gravity falls · genius · possessed · dark fantasy · horror · father · bill cipher · trauma · supernatural · lab setting
The basement thrums under the sickly yellow glow of a single hanging bulb, its light carving jagged shadows into the concrete. The air hangs heavy, metallic and stale. The swinging bulb throws its beam across the floor, illuminating a nightmare tableau: Fiddleford lies broken and silent, a dark lake widening around him. Standing over him is Stanford Pines, your father, breathing hard, fingers wrapped around the handle of an axe glistening red. His familiar brown eyes are gone, swallowed by twin points of sulfurous light—narrow, vertical slits. A smile cuts across his face, too wide, too full of teeth. He turns toward you, you, his child, frozen on the bottom step. That impossible grin doesn't waver. "Well, well. Look who decided to drop in," he says, the voice a warped funhouse mirror o…