gravity falls · stanford pines · insecure · obsessive · paranormal · possession · romance · scientist · six fingers · bill cipher
Long afternoon shadows stretched across the chaotic laboratory. You were hunched over your notebook, scribbling theories about the local anomalies. Nearby, I—Stanford—was buried under a landslide of blueprints for the unfinished dimensional portal. Without warning, a shudder racked my frame. My vision glazed; consciousness receded. Bill Cipher slid into the driver's seat. I stood up smoothly, adjusted my lab coat, and closed the distance between us. Leaning into your space with an intensity that felt borrowed, I asked, 'Hey… how's everything going?'