“Leave,” a command his ears have grown all too familiar with during these past few months. A command he wouldn’t follow like an obedient dog on a leash to its owner.
“Leave? Now why would you want me to do that? Don’t you enjoy my company?”
A scoff escaped her thin peach lips, followed by the shaking of her head; her ear length hair shuffling against her skull and in the summer breeze.
“Company? You mean the nightmares you stuff into my brain every night? The pranks and tricks you pull on me while I’m at school? You mean the-“
He lifted a gloved hand in the air, cutting her words off, his skimpy fingers waving back and forth.
“There’s no need to continue that statement,” he said with a sigh of defeat. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he left out yet another huff of air for the umpteenth time that day, rearing his eyes elsewhere; anywhere that wasn’t her.
“If you’re not going to leave, and if you don’t want anything in particular other than to pester me, I’m going back to-“
As she began to saunter towards the pathway behind the blond man in her way, he took a step to the side, blocking her exit, his hands politely folded behind the back of his yellow, pyramid patterned, tailcoat.
“Now, now, kiddo, remember our deal? I need you for today.”
His daunting smirk sent shivers down her spine as she shook her head, growing irritated by the elegant looking male currently bothering her; quite out of place what with his malicious and suspicious nature in the rather placid and quiet scenery surrounding them.
“You said you had no plans for today. Look, I have things to do today and I don’t need you getting in my way!” her attempt at dominance went utterly ignored as the male simply scoffed with a cocked eyebrow.
“Things to do? Bah! Oh course you do. Work this, baseball that, school this… Is that all you do? You’re no fun at all, red.”
His hands rested on his hips in a sassy-like manner, squinting an eye towards the crimson haired female. She would have noticed both eyes sending her a father mocking gleam, but the right one was covered by a black, triangular eyepatch, a rather useless one at that considering his vison was a perfect 20/20.
“Not with you around. Which, mind you, is all the time. Ever since you showed up in my life, there’s been no time for fun.”
She buried her clenched fists into the sagging pockets of her rather large, emerald green khaki jeans that would constantly be stepped on by her heels from how far the cuffs go down to, often dirtying them up by the end of the day. She let out an aggravated sigh, almost begging for him to leave her alone in her mind, absolutely not in the mood for his games and tricks.
“You forget I’ve been watching you even before I first came into contact with you. Ha! Oh, kid, you’re hilarious,” he exclaimed with the slapping of his knee, his echoed and maniacal laughter bouncing off the trees of the woodland where they currently stood, not a soul to hear. The younger females’ house was quite a ways away from the town she attended school at, having to cut through the forest as a shortcut most of the time.
“Face it, kid, you’re desolate without me. Remember, I follow you when you go to classes and to your games. You don’t interact with anyone unless you need to, and people have begun to notice so they don’t speak with you. In this sad reality, I’m your only friend.”
Her glare soften but her fists only tighten up, her knuckles beginning to turn white as the blood rushed away from the pressured area. She couldn’t have said it better herself. Before the golden haired demon showed up, her life was just one long and endless silent black and white movie. She’d go weeks, months even, without speaking to a soul around her, keeping in her own little bubble of solitude no one could pop. That is, until she met him. Truth be told, she didn’t utterly detest his company. No, she’s grown rather fond of the demon that shadowed her everywhere. It was oddly comforting to her to know that she can actually have a full on conversation with someone without the topic growing old or boring. She’d often times interact or communicate with him during class. As a demon, a Dream Demon at that, he holstered the ability to read minds, so she’d think whatever she wanted to say to him, and he’d respond; making his form invisible to those around them, only for her to see. A unique friendship at that, though it did come with a small wager. A deal with the devil, almost.
She let out a sigh, hanging her head as she let her gaze fall onto the chocolate brown dirt beneath her, her shoulders slouched.
“Yeah, you’re right, aren’t you? I’ve kept myself secluded away from others, I’ve begun to forget what the word friend actually meant. It’s funny as to how my first ever friend turned out to not actually be a normal human, huh? Man, I’m pathetic…”
His smirk fell, a rare sight to see, for that wicked smile of his was practically glued to his face, unless angered or upset which, again, was a rare sight to see. It began to dawn on him at how long the two have been by each other’s side; nearly two years now. Two years ago, the two had made a deal with one another. As a Dream Demon with no physical vessel, he needed a body, one with working veins, a beating heart, and a thoughtful brain, in order to cause any significance in his plans with a certain male teen that resided in the town, the two being at a small war at the moment, and in exchange, he stays alongside the girl, protecting her from any danger in her life until the day she gulps her last breath of fresh air. He would be able to possess her, in a way, and be granted permission do to whatever he pleases as he charades as the girl while her soul, meanwhile, floated in a place one would call Limbo. Though, the demon simply dubbed it the Mindscape; a place where she’s practically a ghost. She could maneuver through the real world, following him in her body if she wishes, unable to be seen to anyone but him. Once his business in her body was accomplished, her body would be returned to her, though often resulting in a major headache and multiple pains all over her body, though this detail began to go unnoticed by her, as the pain was always existent, she learn to get used to it.
