Critical Rift

Part One

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That which is beyond our dimension should not be tampered with. Unspeakable powers lie beyond in the conforms of time. Few beings have been able to return to the third dimension unscathed. But many have been morphed or driven mad, some even transformed. None are able to even imagine the fourth world, but some are unlucky enough to be sucked in.

Gravity Falls, Oregon is the weakest location between the third and fourth dimensions. If a rift is opened without properly controlled, one's soul could literally be ripped from a physical body. Government scientists and secret societies have searched for rifts such as this for decades, but only one person has found one. His name was Bill Cipher. His hair was a gorgeous blonde, with black streaks throughout. And his eye was an entrancing hazel, almost pure gold. He was a gentle man who, with the help of his lifelong friend, had searched extensively for gateways that led away from our world. He had arrived late one spring in Gravity Falls. He had been reading over his notes in a quiet diner when a young boy ran up to him.

"What'ya readin', mister?" The small child asked.

Bill looked up from his papers and smiled.

The boy gasped and pointed blatantly at him. "Are you a pirate?" The boy asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Bill absently touched the silk of his eyepatch. "I might be," He chuckled.

The boy climbed up onto the bench across the table and reached out to touch it. Bill flinched and the child subsided, a small frown forming on his face.

"I'm sorry mister..."

"No, no. It's not your fault."

"Then who's fault was it?" The little one asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Who hurt your eye?"

Bill became silent for a moment, trying to find the best way to put this.

"Some things shouldn't be tampered with," he finally answered, "But I'm a trouble maker, and I will only continue to tamper with such things."

The boy giggled, "What does that mean?"

Bill shrugged and the child tittered again. "So is it not there anymore?"

Bill smiled wildly, "Would you like to see it?"

The boy's eyes widened and he quickly nodded his head.

Bill reached up to his eyepatch and started to slowly put it up. His eyelid soon opened and underneath was an eye. But not just an eye. The black was where the white would be and the white was where the black should be.

"How did you do that?" The child laughed.

"Science!" Bill Cipher exclaimed, grinning extensively.

The boy giggled, tickled pink.

"Bill!"  A thin man with a gaunt skeletal face approached, and the little boy ran off. "Quit scaring children."

Bill scoffed, "if anything you're the one doing the scaring."

The man sat across from him and sighed, "you know what I mean!"

"Oh quit it, Ivan! I can play with a child without him reporting to authorities. The government won't find us in a place like this."

"That's what you said last time..."

The two were silent for a moment, the tension growing, until Bill spoke yet again.

"Well anyways, I think this is the place we've been looking for, Ivan. I can feel it!"

"Can you sense it in your magic antimatter eye?"