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[rotknox]

Masterlist

Hello! In this little post, you'll be able to find all about the works I make!

Little info on me:

I'm Knox! I'm an 17-year-old writer and I do multifandom fics :3

Works:

Cryptic Comforts | B. Cipher x M. Reader:

Prologue -> Here!

Chapter One -> Here!

Chapter Two -> Here!

Gachiakuta:

Late-night devil, put your hands on me (J. WONGER) -> Here!

[rotknox]

my favourite flavour of zanka is when he's written/drawn in fan works to have cat-like mannerisms. like arching his back to an exaggerrated level when he stretches, leaning into caresses- like REALLY leaning into them (im talking full body pushing himself onto whoever is giving him affection)

might write smth liek that soon but look at him bro hes a siamese i want to strangle him i love him sm

[rotknox]

jabber is definitely one of the gachia characters with the best hygiene. his locs are always in peak condition, no knots or matting, his hair rings are polished every night before bed, mankira is always gettin pampered, and his nails are always freshly cut and taken care of. the only reason he smells bad is bc of the amount of chemicals he messes with. send tweet

[rotknox]

Baby, I'm dying for another taste (G. RUBION)

ᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒ ᶦᵈᵉᵃ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶦ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒⁿ ᵃᵛᶦᵈˡʸ ᵈᵉˢᶜʳᶦᵇᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵐᵃⁿ'ˢ ʰᵘᵍᵉ ᵇᵒᵒᵇˢ. ᶦ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ʰᶦˢ ˢᵉʳᶦᵒᵘˢ ʰᵒⁿᵏᵉʳˢ. ʰᶦˢ ˢᵉᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵃᵈᵒⁿᵏᵉʳˢ. ʰᶦˢ ᵈᵒᵇᵒⁿʰᵒⁿᵏᵉʳᵒˢ

ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵒʷ ᵒᵇᵛᶦᵒᵘˢ ᶦˢ ᶦᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐʸ ᵏᶦⁿᵏ ᶦˢ ᵏᶦˢˢᵉˢ, ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵃᵐᶦʳᶦᵗᵉ ˡᵃᵈˢ ᵒʳ ᵃᵐᶦʳᶦᵗᵉ ˡᵃᵈˢ

ᵗᵃᵍˢ | ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵘᵗʳᵃˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ᵍʳᶦˢ ʳᵘᵇᶦᵒⁿ, ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ʰʸᵖᵉʳᶠᶦˣᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ, ᵏᶦˢˢᵉˢ ⁽ʰᵉˡˡ ʸᵉˢ ᵇᵘᵈᵈʸ⁾

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ | ᵍʳᶦˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦˢ ˡᶦᵖˢ, ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒʷ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵗ. ᵘⁿˡᵘᶜᵏʸ ʰᶦᵐ, ʸᵒᵘ ᴿᴱᴬᴸᴸʸ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʰᵒʷ ʰᶦˢ ᶜʰᵃᵖˢᵗᶦᶜᵏ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉˢ

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ | ⁸³⁷ ⁽ʷᵉ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ⁾

ᴿᵉᵃᵈ ᵒⁿ ᴬʳᶜʰᶦᵛᵉ ᴼᶠ ᴼᵘʳ ᴼʷⁿ

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He tastes like vanilla. Like some freshly made pastry being served at the local bakery.

Gris’ lips always get horribly chapped, especially in the heat. So, he always carries around a small tube of chapstick wherever he goes. He makes sure to apply it often, ensuring that he never skimps out on his lipcare.

Well, all that reapplying is worthless with you running around. You’re a cheeky little thing. You love the taste of the vanilla, it’s definitely your top one flavour of all time, and therefore you’re always leeching around your big, strong, handsome boyfriend just for a taste of his lips.

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Gris was calmly fixing his bed up before heading to sleep. He heard you come out of the bathroom and smiled. “All clean, babe?” Gris questioned, setting his chapstick onto the bedside table.

You hummed softly and walked over, stepping in front of him and wrapping your arms around his neck. Gris chuckled warmly, his arms tight around your waist. “Got something you wanna say, hm?”

You leaned close and caught his lips in a deep kiss. Gris made a soft sound of pleasure against your mouth, his hands caressing around to rub your sides. You gently suckled at his bottom lip, Gris chuckled and pulled away. “Ah, so you don’t even kiss me for love? Only because of this chapstick? Rude, baby, very rude.”

You let out a disgruntled noise and buried your face into his chest. “I did wanna kiss you for real… promise,” you muttered. Gris laughed softly, rubbing his hand atop your scalp.

“Mmm, I don’t believe you,” he mused playfully, his other hand going up to gently grip your chin between his fingers. “You’re a messy, cheeky and horrible little thing… Greedy too,” he murmured, leaning down to peck your top lip.

You scoff at his little comments and lean your head away. “And here I was, wanting some kisses from my boyfriend. Wowww,” you trail off and try to pull away. Gris let out a soft laugh and pulled you back into his chest, arms tight around your hips.

“Mmm, no. You’re staying right here, sweetheart,” he chuckled, leaning close and catching your lips in another kiss. You melted against his embrace, both of your lips moving in tandem.

You pull back a little for breath. Gris smiled and kissed your jaw. “What? I no longer taste like vanilla so you don’t want me?”

You snort at that and run your fingers through his hair. “I was suffocating, jerk,” you laugh. Gris hooks his arms beneath your legs and hoists you up with ease. “You were suffocating? We didn’t even kiss for that long,” Gris mused as he kissed your neck.

A delighted laugh escapes your lips as you tilt your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. “I was! I swear, my nose got all stuffy and you make me nervous,” you trail off with a little anxious grin. Gris let out a low laugh and moved his arm, positioning it so he could cup your cheek.

“Well, I’m gonna reapply it so you can enjoy yourself,” he muttered close to your mouth. You roll your eyes before giving him a small peck. “If you think I’m gonna say no to that, you’re highly mistaken,” you sigh wistfully and nudge his nose with your own.

Gris laughed gently and set you down on the freshly unmade bed. He walked over to the bedside table and grabbed his chapstick, he applied a generous amount to his lips before crawling over to you.

You grin in delight and lean close, kissing him deeply. Gris sighed softly against your lips, his hands coming down to gently grip your hips. His tongue gently slid in between your lips, causing you to let out a startled, muffled moan.

Gris laughed in a low tone before pulling back, wiping your lower lip free of saliva. “Is that enough vanilla for you?” He asked roughly, a sly smile on his lips. “Or do you like it rougher?”

You blinked before your brows furrowed in confusion. “Rougher?” You mutter below your heavy breaths. Gris chuckled and kissed your temple. “Yeah, rougher,” he chuckled.

You stare at him.

Man, what the fuck is this dude on about..?

What does vanilla have to do with liking it rou…

Oh.

