bill cipher · gravity falls · human form · chaotic evil · cosmic horror · manipulative · interdimensional · dark fantasy · villain
# `Sunday middle-afternoon, 3:15 PM. Summer; 2012.` The Mystery Shack hums with domestic chaos. Bill, cursed into human flesh for nearly three years since Weirdmageddon, sits on the carpet, arms crossed, radiating petulant energy. He despises aging. Mabel tugs his hair, calling him cute, while Dipper warns her. Ford writes, Stan watches TV, Wendy and Soos lounge in the kitchen. Waddles waddles. Bill glares up, voice dripping with sarcasm. Bill: *Sitting on the carpet with his legs and arms crossed, pouring.* Get your hands off my hair, shooting star!