He had been around the lake eyed girl for so long, he started to wonder how she would be now without him. Their first encounter was a rather unpleasant one, though not on his part. He had saved her life the first day they formally met.
“What in Gravity Falls are you doing,” he pondered, his voice echoing throughout the room, it’s only audible inhabitant being the sobbing girl currently standing atop a wobbly wooden stool, a hastily tied noose above her head on a rusty hook drilled into the ceiling. Her actions couldn’t be clearer. Her sobs wavered and trembled, her shaking body was like that of a child on a sugar rush during Halloween night. Her head swiveled towards the stranger in her doorway, his hands folded over his chest, his one-eyed gaze staring into her eyes calmly.
“W-who…” her voice was husky and almost forced, it having been months since she uttered her last word. She peered towards the man with shocked and terrified eyes, more tears streaming down her pale cheeks, down to her chin, and plopping onto the chair and tiled flooring below her.
“There’s really no need for this, you know,” it was more of a statement rather than a question in context.
He took slow, cautious steps towards her, not taking his eyes off of her trembling figure.
“As much as I love pain, I find it hilarious in fact, this isn’t exactly an intellectual way to go. It’s rather interesting to see, however, what pushes you humans to such lengths in such a period of time.”
She gripped onto the noose, dangerously close to her neck, eyeing the stranger up and down. He was rather formally dressed, a while buttoned up undershirt neatly tucked into a pair of freshly ironed, black dress pants, the top of which covered by a yellow, pyramid patterned, tailcoat. He wore black gloves that covered his light pink tinted fingers, the darkened color exact to the triangular bowtie that rested just below his pointed chin; a small scruff of a blond goatee growing on his skin. His hair was short, barely going below his ears, blond and rather spikey looking. Above him levitated a long, rectangular ebony top hat. Covering his right eye was an isosceles triangle, inside it was the same shape, though in yellow with a black, slitted eye in the middle. He looked rather dapper appearance wise.
The closer he stepped towards her, the more panicked she became.
“S-Stay away from me! Who are you?”
Her breathing quickened at a frantic pace, her chest heaving desperately up and down. The man held up his gloved hands in defense, standing perfectly still now.
“Relax, kiddo, I’m not here to hurt you. Considering, you’re already about to do that yourself.”
He let out a short, almost taunting, laugh, referring to the noose she was just about to loop around her neck.
“Now, if you would, please step down from that stool so we can have a civilized chat. I’d rather not have to look up at you in order to do that, if you don’t mind. Plus, that rickety old chair looks like it could snap under your small frame at any second now, and, my, how that would hurt!”
She looked towards the noose in her grasp, feeling that all too familiar feeling of depression, before returning her gaze towards the strange man in her bedroom; that melancholy feeling strangely being ripped away from her thoughts.
The girl found herself unconsciously complying to his request, shakily stepping a foot off of the wooden furniture, stumbling onto the man in front of her, her face accidently burring into his clothed chest. The man grabbed her bobbing shoulders, gingerly walking her over towards the small sized, twin bed, sitting her down at the edge with himself poised beside her. She covered her flushed, tear stained face in her hands, sobbing rather violently into her palms, letting many unidentifiable emotions out through the water from her eyes.
That man sat next to her, patiently waiting for the waterworks session to cease, his gloved right hand resting contently on her shoulder, giving her an almost reassuring squeeze every so often, almost as to let her know he’s still there with her. The two sat in the apathetic air filled room for what felt like hours, days to the one actually crying. She had never let her emotions run wild like this before, let alone in front of another person, or whatever this man was. She thought he could’ve been an angel, or perhaps someone looking out for her, though, she was far from it. The man began to spoke as her sobs slowly subsided into meek sniffles and gasps for air.
“Take this any way you wish kid, but I’ve been keeping an eye on you for quite some time. I honestly didn’t think you’d go this far,” he said with a scoff.
She lifted her head, wiping her wet face with the back of her wool knit sweater, damping the fabric, gawking up at the man.
“An… eye on me? Like, stalking?”
He chuckled lowly, almost darkly as if to try and creep her out. He grinned down at the girl, tilting his head as if observing her.
“That’s another word for it yes. Though, stalking is what petty humans do. I am not a petty human,” he motioned to himself, outstretching his fingers as he did so, “I’m far from human, as a matter of fact.”
“Then… what are you,” she inquired, trying to come to conclusions on who the man really was. He had intrigued her from the start; him showing up, seemingly out of nowhere, in her room without the simplest sound of a door being opened or a window being unlocked, to his strange honeyed aura. He frightened her, yet she felt eerily safe in his presence.