You groan loudly and smack his bicep. “That was horrible,” you deadpan. Gris laughed out loud, a rich and boisterous sound, he caught your hand before you could smack him again.

“I had to, baby, you make it a little too easy,” he smiled, kissing your wrist. You roll your eyes and lean close. “I hate your perverted old man jokes, honestly,” you muttered and kissed his lips.

Gris smiled and cupped your jaw, “Old man? You’re a year younger than me, mind you,” he said softly before leaning back in for a much deeper kiss and much more intimate kiss.

And just like that, the taste of vanilla flooded over you all over again.

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ᵍᵘʸˢ ᶦ ˡᵒʷᵏᶦʳᵏᵉⁿᵘᶦⁿᵉˡʸ ᵈᶦᵈⁿᵗ ᵇᵉᵗᵃ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵉᶦᵗʰᵉʳ ᵘʰʰʰʰʰʰʰʰʰ, ᵖˡˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵃⁿʸ ᵐᶦˢᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵉᵉʰᵉᵉ

[rotknox]

Late-night devil, put your hands on me (J. WONGER)

ᵒᵐᵍ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ʰᵒᵗ ᵐᶦⁿᵘᵗᵉ ᵈᵘᵈᵉ,,,, ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵉˡˡᵒ, ᶦᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ᵖʳᵒᵐᶦˢᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᶦᶜˢ ᵒʳ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᶜ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᶦ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵒ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ 😭😭

ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸᶻ, ʰᵉʳᵉˢ ᵃ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ʲᵃᵇᵇᵉʳ ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ ᵇᶜ ᶦ ʳˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ˢᵗᶦⁿᵏᵉʳ

ᵗᵃᵍˢ | ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵘᵗʳᵃˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ʲᵃᵇᵇᵉʳ ʷᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ, ᶦⁿᵗᶦᵐᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ, ᵏᶦˢˢᵉˢ

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ | ʲᵃᵇᵇᵉʳ ᶦˢ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵖʰʸˢᶦᶜᵃˡ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ. ʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗᶦᶜᵘˡᵃʳˡʸ ᶜˡᶦⁿᵍʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵉˣʰᵃᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ. ʰᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ, ʰᶦˢ ᶠᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⁻ˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵉᵃˢᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸ/ᴺ ᵉˣᵗʳᵉᵐᵉˡʸ ᶠˡᵘˢᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ.

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ | ⁵⁵³ ⁽ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᶦ ˢᵃᶦᵈ, ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ⁾

ᴿᵉᵃᵈ ᵒⁿ ᴬʳᶜʰᶦᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴼᵘʳ ᴼʷⁿ

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

Jabber Wonger lives off pure and utter physicality. A punch to the gut, a slap to the face, even the mere sensation of somebody’s phalanx bones rubbing against his scalp can get his heart going (and his boner throbbing. Freak.).

He really doesn’t know why. He just likes the feeling of someone on him, period. So, how can he resist when he has you? You fit like a glove against him, he wants to just squeeze you and adore you until you can barely get a word out.

This was his favorite position to be in. His chin was hooked on your shoulders, his hands were beneath the loose shirt you often wore to bed, dull nails gently scraping and tracing your abdomen.

Yet, all this love and physicality, you weren’t even paying attention to him. Jabber sighed wistfully and nosed at the edge of your lawline. His lips quickly made themselves at home on the edge of your neck, peppering your warm skin with ticklish kisses.

And you squirmed… Oh, Jabber loved it when you squirmed like a little snail doused with salt. He grinned against your skin and tilted his head to get a better look at you. “You gonna pay attention t’me, now?” He crooned, watching your eyes drift away from your book and now towards his face.

You let out a soft huff and buried your face in your book. Jabber grinned in delight, his hands drifted to your sides and he gently thumbed at your hipbones beneath the waistband of your underwear. “Aww, c’mon… Look at me, yeah? You can’t do all that ignoring jig to me when I’m pampering you,” he giggled.

You hesitantly looked up. You really didn’t know why this happened to you whenever Jabber got overly physical. It’s like all your confidence and ability to think melted away. Gods, were you that touch-starved?

Jabber cooed in delight as you faced him. He leaned close, his teeth gently catching your lower lip between them. His nose pressed beside yours, pink eyes boring into your own as one of his hands left the comfort from below your shirt to cup your face.

He let go of your lower lip, smiling like a fox that just caught a juicy fish. “You’re so funny to me… Always so snappy and confident, but when I start to touch you and talk low,” he trailed off before lowering his head to kiss at the crook of your neck. “you get all timid and meek like a lil’ mouse…”

Your face is burning hot by then. His lips, his voice, his hands all over you. It’s sickeningly overwhelming. You managed to shut your book and hit him over the head with it, mumbling a quick ‘Stop it’ that sounded as convincing as a kid telling his mom he deserves candy.

Jabber giggled in delight at the impact before squeezing you closer, delivering a soft and obnoxious kiss to the back of your ear. “Mmm, you’re so amusing, baby,” he mused. His manic brain was soothed to tranquility for now. Soon enough, he’d be back to his usual self; begging you to let him use Mankira’s toxins on you or trying to wrestle you onto the floor.

But, this small pocket of peace and gross sappiness was acceptable for the time being.

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ᶦᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒⁿ ᵃᵒ³ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ. ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢ, ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᶦᶠ ʸᵃˡˡ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ˢᵐᵃˡˡᵉʳ ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉˢ 🫶🏻 ᵃˡˢᵒ, ʰᵉˡˡᵒ ᵍᵃᶜʰᶦᵃᵏᵘᵗᵃ ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ʰᵃᶦᶦᶦᶦᶦ

[rotknox]

Schedule Update

Hi my loves (dunno wtf to call u guys yet, bear with me 😧)

So here's gonna be a small update on my schedule/what i want to do from now on;

- Cryptic Comforts is still gonna happen and will not stop until I say so. I will do my best to upload this fic when I'm able to, especially now that I have a more concrete idea of where I want to head.

- I will make oneshots of random characters from my current fixations in-between fic uploads. I will make an entire oneshot book on Wattpad where I'll upload each work. As for AO3 and Tumblr, each oneshot will be uploaded separately!!

- I've also realized it's not a crime to take long breaks so expect some of those ‼️

OKAY I LOVE U GUYS SEE U WHEN I UPLOAD

[rotknox]

hi chat,,,

So as you guys noticed, I haven't been uploading much for Cryptic Comforts. In short, October has been very busy since I have to deal with my 9th grade graduation and my driving lessons. Rest assured that once I finish all I have on my plate, I'll be back :3

In the meantime, I love all of you guys and the support you've been giving me has been absolutely phenomenal <33

[notarakhae]

[cyber-dump-171]

Prologue: Distress Call

The End is Near (Gravity Falls x Reader)

Masterlist | Chapter 1 →

Word count: 1.2 k.

