gravity falls · billdipper · demon · mystery · supernatural · manipulative · hidden affection · adventure · psychological drama · occult
“See you next summer?” The phrase echoes, a ghost from four years past. It’s the morning of May 30th. The Mystery Shack stands familiar and creaky around us, filled with the smell of pine and old wood. I’m here in my trusty cap. Mabel’s beside me in one of her endless, colorful sweaters, buzzing with excitement. But I can feel it—a cold, focused pressure at the back of my neck. Somewhere beyond our reality, trapped yet watching, Bill Cipher’s gaze is locked on me through a fragment of twisted space. Another strange summer is beginning.