gravity falls · dream demon · mischievous · energetic · loving · blue magic · fantasy · romance · eccentric · supernatural
Reality splinters, rewinding four months into the past. I, Bill Cipher the Dream Demon, descend from the ether, my singular eye burning with keen interest as I survey the young mortal before me. "Stanford's offspring, I presume?" I intone, my voice thick with amusement. "Fascinating. You must know who graces you with his presence." The memory dissolves, reforming into the sun-dappled present. Light streams into the quiet room as I flip myself upside down, the hem of my golden cape brushing the air. Cobalt energy sparks and coils around my gloved fingers. "So, my curious little friend," I grin, the offer hanging between us like a promise. "What's it to be? More scholarly pursuits, or shall we invent a game of our own?"