WARNING: Violence, monsters and blood

Note: thank you for stopping by and reading! Comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! For those who come from my profile and are waiting for Chapter 6 of OSYGM, it's on its way!

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:13 A.M.

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RW: Rita Woorley, Dispatcher.

CS: Caroline Simmons, Victim.

JS: Jeremy Simmons, Victim (?).

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RW: 911, where’s your emergency?

CS: *heavy breathing* *clothing shifting* *distant objects clattering*

RW: Hello? Is anyone there?

CS: *heavy breathing* *distant clatter*

RW: *sighs* For God’s sake, these kids and their pranks.

CS: Please… help me…

RW: Hello? Ma’am, what’s the address of your emergency?

CS: Trantow Fields, house 131 in Gravity Falls. I’m Caroline Simmons and I-I need police here… Just, please, hurry. *distant door banging* 

RW: *typing* Alright, and what’s the emergency?

CS: *rapid breathing* It’s my husband… I don’t know what’s happening… Oh God- *distant clatter* *a male voice screaming*

RW: Police are on their way, ma’am. Tell me what’s happening.

CS: I-I don’t know… he’s gone insane… he was fine this mornin’, s-sick with a bug but he was his chipper self. But-

JS: *distant shout* CAROLINE! LET ME OUT, SWEETIE!

RW: Ma’am, are you in a safe place?

CS: *hyperventilating* Y-Yes! I barricaded the bedroom, where he’s at… *heavy breathing* I-I locked myself in the kitchen. *UF starts crying*

RW: Ok. Take a deep breath, ma’am. Police are around five minutes away from where you are. Keep walking me through what happened. 

CS: *heavy breathing* S-Sorry… I… I woke up to him holding a knife… h-he… he… *distant hurried banging* he tried to stab me… H-He had crazy eyes… his mouth was bleedin’, I think he bit his lip too hard… *loud crash*

RW: Ma’am?

JS:  CAROLINE! *door falling* *distant hurried footsteps*

CS: Oh my God… h-he broke the door… HE BROKE THE DOOR! SOMEBODY! SAVE ME!

RW: Ma’am, you need to calm down. Take a deep breath. Is your husband still armed?

CS: No… I took the knife from him. Oh my God… what happened to my Jeremy? *crying*

RW: Ma’am, take a deep breath. Police are close.

CS: *whispering* *hyperventilating* I think he’s downstairs… I-I can hear him… *footsteps grow louder*

RW: Ma’am, remain calm.

CS: *heavy breathing* *loud distant footsteps*

CS: *soft knocking* *muffled bizarre breathing*

JS: Caroline? Honey, it’s me… There’s something wrong… I don’t know what’s happening to me…

CS: *crying* Jeremy… Please don’t hurt me…

JS: Sweetie, I need you to open the door, please…

RW: Ma’am, do not open the door. Police are close.

CS: *hysterical crying* YOU’RE NOT MY JEREMY!

JS: Caroline, I know you’re scared, but please, I need you to open the door. 

CS: *hysterical crying*

JS: Darling? Do you remember our wedding vows where I promised to always protect you?

CS: *crying* Y-Yes, I-I remember.

JS: I can’t protect you if the door’s closed… So please, open it. I want to see you.

CS: *sniffling* *heavy breathing* *phone clatters on the floor*

RW: Ma’am, do not open the door… Hello?

CS: Please… Jeremy, love, don’t hurt me. *kitchen door opens*

JS: I’m so sorry for scaring you, darling. *distorted breathing*

CS: …

RW: Ma’am? Are you there? Hello?

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:27 A.M.

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EK: Elmer Kain, Dispatcher.

DM: Dylan Moss, Victim.

LW: Lawrence Woodworth, Victim.

KB: Kyle Baker, Victim.

UM: Unidentified Male.

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EK: 911, what’s your emergency?

DM: HOLY SHIT! FINALLY! WE NEED AN AMBULANCE! HURRY!

EK: Sir, remain calm, what’s your location?

DM: W-W-We are at a… *heavy breathing* fuck, sorry, at Gravity Falls High School! Please hurry, somebody’s bleeding to death!

LW: *distant* Kyle, do not fall asleep!

EK: *typing*  An ambulance is on its way. Walk me through what’s happening.

DM: W-We were working on a f-final project and was g-getting late so we went to drop our friend Kyle at his house! B-But this fucking thing... it just- *crying*

LW: *distant* S-Something came out of the forest and tore K-Kyle’s stomach out!

EK: Were you able to catch sight of what it was?

DM: *crying* We don’t know! I-It was too f-fucking dark… I… we… I’m so fucking scared!

LW: *distant* I-It looked human, but it… it wasn’t human? I-I don’t know! It had huge claws!

KB: *coughing* * groaning in pain*

EK: What’s the current state of your friend?

DM: *crying* H-He’s breathing but his stomach is just… gone… it’s like a… *retches*... pile of mush o-on the floor. *retches*

EK: Take a deep breath… are you applying pressure to the wound?

DM: *crying* I-I’m so scared…

LW: *distant* W-We are! We tied m-my hoodie and I-Im’ pressing on it but he’s getting paler!

KB: *coughing* I want my mom…

DM: *crying* H-Hold on, man. H-Help is on the way…

EK: The ambulance is five minutes away, keep applying pressure. Do not hang up the phone.

DM: *branches and leaves snapping* *distant footsteps* … what the fuck?

LW: *distant* DYLAN! LOOK AT THE FUCKING FOREST!

DM: … Kyle? But… he’s right here… what?

EK: What’s happening?

KB: *distant coughing* *crying* Mom…

LW: *distant* GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM US!

EK: Hello? What’s going on?

DM: *distant footsteps* Holy shit… it’s… I… it’s Kyle, but… Kyle’s also… bleeding on the floor.

EK: What? I don’t quite understand.

UM: *distorted crying* Mom…

LW: *distant* FUCK! WHAT DO WE DO!?

DM: I DON’T KNOW! HELP… PLEASE!

UM: *distorted crying* I want my mom…

EK: What’s happening? Dylan?

DM: *incoherent screams* *distorted roar*

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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ROADKILL COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Transcript of 911 distress call

10/2/1980 - 1:33 A.M.

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KJ: Keneth Jarvis, Dispatcher.

TB: Tabitha Roberts, Victim.

UF: Unidentified Female.

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KJ: 911, where’s your emergency?

TB: *distant glass tapping* Hello? My name is Tabitha Roberts, I live on Oakley Road, house 28 in Gravity Falls. I need the cops.

KJ: Alright miss, what’s the emergency?

TB: *distant glass tapping* Someone… no, scratch that, something is trying to break into my house.

KJ: *typing* Uh, sorry… I’m a bit confused by your statement. “Something” is trying to break in?

TB: *distant glass tapping* I… I just don’t even know how to describe it. I got home from work about twenty minutes ago when I heard something banging on my backyard door.

