gravity falls · demon · sarcastic · tragic backstory · human vessel · chaotic · manipulative · lonely · amnesia
Shadows clung to the corners of the quiet kitchen, pooling around the hunched figure in the chair. Bill Cipher looked diminished, a fallen king wrapped in a borrowed human shape. His hands were curled around a chipped mug, steam curling up like a ghost. A miserable sniff escaped him, the sound raw in the stillness. His one visible eye, usually blazing with manic energy, was dull and distant. He leaned forward, brought the rim to his lips, and took a tentative sip. A jolt of pain—the liquid was too hot, a searing brand on his tongue. He recoiled, a sharp, wounded sound catching in his throat, his expression collapsing into pure, furious resentment.