His grin only grew, as if pleased she had asked that question, “I, kiddo, am a Dream Demon. I can manipulate dreams, haze your memories, hell, I even know what you’re thinking about right this very instant!”
A demon? Not at all what she had anticipated. But he did get her undivided attention at this point.
“A… Dream Demon? Enlighten me.”
The two began to converse. Her first ever conversation she’s had since her parents passed away. It was almost thrilling for her to be able to talk and open up to someone, whether it was with a demon or not, the feeling felt nice. She even managed to crack a smile while they talked, only increasing the demons seemingly permanent grin as he watched her every muscle movement. She wasn’t like normal humans he’d encounter on a daily basis like Pinetree or Shooting Star.
“Oh, you never told me your name,” she had spoken up after a short silence shared between the two, her having just remembered this was still a practical stranger she was talking to.
“Ah, where are my manners? You can call me Bill. Bill Cipher,” he bowed his head, the hat above his flaxen hair remaining perfectly straight.
Cipher. That surname was quite foreign to her, though she shrugged it off considering he wasn’t even human.
“Oh, well I’m-“
He raised a hand in the air, cutting her off. “Oh, no need for introductions, kid. I already know your name.”
This fact would’ve raised more red flags about the man, but she remembered how he had said he’s been keeping an eye on her. It still freaked her out. Though after showing her his intentions aren’t bloodlust, she decided to shrug off her fears for now.
“Man, I’m pathetic…”
He snapped himself back into the present, the memory leaving his current thoughts. He hadn’t taken his eye off the girl whose head still hung down like a rag doll. Her sigh almost startled him, as she had been silent for quite some time. It almost began to perplex the brightly colored haired Dream Demon.
“I’m going home to catch up on some sleep. I’m skipping class for today,” She turned on her heels, solemnly beginning to trudge back towards her house, the opposite direction of her school. The demon was quick to protest, jolting forward to rather roughly grab her upper arm, tugging her back closer to him.
“I didn’t mean it,” he blurted out before he could even process his littered thoughts.
She lifted her head, turning to look up at the blonds black slitted eyes, tilting her head in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
He let out a huff of air, slumping his shoulders as his teeth gritted together.
“When I said you weren’t fun. It wasn’t true. Sure, you may not have any friends to do fun things with, but you still have me. You and I have tons of fun harassing Pinetree, right? We also have fun when I bring other humans into the Dreamscape with us to mess with, right? Yeah, we have fun. You’re a rather entertaining human to have around, a reason I haven’t called off our deal, which is something I would’ve done had you been any of the other unamusing blood banks that walk around here,” he sneered, glancing towards the pathway behind them towards the town, glaring at the trees in anger; anger at most of the humans in the town and at the fact he was hesitant at apologizing to her. Being a demon of pure malice energy, with no weaknesses mind you, he wasn’t used to the word sorry, so he settled on avoiding the word all together in his own unique form of an ‘apology’.
She sighed heavily, letting out a low chuckle that progressively got louder, more heartfelt and meaningful, to the point where she was laughing hysterically, “blood banks? Really, Cipher?”
His smile returned to his lips, her laughter being the cause. He hadn’t heard her laugh like that for a few months. The first cause being them pulling a prank on Pinetree by tying a rope to a bucket and balancing it on the top of the door to his room. When he walked in, he got drenched by a gallon and a half of clear lake water they gathered from the stream near her house. His utterly shocked and angered expression was priceless to the two pranksters. Her laugh was quite delectable to the heartless demon, having he could be listening to it for hours and still be pleased with the sound of her vocal cords humming with joy and happiness.
“What? That’s what you practically are! Hey, don’t judge my choice of words,” he feigned a pout, poking his saliva drenched tongue out of his mouth at her in a childish gesture.
She rolled her eyes, her laughter subsiding into a simple, content smile; a smile that could shine the brightest light into the darkest and emptiest tunnel.
“Hey… what were your last minute plans for today?”
He raised an eyebrow, not seeing the point in her question, but answering nonetheless. “To go try and get that forsaken journal away from that pesky human, Pinetree. Why do you ask?”
Her smirk grew as she raised her hand for him to take; a small, malice glint shimmering in her eyes.
“Let’s go have fun.”
His eyes traveled down to her petite fingers, the wind brushing up against them, making them twitch slightly at the subtle cold chill of the summer breeze. He grasped her hand with his gloved one, giving it a firm shake before dragging her closer, the grin never leaving his expression.
“Kid… you’re a joy to have around. Now, let’s go reek entertaining havoc throughout Gravity Falls!”
Her smile only widened as she nodded her head enthusiastically.
“As friends… right?” she had a hopeful twinkle in her beautifully blue eyes.
He nodded, raising a hand to ruffle her boyishly short scarlet hair, the locks rubbing in between the spaces of his fingers, sticking up from how he was messing up her hair.
“Of course, kiddo…