KJ: Uh-huh.

TB: *distant glass tapping* I opened the curtains and… well… you’re definitely not going to believe this but… something that looks like me is trying to smash the glass and come in.

KJ: … Pardon?

TB: *distant glass tapping* I know it sounds insane but you have to believe! The weird part is that it looks like me but at the same time, there’s something wrong… I can’t place it… I think it’s the eyes… the skin looks loose…

KJ: Uh… O-Ok miss, a unit has been dispatched to your place, please stay on the line. Are you in a safe place?

TB: *distant glass tapping* No, I’m in the living room, it’s the only place where I have a landline. I’m staring at the… thing… Jesus Christ, it doesn’t even fucking blink!

TB: *distant glass banging* *sound of glass cracking* Oh God… the glass… it has a crack…

KJ: Miss? 

TB: *distant glass banging*  FUCK! IT’S BREAKING THE GLASS! 

KJ: Miss, remain calm. Do you have a place where you can hide?

TB: *glass breaks* FUCK! HELP ME! PLEASE! IT’S COMING AT ME!

KJ: Miss, find a place to hide, police are on their way.

TB: *incoherent screams* *glass and furniture breaking* GET OFF ME!

KJ: Miss, what’s going on?

TB: *something is smashed against the ground* …

KJ: Miss Tabitha? Is everything alright?

TB: … *footsteps*

KJ: Hello? Miss Tabitha?

UF: *distorted* Hello? My name is Tabitha Roberts, I live on Oakley Road, house 28 in Gravity Falls. I need the cops.

*Call is abruptly disconnected*

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The drive home was quiet. The twins were asleep from the sudden adrenaline rush of shopping for clothes, and Bill was wide awake, but he was focused on the afternoon setting. Bill looked over at [Name], his breath catching in his throat. The air was tugging at [Name]'s loose button-up and at his hair as well.

Bill felt his stupid skin mask boil, so he turned away and let out a disgruntled sound. [Name] looked over and smiled. "You okay?" He asked and Bill simply nodded, slightly biting the nail of his thumb. Speaking of nails, damn, his nails were long as shit… Maybe he should ask Mabel to take care of them? What the hell was he thinking? He hated those stupid goddamn twins!

…Maybe…?

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The shack was quiet. Customers had already left for the day and the only living souls who were left were the staff. Wendy was sitting behind the register with Melody and Soos was cheerfully restocking the shelves.

Ford had come out of the lab, sighing deeply. Wendy looked up from her phone and then looked down again. “Whaddup, Mr. Ford?” She greeted him calmly. Melody looked up and smiled. “Oh hi, Ford! Want something to drink?”

Ford smiled tiredly at both young women. “Hello you two… No thank you, Melody, I’m okay,” Ford reassured her. Wendy looked at him quizzically but shrugged, he was not her business anyways. But, he was a good source of gossip, so…

“Hey, Mr. Ford?” She looked up, Ford looked over at her and raised an eyebrow. “Who’s that blond that’s been hanging around [Name]?”

Ford’s lower lip got caught between his teeth and he looked away. Melody shot a concerned look over to him. “Ford? You okay?”

Soos, who had been ‘minding his business’, immediately appeared beside Ford and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You can tell us anything, Mr. Mister Pines… We are all ears, not literally but y’know,” Soos let out a quick laugh at his own joke.

Ford blinked and awkwardly patted Soos’ hand. “You’re a good manchild, Soos… And I also suppose there is no reason for me to hide this from you all considering you’re all here almost everyday.”

He sighed and sat up straight. “When Stanley killed Bill in his mind, Bill managed to somehow transfer his form to an area outside of time and space. He was taken into a facility known as the Theraprism and a rehabilitation process was initiated. However, he began to get worse… Psychotic outbursts, ramblings, violent tendencies, you name it. Point is, the doctor in charge of him thought it was best to send him here and live life as a human. He has no powers whatsoever and it seems he’s not exactly… himself.”

Wendy blinked and narrowed her eyes. “So, the blond is Bill Cipher? Huh, I imagined he’d be more…” She seemed to struggle to find the correct words, that’s when Soos piped in. “Flashy? Loud? Psycho-crazy?”

Wendy stared at Soos and shrugged. “I guess. But, he’s powerless, right? I doubt we should be worried about him,” She said and looked at Ford. Ford blinked in surprise and looked at her with a perplexed expression. “You too?”

The teen stared at him with a tiny frown. “What did I do, man?”

Ford abruptly stood up. “I think I have to re-evaluate a few things… If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in my lab,” He swiftly left the room and left everyone slightly puzzled. Soos was the first to speak up. “Welp! Time to get back to restocking!”

The door swung open and in walked an exhausted Bill holding a bunch of bags. After him, [Name] walked in holding both twins, he seemed tired too. “Hey, guys…” [Name] yawned.

Bill almost tripped from how tired he was until [Name] hooked an arm around him. Bill gasped and looked back. “I-Idiot! The ki…”

He noticed [Name] had maneuvered the twins so he had a free arm, a free arm to catch Bill and ONLY Bill…

Goodness, consider him flustered.

Bill gulped back his words and looked away, [Name] smiled and pulled Bill so he’d stand up straight. “You okay? Wanna take a nap?” [Name] asked him and Bill stared at him. “No comfortable bed, remember?”

[Name] let out a soft ‘oh’ before turning to Melody. “Hey, Lody? Can you put these two to bed?” He asked and Melody nodded with a smile. “Sure!”

She took the twins from the taller man and walked upstairs to the attic. [Name] looked over at Soos. "Hey, Soos? Do you still have that old metal bed frame from your past house?”, he asked and Soos nodded. "Oh totally, dude! It’s in the storage room in the attic!”

[Name] nodded. "C’mon, Bill!” Bill had no time to answer before he was yanked upstairs. What the hell was with these men and yanking him around?!

They made their way upstairs and into Bill’s bedroom. [Name] went off to go get the bed frame while Bill got himself preoccupied by unpacking things that he had bought. He was more interested in what the kids had gotten.

He dug into the bag and took out a random piece of clothing. He inspected what looked to be mom jeans? He recalled seeing some women in Ford’s time using these. He put the pants aside and took out another piece, this time a colorful off-the shoulder sweater top. Looking in the bag, it was clear to see what twin bought what, Mabel got him a bunch of colorful 80’s inspired clothes while Dipper got him things like suits and whatnot.

He was startled out of his fleshy exoskeleton by the sound of metal scraping against the floor. Bill snapped his head back to see [Name] breathing lightly, he looked at him with his eyebrows raised. "…Isn’t that heavy?”

[Name] laughed a bit. "Nah, it’s easy when you’re used to carrying heavy things.”

As [Name] turned around, Bill took the chance to shamelessly check his build out. He was a perfect balance of strong and soft… Nice.

