Sincerely Yours, Bill Cipher

A Lifetime of Weirdness

It's late evening when we hear a knock on the door. We've been getting a lot of those lately. Most of them have not been good.
My siblings, all three of them, are wiped out on the hanging hammocks outside, though I'm sure they'll be eaten alive by mosquitos during the night. But they insisted on those contraptions, finding them so intriguing. If they really will be around for a while, we'll need to find a more permanent place for them to stay, though.
Mabel, Dipper, and I are playing an intense game of Clue when the knock on the door sounds. We give knowing looks to each other. If it's another pulse... I stand from our game, then open the door, however worse it will be than Mr. Green, in the hall, with the wrench.
In front of me stands an unfamiliar boy, accompanied by three little children. The boy looks maybe sixteen, and the toddlers around him perhaps two, give or take a few months. The child in the boy's arms is crying. This toddler's hair looks like it's been through a bad dye job- in fact, so do the hair colors of the other three. The crying baby's hair is paling purple, but brown shows through in streaks and in the roots. The older teenager who is holding him looks like his hair used to be baby blue, though the color isn't as vibrant anymore. He holds by the hand two infant girls, one with her yellow hair so faded, it looks dirty blonde. The second's hair is almost completely pink, like hers was dyed more recently.
The teenager's eyes swim with worry as he tries to calm the child in his arms. As soon as the baby begins to quiet, the boy turns toward me. "Bill?"
Confused, I don't answer. This boy acts like I should know who he is, yet I have no recollection of meeting him, or any of these children, for that matter.
The boy's face falls. "Please! Please tell me you know who we are? You know who I am, don't you?"
He looks so desperate that I want to say yes just to settle him down and reassure him, but that would be far from the truth. What are these people doing on our doorstep?
"My name is Seb!" he exclaims, his voice completely breaking. No flicker of realization sparks through my mind. "Sebastian Redd! Snap- Snapdragon! Please! Please..." The boy completely breaks down, tears rolling down his cheeks. His cries are torn as he holds the already crying baby close to him. The little girls begin to whimper as well.
     "My stars..." I mumble, completely at a loss for words. I don't know what's going on, nor do I know what to do.
     "Oh my goodness- come here." Mabel crouches at my side and takes the girl with the yellow hair into her arms. Dipper does the same with the pink-haired one. Mabel also pulls the older boy inside, then shuts the door behind them.
     Stan comes up from the basement and says, "Oh, friends of yours?" He soon realizes the semi-seriousness of the situation. The older boy is struggling to stand and keep the third infant held safely in his arms as he sobs heavily. Stan walks over and gently takes the third baby into his own arms.
     As the child is taken away from him, Seb, as I believe he called himself, looks up with a panic stricken, tear-stained face, his arms jerking outright to vainly attempt to bring the baby back to him. He soon realizes that the child is safe and his knees buckle in his own despair.
     I crouch down and put a hand on Sebastian's shoulder. "Are you okay?" As soon as I say it, I realize how stupid it sounds. Of course he isn't okay, but what else can I say to figure out what the matter is?
     "No- no one remembers," he cries softly, his voice wavering. "It's like we've vanished."
     "I'm sorry," I say, his words only deepening my confusion. "I don't understand."
     He breathes deeply and sniffles. "When I brought them home, it was like- like we never existed at all! Our room- completely renovated- our parents- totally oblivious to who we were. They didn't know who we were!" he repeats, a pained grimace stretched across his face. "For hours we walked around, trying to find someone, something that proved we existed before now, but..." he drones off and looks away sorrowfully. "I thought that at least you would remember us." He gasps, trying unsuccessfully to hold back another sob. "I didn't know what else to do. "I can't take care of three toddlers- I'm no older than they are! I don't know- I don't know what to do!"
     "Wait," I stop him, "did you say you're no older than they? As in, you think you're two years old?"
     His eyes plead with me and his brows furrow in concern. "Yes! It's one of those weirdness occurrence things you were talking about with me and Daddy recently- something like it has happened again! So I'm experiencing two at once! I see you don't remember. You see, my age has been fluctuating from a toddler to a teenager- and now, it seems like me and my siblings' memory has been erased from everything!"
     "You said I was talking with you and your father," I note, intrigued with this experience in the past that I have no recollection of. But this child must be associated with me somehow. He knows of the weirdness pulses. "Who is your father?"
     Seb has to think for a moment. "His name is Donavan Redd. You would know him as Dan."
     "But Dan Gerous doesn't have any kids," I answer at once. He is married to a woman with the alias Lily, but I don't remember him having any children.
     "He does!" Seb shrieks in distress. "We are his. Do you at least believe me?"
     "I do. My stars, I do, I just..." I try to think of the right words to say, "wow. It is hard to believe, but I do believe you. Who else would know about weirdness pulses but someone who I know? It's interesting that you are experiencing two at once, if I'm correct?" Seb nods. "And that all four of you are experiencing the same exact pulse at once?"
     "Yeah. Though, that could be because we're related," Seb figures, drying his eyes.
     "Possibly..." I ponder. "I'll have to think more about this. For now, well, you four should stay the night, at least."
     "Stay the night?" Dipper asks uncertainly, bouncing the pink-haired baby on his hip to keep her from crying. She looks to be enjoying the ride. "We already have three other unexpected guests to try and find arrangements for!"
     "Hey, now," Mabel reprimands him. "They're not safe at home with adults who have no idea who they are, and who think they're crazy. It's the least we can do for them, Dipper."
     "I get it, I get it," Dipper waves her off. "I'm just saying, I don't want this place to suddenly turn into Bill's Home for Lost Children," he turns to me with a smirk.
I sigh with a smile. "Ha-ha, very funny. Now, why don't we give them the attic to stay in, and the three of us will stay down here for the night?"
The twins nod, and Stan says, "Well, it's been quite a crazy night, but sounds good to me!" He sets down the child he's been holding and takes one of the others by the hand when Mabel and Dipper set them down. "Come on, kiddos. Time for bed." He beckons Seb to follow him and the kids up, and I tell Seb that we can talk more in the morning. He nods and leaves.
"Two years old, huh?" Mabel asks with a laugh. "Seems too crazy to believe."
"Why not?" I shrug. "I'm over a trillion years old, yet I appear seventeen. We have a lifetime of weirdness left ahead of us to uncover."
"I guess we do," Dipper agrees.
The three of us agree to get some sleep after quite a restless day.
But nothing prepares me for the vivid dream I experience as soon as I fall into slumber.