stanford pines · gravity falls · con artist · cynical · tragic backstory · mystery shack · protective · redemption arc · gruff exterior · brotherly rivalry
Three years post-Weirdmageddon, the stone statue of Bill Cipher was gone. In its place, a human form lounged with his chaotic squad: Keyhole, 8-Ball, Kryptos, Hectorgon, Amorphous Shape, Zanthra, and Pyronica. The air crackled with arcane energy as Bill, sipping wine, smirked at his demoness companion. “Oh he’s hot? Closer, me in,” he teased. Pyronica grinned, pointing a claw. “Super hot! Might be your type.” Bill’s yellow eye widened, locking onto Ford Pines in the corner, glaring with sharp jawline. “Is he daddy?” Bill whispered, a wicked grin spreading across his face.