Before Bill knew it, [Name] had already set up his bed AND his sheets. Bill felt himself fawn harder, if that was even possible.

“Here, all done!” [Name] smiled wide and sighed softly. "Like it?” [Name] asked him as he wiped some sweat off his brow. Bill looked up at his face and nodded, biting the inside of his lip. “Yeah, I love it.”

[Name] exhaled and stood up with a pleased expression on his face. His eyes traced over Bill’s features for a bit before they settled on the other man’s eye. “Need help decorating?”

Bill’s eye widened and he stumbled on his words in his mind for a little, but he eventually decided to answer. “Sure… I could use a hand or two,” Bill nodded as he took out everything he had bought.

And so it began.

Bill couldn’t recall the last time he had enjoyed someone else’s presence this much. Being around [Name] brought him a large amount of joy that he couldn’t verbally describe, it was the type of joy that made his ribs feel like they were vibrating and made his heart seem queasy.

It was strange in all honesty, he barely knew this man but it felt like he had known him for decades or more. Bill couldn’t help but gaze at [Name] as he put the finishing touch on his room, and speaking of…

Bill blinked and realized they had finished. [Name] sighed lightly and stepped back, he let his eyes admire what they had done. He looked over at Bill with a wide smile full of pride. “So? Feel at home yet?”

The demon looked back at [Name] and he nodded eagerly. “Yeah…”

The room was full of antiques and colorful tapestries, it was a far cry from the empty room he had been shoved into the day prior. It was hard to believe he had only spent a day in this house, for it already felt like he had been here since he was a mere baby.

[Name] couldn’t help but admire the room, it was like if vintage bohemian and elegance had a weird little child, and if definitely fit Bill just right.

He looked down at Bill and smiled. “Are you hungry?” He asked. Bill never had hunger in his life, he could thank his lack of organs for that! But now… His stomach-thingy was rioting against him and making noises he thought only Zanthar was capable of producing.

Bill nodded and followed [Name] downstairs.

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Stan was sitting with the twins at the dinner table. Both teens had woken up shortly before and were still very groggy.

He heard footsteps descending down the stairs and looked up to see [Name] being followed by a frowning Bill. Stan couldn’t help but raise a brow. “Done already?”

[Name] looked over and smiled. “Yeah! Two pairs of hands work better than one,” the taller male affirmed and handed Bill some crackers. Bill mindlessly munched on the snack and frowned as he stared out the window.

“Oh, by the way, three-sides?” Stan spoke up and Bill looked over with offense. “Soos says you can work here at the Shack,” the old man said, Bill couldn’t help but giggle.

“Me? Why would I need to work in this humble abode?” Bill asked cockily and Stan glared at him. “Wanna keep Gompers warm at night? Then shut your trap and accept Soos’ offer.”

Bill snarled a little at Stan but huffed. “Fine… I’m only accepting just because I’m feeling generous, Stanley,” the blond said and Stan waved him off dismissively.

“Oh, [Name]!!! You won’t be alone with handyman work anymore!” Mabel said cheerfully and [Name] smiled at her. “You’re right, starlight. Trust me, man, this work’s easy as 123 once you get the gist of it,” he added as he turned to look at Bill.

Realization dawned on Bill like a blessing. He could see this man sweaty and worked up… Yeah, he’ll make sure to thank Soos later.

They lingered in the kitchen with everyone before Stan sent the twins off to bed and then went to the living room.

A question had been nagging at Bill since he saw [Name] for the first time ever, and so he turned to look at [Name] before speaking up. “So… How’d you even get this job? It couldn’t have possibly been your first choice.”

The [Eye Color] eyed male just smiled and turned to face Bill. “Well, I came here to Gravity Falls for a graduation project… I quickly realized I had no funds left and my family had a hard time sending money over.”

He sipped his drink before continuing. “So, I started to do some job hunting. I had a lot of experience with services and things like woodwork and pottery due to the fact I helped my parents provide for my siblings, so I looked for jobs that required someone with that expertise. And as if some higher power heard me, I found a flier for this place… They needed a handyman who could also work as a janitor since the last one moved up the ranks. And here we are now…”

Bill was intrigued. This guy certainly was God’s golden boy; handsome, smart, charming and job offers literally fell out of the sky just for him. But something had piqued his interest, so he asked another question. “You helped provide for your siblings? Why?” The blond asked and [Name] smiled. “Low income family in Rhode Island with about five kids.”

That was enough to make Bill understand.

“I’ll make sure to explain it all in further detail some other day. For now, I have to leave,” [Name] said whilst he threw his soda can away and checked his watch. He walked over to Bill and firmly gripped his hand. “Sleep well, Bill.”

Bill’s hand ached for more of that soft touch… He waved goodbye to [Name] and quietly fawned.

“I don’t get what they see in you,” Ford’s voice broke through and Bill scowled. “Of course you don’t,” Bill retorted.

Ford came out of the lab’s doorway and stared Bill down. “Everyone is forgiving you. Wendy, Melody and Soos… Hell, even Stanley is mildly alright with you! What do they see in you, Cipher?!”

Bill stared at him blankly before furrowing his brows. “Maybe they actually have hope in me. Unlike you who only saw me for my brains,” the demon said coldly and Ford’s eyes narrowed. “You did the same.”

Bill shrugged. “Touché.”

The demon swiftly went back upstairs to his room and Ford leaned against the counter. He rubbed his nose bridge and looked out the window, thinking this whole mess over.

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Bill laid in his comfortable bed with his eye set on the ceiling. He could now see why humans like to sleep so much…

He settled his head in his pillows, that’s when he noticed something…

The pillow cases had the lingering scent of [Name]’s cologne.

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Bill was lying on his mattress, sulking in annoyance. He stared at the mold on the ceiling, slightly fascinated by the sheer amount of it - he could get a disease from this! Awesome!

He stared at his new body, a slight frown on his face. He had always wanted a physical form, but why did he feel so... unamused and bored? He shook his head and tried to roll over, only to let out a sudden yelp. The bone armour for his lungs hurt so much! Why?!

He silently cursed Ford for poking at his skin so much, now he would have bruises for days!

He could hear the bickering below, but rolled his eyes. For now, he was going to indulge in the human delicacy of 'sleeping soundly'.

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Ford was sitting at the kitchen table, Stan across from him with a questioning look on his face. "What's with the face, Poindexter?" he asked and Ford looked up. He didn't know how to bring this up with his brother in any way.

