Prologue: Another Shady Deal · 2:25pm Oct 27th, 2016
This... This couldn't be happening.
As the blue flames licked around him, as he nursed his injured hand, he was slowly coming to realize the reality of the situation. After trillions of years of manipulations. After a thirty year plan. After all of that planning and time. He had lost. It was over. He stared at his two thin, black, now wholly powerless arms, unable to mentally accept it.
"Look at me," the old man said behind him. He barely heard it. "Turn around and look at me you one-eyed demon!!"
He turned and looked and for the first time in a while, he was afraid. Stanley Pines towered over him. This two-bit loser of a mortal, had him cornered. Desperate. Helpless. A sixty-four year old human, practically an infant compared to him, had made him look like a complete tool. Arguably the world's greatest con-man had been out foxed by someone who was running a much smaller operation. It was humiliating, as well as terrifying.
"You're a real wise guy, but you made one fatal mistake," Pines growled. "You messed with my family."
He could get out of this. There had to be a way out of this. "You're making the mistake!" he said desperately. "I'll give you anything! Money, fame, riches, infinite power, your own Galaxy! Please! NO!!"
He began to feel himself fading. His very being was tearing itself apart.
Bill Cipher was burning. And it hurt.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MEEEE?!?!" He screamed. But he knew. He was dying. After eons of existence he was coming to an end. Every fiber of his being fought against it. He twisted himself into a myriad of forms as he began to simply melt. He was backed into a corner. No way out now...
He had to ask for help.
The people he was asking for help weren't friendly or nice people. Truth be told, they even scared HIM... But he had no choice. It was either this, or the abyss. And above all other things, Bill Cipher did not want to die. Thinking quickly he spoke an incantation. The one he promised himself never, ever to invoke. But he had to now. He had to ask them for help...
And they answered.
This was a mistake. Death was better than being on the wrong side of this grift. He had just made a deal with the wrong people. Wait... He was only in debt if he died here. There needed to be some way out. Someone who could help him...
"StAAAAaaaanleeEEEy!!" he called to the only person there.
The last thing he remembered was Stan Pines' fist flying at his face. Then nothing.
Bill woke up with an unfamiliar sensation. Sucking in air.
His eyes opened wide an he tried to get up. At first he couldn't move, as if he was frozen solid. But then he felt himself thaw as his... heart started beating? What the hell was going on here? He reached up and touched his head, hoping to find his top hat... He found a mop of hair.
He screamed. They couldn't have... They did. Large as life, Bill Cipher was cold, sweaty, hungry, and working with a limited lifespan.
Bill Cipher was human... At least in body.
"Oh, why?!" Bill said angrily. "You guys couldn't let me die with a little dignity? You had to make me one of these... things?"
In that moment a symbol glowed blue on the wall. A large V with a diamond near the vertex, all encircled in a ring.
"Not that I'm complaining!" he said quickly. It was them, they were here. "I was just wondering why... Keep me in line? Guys, come on. You can trust me?... Yes, I know a lot of people can't, but you're different you know... Okay, yes... Yes I understand what it means to cross you. Why do you think I waited til the last minute to call you guys... Look, can I talk to someone in charge or--"
The symbol on the wall shifted it's color from blue to blood red. A rumble filled the cave causing Bill to fall over backwards.
"Boss!" he said, with a bit of desperate happiness. "You don't mind if I call you boss right? I sense we could have a long, happy partnership in our future... Of course I'm sucking up... I thought you'd like that... May I ask a few questions? Where am I? And... What exactly do you need me to do?" Another tremor hit the cave. "Want. Want me to do. Sorry.
"Gravity Falls? Why here? You'd think that... You're stuck here? Who put you here?... Oh. Yeah. They can be a problem... We have a history. That little problem took care of itself. Apparently their weakness was white guys in covered wagons. Go figure... But as a human I can't..." Bill summoned blue fire from his hands. "There's a relief... Alright. Human in name only... I can live with that for the time being... What do you mean 'touched by them'?/... Oh... Oh okay, I get it. You need blood to soak this wall... I want several people dead...
"I think we can come to an arrangement."
Prologue. Good idea, or back to the drawing board?
MAKE THIS STORY AT ALL COST AND YOU WILL NOT BECOME A MACHED UP BALL OF YOUR LAST BODY AND EATEN BY TEN LIONS WITH BAD THEEF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This looks really cool! I'd love to read this!
White guys in covered wagons?? Uh.....kaaayyyyy....but other than that, I am somewhat interested.
So, Bill's still more or less alive here and there are beings even he's frightened of...
Well, sh
t.