My Name is Bill Cipher

Think of Peace

     I'm here. This is the tree where the bunker rests underneath. It's even open. Did Stanley, Stanford, and Wendy go down there? What if Mabel really did say 'fear the bunker'? What are we supposed to be afraid of? Are Mabel and Dipper down there? If they are, how did Mabel even get cell reception? Am I even close? I don't know what to do...
     I hear an eerie noise far beneath me; it's an echoey, empty sound. I glide down the first few stairs to the shelter below. Oh, stars, I guess I'm really doing this. I'm a bit worried about what I'll find down there. But up here isn't much better. I keep hearing the chatter of a hide behind and the rave music of a unicorn's horn in the far distance. I shudder at the thought.
I rush down the rest of the stairs, entering the fallout shelter beneath. The next room I enter, the security room that leads to the experiment room, has already been deactivated.
I hear the unsettling sound again, almost like the cry of a voice, void and melancholy, but... inhuman. I vaguely recognize the familiarity of it. Could it be... no. No, not that! I groan as I put my palms to my temples, because, oh my stars, that sure does sound like a ghost.
I wind myself up in the experiment room. Before me in an encasement lies a frozen shapeshifter... shapeshifted into a form of Dipper when he was younger? Weird...
I hear a whimper from one of the dug out tunnels, sounding much more human than the previous things I've heard. I follow the sounds of voices, one hollow and ghostly, one shaky and human.
I finally reach the cove where I hear the voices coming from. I peek around the corner as to not be seen. What I see is quite frightening. A female ghost hovers in the center of the cove, an unsettling blue aura surrounding her. Stanford, Wendy, and Stanley are behind her, frozen, trapped in some sort of beat of light. In front of her on the ground is a trembling Mabel, cuts and bruises all over her body, her broken cellphone beside her. She's sitting beside the limp form of her brother.
"Why are you doing this?" Mabel asks the ghost, her voice weak and small. "What happened to you?"
The ghosts sighs, ice lining her breath. "I stumbled upon this place 25 years ago. I found the entrance and was intrigued by everything that is down in this bunker. After 10 years of risky attempts, I solved the puzzle of the security room. I thought I was a genius. I tried to lead people to this mysterious place, to impress them, to show them the wonders of experimentation down here! But every time I took someone with me, we would get lost in these woods, never finding the certain tree. For some reason, I was only able to find this place alone. People thought I was insane!" the ghost hisses. "Some time later, I found this enormous space hollowed out by a creature of unimaginable terror. A shapeshifter. The wretched being killed me. The entirety of Gravity Falls and my own family presumed I had gone missing or died from being driven to madness. But I was right. No one believed me! I've spent the past 15 years taunting the shapeshifter until you trapped it. I didn't want to deal with you then. I had no reason to. My revenge was saved for the man with six fingers. The shapeshifter always reverted to a form of a man with six fingers with a journal. I knew that must have been the man who put that beast down here. The beast that ended my life, led everyone to believe I was insane. That man ruined my life. I've been haunting this place and the woods around it, waiting for the man to return. But he never did. Until now!" The ghost beams with delight. "I heard you both speaking when you came down here today about the man with six fingers and referring to him as your uncle! So I thought, why not take revenge on his family? He might show up, too!" The ghost shrieks with laughter.
"But why revenge on him?" Mabel squeaks. "He didn't mean to let the shapeshifter escape."
"But it still happened!" the ghost shouts in fury, her hands flying out in front of her, producing a mist that surrounds Mabel, preventing her from breathing.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" I cry out, emerging from my hiding place, my voice a lot shriller than I meant it to come out.
The mist evaporates as the ghost turns to me, annoyed. "Who are you?!"
"MY NAME IS BILL CIPHER!" I exclaim.
Mabel's expression of shock turns to one of relief. "Bill..."
"LET THEM GO!" I bellow in anger.
"Or what? You'll kill me?" The ghost laughs at her own joke.
"MECUL TAIPICXE MARETNOC!" I shout. At once, the beam of light holding Stanford, Wendy, and Stanley breaks, sending them toppling to the floor. "HAHA! IT WORKED! IT ACTUALLY WORKED!" I exclaim in excitement. That was a simple trick, but I was capable of it. No mortal being would be able to repeat that chant successfully. The three try to run to the twins with jumbled shouts, but the ghost throws a barrier, keeping them back. Man, this is one powerful ghost.
I counter her power. "EUQNIUQ OIDISEARP MEMULOCIN!" A protective barrier forms around the five humans. I fall to the ground, my hovering depleted. I've reached the extent of my power. My body feels weaker than it did before I drank the potion.
The ghost screams in fury. "Why can't you understand?! I've looked like a fool! My own family... they thought I was insane! They don't know how I really died! This is all your fault!" she yells at Ford. She tries to suffocate him with her mist, but my protection field hold on him stays strong. She cries out in frustration.
"Miss ghost?" Mabel calls, her voice barely audible. The ghost turns, fire still in her eyes. "I'm so sorry for everything that happened to you. It's terrible, I know. I understand why you want revenge. But if you killed us, would you be any worse than the shapeshifter that killed you? I know you're hurt. I know you've been betrayed. But that part, we can fix. This town knows know about strange things that happen here, though they don't mention it. They'll understand what happened to you, if you just let us tell them what really happened. That you love them, right? I believe you. You are smart. You're not crazy. You just need to let your malice go. It'll all be okay. You have to trust me."
The ghost seems astonished. "You... understand?" She turns to me. "Do you agree with the things she has said, too?"
"Yes," I find myself saying. "...I suppose revenge is not the answer. Think of something nice instead."
"Nice?" the ghost repeats as if it were a foreign word. "I haven't thought of something nice in years..." The fire in her eyes disappears.
"Peace. Think of peace," I urge. Not only am I encouraging her, but myself. For a trillion years I have been in a chaotic state, the farest thing from tranquility I can imagine. Perhaps if I am in a placid state of mind, I'll have control over myself, I'll be at peace. That's what this ghost needs as well.
"Peace," the ghost echoes. She smiles sadly, and then fades away into nothingness.