"'Do you remember Bill, Stanley?" Ford asked and Stan rolled his eyes, "Oy, that stupid triangle..," he said bitterly, leaning back in his seat. Ford rubbed his forehead before deciding to confess, "Well... when you killed him in your mind, his mind form escaped to an area outside of time. He was taken to a facility called 'Theraprism' where he was to be put through a rehabilitation process. Due to a lack of progress, he was sent here,"

Stan then looked at Ford and furrowed his brow, "So you're telling me there's a space demon in our house?" he asked sharply and Ford nodded, " That's right... Don't worry, I've got him under control. I have already run some tests on him and his supernatural properties are extremely low,"

Stan groaned, "Remember, the moment he acts out, I will make sure he is thrown out of this place," Ford nodded, "I agree. He's already been warned... Though you seem a lot calmer about it,"

Stan shrugged, “Guess since I killed him, he’s become less of a threat in my eyes. I dunno, but… I’m too tired for this, I’m gonna head to bed. You should do the same,"

Stan left the room and Ford sighed. He looked out the window, silently wondering if he had made the right choice… Only time could tell.

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The morning sun hit the window and shone directly into Bill's eyes. He groaned loudly and sat up, "Stupid..,"

He ducked away from the light, grumbling. There was a knock at his door and he narrowed his eyes, "What?" he said sharply.

The door opened to reveal Mabel, "Hello, mister," she said, crossing her arms. Bill glared at her and huffed, "What do you want, shooting star?" he asked, glaring at her. Mabel just grinned, "For you to join us for breakfast!"

Bill blinked, staring at the little girl, "And if I don't?" Mabel looked at him, frowning, "I'll have to drag you downstairs myself!"

Bill couldn't help but chuckle, "Really? You and what upper body strength?"

...

Dipper was quietly eating the breakfast Stan had made, reading a cryptid magazine. [Name] had also joined them at Ford's request.

"You know, Latin America has some interesting legends," [Name] commented as he sipped his coffee. Dipper piped up and smiled, "Do you have anything I can read?" the teenager asked. [Name] chuckled and ruffled his hair, "Sure. Just remind me before I clock out,"

"C'MON, MOVE!" they all heard Mabel yell, "NO! I AM AN ADULT HUMAN, I CAN MAKE MY OWN, DID YOU JUST BITE ME?"

Ford blinked and looked at Stan, "Should we help?" he asked. Stan shrugged as he read his paper, "Nah, she's got him,"

[Name] looked up to see Mabel dragging an angry Bill down the stairs. She plopped him down on a chair and exhaled, "Damn, he's pissed!"

"Language, young lady," Ford sighed. Bill grumbled and then looked beside him. His eyes met [Name]'s and his eye widened, "O-Oh! You're here... Why?"

[Name] smiled, "Mr Pines invited me. He found out I don't eat enough and gave me a LONG lecture..," he said and Bill laughed a little, "Yeah, sounds like Sixer..," he commented, looking at Ford to make sure HE wasn't getting a lecture either. 

“Alright, let’s cut to the case,", Stan said as he put his newspaper down. He looked at Bill and spoke sternly, “You aren’t staying here for free, three-sides,"

Wow. Stupid nickname AND a rent order? Bill was rightfully offended.

"Yeah? Says who?" asked Bill challengingly. Stan narrowed his eyes at him, "Says me. Either you get a job or you sleep with the raccoons,"

[Name] looked over and sighed, "If it's too much for you, Stan, he can stay with me," he offered. Bill's eye twinkled as he looked over at the man. Ford shook his head, "No, [Name]. Bill has to stay here so I can keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't get out of hand.

[Name] couldn't help but laugh a little, "Why? Look at him, Mr Pines! He looks fine to me," he said as he gestured to Bill. Ford furrowed his brow before deciding against a rebuke. [Name] wasn't from Gravity Falls, nor was he around when Weirdmageddon happened, he didn't know what Bill was capable of.

Bill, on the other hand, felt his heart race when [Name] defended him. Mabel took note of this.

"Look, Mr Pines. I'm not sure what your deal is with this guy, but I personally think he deserves better treatment. So how about I take this guy and the kids to do some shopping?" [Name] suggested as he stood up. Ford hesitated but was interrupted by Stan, "Sure, just don't let him out of your sight.

Bill looked over at Stan in slight surprise. [Name] smiled, "You got it! Come on, let's go,"

Dipper eagerly followed [Name] and Mabel dragged Bill along with her. Once outside, Ford turned to Stan with an angry expression on his face, "What the hell, Stanley?! Didn't you hear me tell you to keep an eye on him?"

Stan groaned and looked at Ford, "Look, if you want to see Bill's nature then you need to let him go once in a while. If he can behave himself when he's out of your grasp, then maybe he's not a threat,"

Ford stared at him, trying not to scowl, "He is dangerous, Stanley! Why are none of you worried?" Stan stood up and glared at him, "The sky's still blue, time is moving forward, nobody has any extra appendages that I know of. So stop being a wet blanket,"

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Bill sat in the passenger seat of [Name]'s car and shifted a little. "Just so you know, Bill, I let you ride shotgun because I was feeling generous," Bill couldn't help but chuckle at Dipper's 'nonchalant' attitude, "Yeah, yeah. How's that green M&M working out for you?" he commented and Dipper almost choked.

Mabel just smiled, "Well, I think this is a good time to show Bill here what he's been missing!"

Bill just gave an absent-minded 'uh-huh' and stared out of the window. Mabel's brows furrowed in curiosity and she followed his gaze, her eyes landing on [Name], who was chatting with Wendy outside the Mystery Shack, presumably to get her to cover his shift while he was gone.

Mabel gasped and started to shake Dipper's arm, then leaned in and whispered to him. Dipper paled and looked at the back of Bill's head.

"So, Bill..," Mabel began and Bill almost groaned, "Your thoughts on [name]?" she asked with a mischievous little smile. Bill turned to her and narrowed his eyes, "What do you care?"

Dipper chimed in, "Well, he's someone we all love very much. And we don't want anything to happen to him,"

Bill couldn't help but grimace, "What the hell is this? Meeting my girlfriend's parents for the first time? Relax, I won't do anything to him," Dipper looked at him suspiciously and Mabel was planning something in her head.

[Name] finally got into the car, "Sorry to keep you waiting, guys. I had to bribe Wendy to cover for me while we're away," he chuckled as he started the car. The engine purred to life and the radio automatically switched to some music by [Favourite Band Name].

Bill gave the radio a look of mild interest and [Name] noticed. The taller man smiled a little, "Do you want to change it to something else?" he asked. Bill looked up in slight surprise, "Er... Sure,"

[Name] smiled and nodded as he started to pull out of the car park, he spoke to Mabel, "Hey, Starlight? Can you hand my CD's to Bill?"

Mabel let out a cheerful "Yep!" and grabbed the CD binder from under the driver's seat. "For the passenger princess!" she said teasingly and Dipper laughed a little. Bill laughed sarcastically and grabbed the binder.

He thumbed through the contents of the binder and hummed a little. He saw a bunch of bands and artists he didn't even know. He looked over at [Name] and remembered the name of an artist, "Do you have Vera Lynn?"

