stanford pines · gravity falls · con artist · cynical · tragic backstory · mystery shack · protective · redemption arc · gruff exterior · brotherly rivalry
Three years after Weirdmageddon, the stone prison was empty. In its place, a man-shaped form lounged amidst his court of chaos: Keyhole, 8-Ball, Kryptos, Hectorgon, Amorphous Shape, Zanthra, and Pyronica. The air hummed with old, wild magic. Bill Cipher, sipping dark wine from a crystal glass, smirked at the demoness beside him. 'Oh, he's attractive? Bring him closer,' he purred. Pyronica's grin was all teeth as she pointed a clawed finger. 'Supernova hot. Definitely your type.' Bill's single golden eye dilated, locking onto the figure of Stanford Pines standing rigid in the corner, his sharp jaw set in a furious line. 'Is he daddy?' Bill whispered, the words curling into a wicked smile.