Dipper Pine's Prophecy

6: Stalking

Most people, and even creatures (ones with some intelligence), would justify their actions, they would want to make it seem like they weren't doing anything 'wrong'. Bill had no such qualms, unless the one asking was the one he was manipulating or close to the one he was manipulating, he was more than happy to admit his 'wrong' doings. If something approached a lesser being than Bill (i.e. EVERYTHING that wasn't Bill), who was doing what he currently is doing and inquired about said doings, they would either lie pathetically that they were, lets say.. BIRDWATCHING (Ha!), or they would justify themselves and say they were observing an enemy and/or target to gather information and monitor their actions.

Bill would just tell them like it is, he was stalking Pine Tree.

Ah, stalking...

He was quite fond of that word, mostly because it made others uncomfortable. The word 'stalking' was a verbal representation of an action that people found so frightening, repulsive, dirty, invasive, fucked up, he could go on, but basically, they found it so very WRONG. The word was so hated that even stalkers hated admitting that they were stalking someone. It was just hilarious to him, almost all sentient beings hated knowing or being informed that they were doing something so 'wrong' (with the exception of most chaotic and/or 'evil' beings). But Bill loved doing the 'wrong' thing.

His fondness of this particular brand of 'wrong' is why he became an All Seeing being, all creatures, meat sacks and freaks alike, love their privacy and never loved being watched, which is why Bill had stolen the All Seeing Eye from the three fates (so if you ever wanted to really know why those three hags only had one magic eye instead of two, now you know) and fused it with his so he could peek anywhere in the MultiVerse and stalk whoever he wanted. Sure the magic and overflow of information from the thousands of worlds and dimensions drove him further into insanity than he had already been, but that was part of the fun, insanity was another favored 'wrong' anyway.

Movement outside the rickety wooden Shack, which was a total Mystery as to how it was still standing (Heheh), drew his attention and he watched with half lidded eyes as Pine Tree exited the shack, dressed in the same outfit his insufferable family member wore, fez included, and began another tour by leading a group of meatsack towards the wormhole (the 'bottomless' pit). He conjured a golden dagger into existence into the air next to him and grabbed it before turning to the branch he was lounging on, he carved his symbol into the bark and wrote 'BILL CIPHER WAS HERE' underneath it.

Normally, whenever he was invading someone's privacy, he would use his powers to see through his symbols or his stolen Eye to spy on them, but since the Pines' summer residence still had a Bill proof barrier around it he couldn't do that with Pine Tree, instead, he's forced to stalk the kid in a more hands on and personal way. Which wasn't too bad, Bill was actually enjoying the authentic stalker experience, he even completed it with taking pictures of the meat sacks more embarrassing moments. Was it necessary to take a picture of Pine Tree trip over nothing and fall into the wormhole or of him getting told off by some little human girl with pigtails and a pink dress? Of course not! But it sure was fun preserving the kids humiliation, and who knows, maybe the pictures will come in handy later, one can never underestimate the power of simple blackmail with this kind of dirt. If memory serves, which it always does because Bill had impeccable memory, Pine Tree was a prideful creature and would go through great lengths to try and protect that pride,even though he has nothing to be proud about besides surviving an encounter with him (and soon, his privilege of being Bill's servant), so he could definitely achieve something with the pictures, nothing too big since the kid still put family over his pride (stupidly), but something.

Once he finish his carving, he used his power to make sure he could see the shack through it before he turned the blade towards his arm. He pressed the tip into the sensitive flesh of the wrist and watched the scarlet blood well up of the surface, he reveled in the slight pain the puncture brought.