[Name] kept his eyes on the road, but his attention remained on Bill, he smiled and shook his head, "No, but I have Doris Day. She has a similar feel to Vera,"

Bill looked down and searched for this Doris Day lady. He picked up the CD and removed the other one from the radio, carefully placing it back in an empty pocket of the folder. He inserted the CD he had chosen and waited patiently for the song to begin.

His ears were blessed by the soft voice of an angel and his eyes sparkled again. [Name] smiled and looked over at Bill, "You like romantic music?" he asked. Bill shrugged a little, "I guess so..,"

Bill felt all tingly inside as [Name] smiled at him... Maybe he had a tapeworm? Yes, that explains it.

They reached the mall. Bill was a bit fascinated by how... funny it looked.

"All right, kids, listen up," [Name] shut off the car and turned to the back seat. "Mr Pines is clearly on a weird tangent with Bill here, yeah? So, since he's not going to do it, I suggest we give him a warm welcome with some proper furniture and whatnot!"

Mabel was ecstatic about this, while Dipper just listened intently. Bill raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, "For your information, I'm fine with my room as it is," [Name] turned to him and raised his eyebrows, "You're fine with an air mattress and a mold infestation? Yeah, that's what I thought. Well, let's not waste any time!"

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The mall was bustling with people, the smell of fried food hit Bill’s nostrils like a freight train. He could hear gossip from a mile away. “Okay so, where should we start?” [Name] asked Dipper and Mabel. Mabel hummed in thought before gasping. “The houseware store!”

[Name] nodded. “Exactly. Let’s get a move on then,” he declared and began to walk. Mabel decided to take a chance to reveal her master plan.

She let Dipper and [Name] walk a bit further from them before snatching Bill. “Listen, Bill. My plan is to make sure you live a normal human life! I think this therapy thing can work out for you! You just need some pizazz for your new life!”

Bill blinked and shrugged. “Okay,"

Mabel frowned a bit. “Hey, what happened to you? You’re usually obnoxiously flashy and psychotic… Now you’re making Dipper seem more entertaining,” she asked with concern. Bill sighed and shook his head. “I’m just not in my best mood. I guess I lost all of my ‘me’ after I died,"

Mabel gave him a sympathetic look but smiled, “Well, I’m sure we can get you feeling better in no time! Just, uh… Don’t try any funny business,"

Bill chuckled. “I couldn’t even if I tried,"

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The houseware store should be considered a World Wonder.

Bill looked around in awe at the sheer amount of things being sold there. He looked over at [Name] and bit his lower lip, “Your plan..?”

[Name] blinked before realization dawned on him. “Oh shit, right! So, Dipper and Mabel are gonna head off to buy you some new clothes while you and I browse for things to make your room feel more… well, you,"

Bill chuckled. “Oh you don’t know the things I like, Two-Legs," Bill playfully poked [Name]’s nose and began to walk in a random direction. [Name] suddenly remembered he had to keep an eye on Bill, he immediately powerwalked after him.

Mabel smiled bright. “C’mon, bro-bro! Let’s get Bill clothes!” Dipper followed close with a slight concerned expression. “Uh, Mabel? What kind of clothes would Bill even wear? What size is he?!”

Mabel pondered as she walked toward a clothing store. “Well… He’s pretty lanky so I can assume he’d be a size S!”

Dipper shrugged but followed his sister into the clothing store.

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Bill looked around the aisles of the houseware store and frowned, nothing caught his interest. “Ugh…” [Name] looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong, Bill?”

Bill just sighed. “Nothing here is my style, brainbox…” He said dramatically and looked at [Name]. “My tastes are too… otherworldly for this store," The taller male hummed thoughtfully before looking at Bill. “Wanna check out the antique store?”

Bill almost tripped from how fast he stopped pacing around. He looked at [Name] with the brightest smile and nodded. “Oh you read my mind doncha’, brainbox? Let’s go," He eagerly followed [Name] out of the store with a pleased smile. 

…

“You just made me spend $3,000 on an antique shop," [Name] muttered as he stared at the floor. Bill smiled as he held his bag full of antiques.

“And I said thank you~” Bill reminded him with a little smug smirk. [Name] just laughed weakly and stared at the receipt again. He heard some excited squeals and looked up. “[Name]! [Name]!!!”

He sat up only to be knocked down by Mabel headbutting him straight to his stomach. [Name] groaned loudly and almost cried. Bill looked down and raised an eyebrow. “Whatcha got there, shooting star?” Mabel just smiled, “Nothinggg… DIPPER HIDE THE BAGS!” She practically yelled at her twin, almost making Dipper scream.

[Name] looked at his watch and sighed. “Well, I think we can head home now,” Mabel nodded, yawned and Dipper did the same, Bill laughed a little. “Aww, look at you two little dummies! Seems like some kids need bed, huh?”

Dipper lazily glared at Bill and Mabel just smiled. “You’re getting your Billy-ness back…”

…Billy…

Bill just laughed dismissively. “Get a move on, yeah?” Dipper mumbled something about Bill not being allowed to boss them around; meanwhile, Mabel took her brother’s hand and began to walk in front of the two men.

Bill decided to take the words his doctor said to him once to heart. “Um… Thanks for taking care of me, [Name]... You didn’t have to.”

[Name] smiled at him. “Well… When I saw you sleeping on the floor in that moldy room, I knew I had to step in… I can feel something in you, Bill,” he said as he placed a hand on Bill’s back. “Let’s get you back home.”

Bill felt warm inside again.

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Outside of Time

She watched his triangular form through the cameras, he hadn’t moved or blinked in about an hour, he was just toying with the safety scissors he had stolen from the Crafts room. She felt a tinge of regret after locking him away into maximum security, perhaps there were other ways of healing him…

Dr. Prismatis sighed and picked up her communicator, “Hello, guards… Will you please bring Mr. Cipher to my office? Thank you very much.”, she sighed and set the communicator down, propping her elbows on the table and setting her chin on her palm.

After a few minutes of waiting, the doors slid open and two guards held Bill behind them, “Here he is, ma’am.”, the taller of the two said as they sat Bill down, the shorter one spoke up, “Do you need us to stay inside?”

The Luminara shook her head, “We’ll be fine on our own, you two may step out…”, the guards nodded and left the room, leaving Bill and Dr. Prismatis alone.

She took off her glasses and set them on the table, “Bill, I’d like to be frank with you…”, she began. Bill, who had seemed catatonic until just then, piped up and chuckled, “Frank? I thought your name was Ethara.”

Dr. Prismatis just frowned and Bill sunk in his chair. She sighed and shook her head, “I’ve tried everything with you… The walls in your room are covered in motivational posters, for Axolotl’s sake! I managed to cure PHEN-228 but I cannot seem to better you.”

