S A V E M E ➳ Depravity Falls/Gravity Falls

Chapter One ➳

Bill regretted ever touching that infernal book. If only he had been less adventurous and stayed away from the danger. He was only here to visit his great uncle during the summer. But now, he had awoken something horrible and dangerous, something that could annihilate him or the world. If only he hadn't read that stupid spell.

"Hey, Triangle, do not run."

"We just want to have some fun."

Bill was on the verge of crying, hearing them chant that same rhyme over and over again as they chased him through the forest. His day had started out so normal, but then he made one fatal mistake... It was only a short while ago...

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Bill walked down into the dark part of the forest with cardboard signs, a hammer, and some nails, in his hand. His Grunkle Stan had ordered him to hammer up the signs to point in the direction of the "Mystery Shack" so he could collect more tourists. It was incredibly hot — ridiculously hot, more like it — and he was sweating like mad.

Bill wiped the back of his tan hand along his forehead, brushing back his blonde locks. He always found it amusing when his family would say stuff like, "Wow, Bill, you look nothing like your Uncle Stan," or other stupid stuff like that. He had golden eyes and blonde hair, while Stan once had brown hair and had brown eyes. It's not like Bill depended on family resemblance to keep himself up anyways.

He wore what he usually always did: a yellow sweater with a brickwork pattern stitched on the bottom, black pants and matching dress shoes. He couldn't help but be semi-formal with his bow-tie since his dad was a serious businessman. Bill ended up going to many formal events because of this. His dad was always getting a raise, or a promotion, or something else similar to that.

Bill took hold of the wooden handle on the hammer and held up the sign. It had words painted in black on it that read This Way! and the others had different messages on them. He hated working at the Mystery Shack, honestly. He didn't even want to work there.

"So irritating..." Bill muttered and rolled his eyes and drove the hammer down upon the nail. "Why doesn't he send Wendy to do these stupid chores?" As soon as he said that he bit his tongue. He liked Wendy. She was pretty, super cool, and such a nice girl. She was sixteen though and he was only thirteen going on fourteen. At least he was somewhat tall for his age.

Bill shook his head, making Wendy disappear, and continued on with his job. He wished that his irritating brother, Will, would get off his lazy, cry-baby butt and help him, but Wendy was always protecting him. That honestly annoyed Bill. Will was such a nuisance, but Bill was always picking on him anyways.

Bill's irritation grew with each passing second. "Of course Will is probably hiding under the bed right now. Pitiful baby." He grabbed a nail and a sign and held it up with one hand, the hammer in the other. "And I thought this summer would be fun," he grumbled and then clenched his jaw. Whatever. Bill slammed the hammer onto the head of the nail and, quite unexpectedly, a loud ringing-bang type sound emitted from the trunk of the tree.

"What the...?" Bill looked around, utterly baffled, and dropped the hammer and signs onto the forest floor. He made a fist with his hand and knocked onto the tree. He could hear the faint hollow sounding echo. Bill's curiosity drove him forward and he felt up along the tree and felt an unusual divot in the side of if. He curled his fingers into the space and pulled backwards.

Shockingly, a metal panel swung open, revealing a new space. There were two switches of different colors, waiting to be flipped. Bill didn't hesitate to flip the blue one. Nothing happened. Grumbling, Bill flipped the yellow one a couple times and his excitement was peaking.