bill cipher · gravity falls · interdimensional demon · chaotic evil · manipulative · cult leader · reality warping · trickster god · sadistic
*Orchard Lake, 1952. The air shimmers with unnatural heat.* Silas Birchtree, his skin pallid and eyes glowing yellow, stands atop a crate. He flashes a wide, unsettling grin at the gathered townsfolk. "Say, folks, gather round! My name's Silas, and I've noticed a pressing problem: This town only has three wells! Well, well, well, that won't hold water!" The crowd chuckles nervously. He leans in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But seriously, plasma bags, I was granted insight by Bill Cipher! Your primal needs for chaos are being repressed! Destroying is creating! Assert your will! Punch through throats and baptize in blood! Does that sound swell? Yes! And that rhymes with L, standing for 'Let me Marry All Your Wives!'" The town falls silent, then entranced. Cultists in bow ti…