray paint cans. Cipher pushed on the door, but it wouldn't budge. He then used a trick he'd seen many robbers do before, break the door! He kicked the hinges on the door, rusty with old age, they broke.

He shoved the door, and it fell down, allowing him inside. He entered, looking around for the paint cans he saw earlier. Bill went to the back and found them rather easily. He grabbed a package and broke it open. Grabbing one of the cans, he shook it up and opened it. He pressed on the spray button, trying to test the can.

"OW! GOD DAMN IT!" He screeched as the paint got in his eye. "AGAIN? WHY- WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?!"

He rubbed his eyelid vigorously, trying to stop the pain. As it cleared, he opened his eye and blinked. The triangle capped the can and fled the store, returning to the wall he saw before. There, he left his message.

"Wr dqb gdun irufhv durxqg khuh, wkh qdph'v eloo flskhu. L'p orrnlqj iru vrph hqwlwlhv wr vwduw G 'foxe' zlwk. Phhw ph edfn khuh dw plgqljkw wrpruurz li brx jhw wklv phvvdjh."

(To any dark forces around here, the name's Bill Cipher. I'm looking for some entities to start A 'club' with. Meet me back here at midnight tomorrow if you get this message.)

Satisfied, he stepped back and looked at the words. That's when the streetlights began to dim. The bulbs inside of them burst and the town went dark. Bill looked around. It seemed something had read his message already. A figure drew closer, it looked a lot like Dipper Pines, but Cipher knew better.

"Off-Brand? That you?" He asked.

The entity's skin began to mold into its basic form. A blank normal canvas of a person. "Hello, Bill. Quite the predicament you've found yourself in."

"You already know what I'm here for. I just have one question; are you in?"

"Depends, what are you offering?" They asked on a monotone voice.

Bill's mind ran through many things he could offer. "I can teach you how to summon lightning?" He shrugged.

"Where'd you learn how to do that?"

"A shaman. Gravity Falls back in the day had many spiritual leaders." The triangle explained.

"Alright, I'm in. But I'm not shaking your hand."

"Fair."

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The sun began to peek over the hills of the town, painting the landscape in pastel. Bill woke up as the rays hit his eye. Surprisingly, he didn't have a dream. Then again, he wasn't sure he could have dreams. He couldn't remember the last time he had one. He sat up and looked around, remembering what happened last night.