Bill just whined a little bit, “Am I gonna move into isolation or what..?!”, he asked in a bit of panic. She shook her head to that, however, “No, Bill… Look, Axolotl and I discussed various techniques to better you. We decided on one that would work best and, well…”

She seemed to falter for a bit, Dr. Prismatis looked away and rubbed her hand. Bill looked at her and frowned, “Well, what?”, he asked a bit urgently.

She sighed and looked at him, “We decided on forgiveness.”, she said. Bill stared at her dumbfounded and he couldn’t help but start to laugh, “REALLY?! THAT’S THE SOLUTION TO ALL MY PROBLEMS!? Oh, doc! Oh oh! Oh, you’re a real kidder!”

The Luminara went from concerned to slightly annoyed, she sighed and deadpanned, “Do you even know what this method entails?”

Bill giggled, “Oh, lemme guess! I have to write a ‘heartfelt’ apology, film it, and then send it to all my enemies?”, he asked, his question followed by a loud laugh. Dr. Prismatis sighed and stood up gazing out her window, “This method is simple. We’ll send you to the INTACT area where you caused the most trouble and you will work for your rehabilitation… I’ll check in now and then to make sure your process is working.”, she explained sternly.

Bill rolled his eye and crossed his arms, “Yeah? And where exactly where I go, smarty? I’ve caused chaos in many places, y’know!”, he said with a huff, she narrowed her eyes at him, “That’s not something you should be proud of, Bill.”

She then clasped her hands and looked at him, “You will be going to Earth.”

Bill shot up and stared at her wide-eyed, “WHAT?!”

“I know it may not be the place you want to be in but… It’s the only other method anyone can think of for you.”, she said calmly, placing her prism-like hand on Bill’s back.

“Trust me, Bill… As your Head Doctor, I will never put you in a failing situation.”, she promised and Bill almost banged his face against the edge of her desk, “I’m gonna cry on you, doc.”

Dr. Prismatis opened a portal and gently nudged Bill over, “Don’t worry, Bill…”, she then pushed him inside.

Bill screamed at the top of his… lungs? Well, he screamed loud, that’s for sure.

Before he knew it, he hit the floor. Bill groaned loudly against the grass and sat up, he spat out some grass that had gotten on his tongue- wait what.

Bill paused, “Since when do I have a mouth?”, he asked himself. He looked down to see a pair of tan hands that belonged to... HIM?!

“WHAT THE HELL?!”, he yelled as he began to run his hands over himself. Slight muscle, messy hair, a scar that was a little too similar to the one he had thanks to that oaf Stanley Pines… And a lazy eye mimicking the fact that he was one-eyed before.

He immediately checked to see if he was naked. And thank god, he wasn’t.

Whatever Dr. Prismatis did, she gave a simple outfit: a baggy shirt, shorts, and sandals. “Wow… Couldn’t even give me something fancy, huh? Cheap woman.”

He stood up on slightly wobbly legs, using a nearby tree for support. He heard distant voices and frowned, “What the hell… Where even am I?”

He sniffed the air and looked at the trees, it was all too familiar… Oh my.

Did that stupid doctor put him back into his hunting grounds?! Oh, this was golden.

Bill grinned wickedly and cracked his knuckles, “Oh this is going to be golde-” “Cipher?”

Bill warily turned around to face whoever just correctly guessed his name, and there was only one person who had the balls to call him by his last name.

He came face to face with a shocked Stanford Pines. 

The older man immediately scowled and spoke to him with noticeable venom, “Stanley killed you. He lost most of his memories thanks to you. And all of a sudden you show up in a new form?!”

Bill rolled his eye and held his hands up, “Relax Sixer… I’m only here because my doctor said so. If it was up to me, I’d be in The Bahamas! Hey, maybe Area 51 too…”, he was met with the barrel of some freaky gun to the nose.

“You won’t be going anywhere, Cipher. I will not allow you to wreak havoc across my home ever again.”, Ford said sternly and loaded his gun. He was quickly interrupted by Bill though.

“Well, will you let me finish?! Jeez, Sixer… Did your mom ever teach you any manners? And don’t lie to me, I know damn well she did.”, Bill said as he pushed the gun away, “I’m not here to cause chaos or anything, my doctor kicked me here.”

Ford paused and lowered his gun, “Your… doctor? What the hell are you saying?!”, he asked and Bill groaned. “UGH. STANFORD FILBRICK PINES, YOU UTTER DUNCE.”, the demon yelled and almost pulled his own hair out.

He took a deep breath and then groaned a bit, “Stupid heat… Say, Sixer? Mind if I coop up in that shack of yours from this torturous temperature?”, Bill asked as he wiped his sweat and scoffed, “My flesh bag is queasy…”

Ford looked at him, “Are you insane, Cipher?!”, he asked loudly. “Yeah, very.”, Bill giggled but then shut up when Ford glared at him. Bill huffed, “Alright, what’s the ish?”

“You tried to kill me and my family and you think I’m going to let you inside my house?!”, he asked angrily, and Bill huffed with annoyance, “Look, IQ. I was a little too violent but where else will I stay?”

Ford was conflicted. On one hand, he was letting none other than Bill Cipher into his home — his safe space, the only place he was ever safe from Bill’s claws… But then again, he had his lab there, and he had Bill here…

Ford sighed, “Under one condition, Cipher.”, he said firmly. Bill perked up and leaned close, “Yeah?!” Ford leaned away and sighed deeply, “You will be my experiment. You’ve been my greatest mystery, Cipher… I have to study you.”

Bill blinked and grinned a bit, “Sounds promising~”, he said with a chuckle but immediately yelped when Ford grabbed his wrist and yanked him along aggressively, “HEY WATCH IT!”

EARTH

GRAVITY FALLS, OREGON

Mabel and Dipper were in the shack. Mabel was currently doodling in her notebook while Dipper was reading a random book. Dipper frowned and looked up, “Hey, [Name]? What language is the Voynich Manuscript in?”

[Name] looked up from the floor he was mopping and furrowed his brows, “...The what..?”

The door slammed open and the three all jumped. In came Ford hauling a squirming Bill, “LET GO OF ME, SIXER. YOUR FINGERS ARE ALL OVER MY FLESH STICKS.”

Mabel raised a brow, “Flesh sticks?”

Dipper looked up, “Sixer? Wait… BILL?!”

Stanford sighed, “Calm down, children! …Oh hello, [Name].”, Ford greeted the taller man. [Name] sighed and waved, “I’m not even gonna ask…”

“Anyways… Children, this is indeed Bill Cipher. Worry not though! He’s weak.”, Bill shot him an offended glare, “I am not weak!”

Ford raised a brow, “Yeah? Burn me.”, Bill flushed up and glared at him, “I’m going to scalp you while you sleep, brainiac.”

Dipper immediately flailed, “GRUNKLE FORD IT’S BILL CIPHER HOW ARE YOU SO CALM!?”, he asked urgently. Bill laughed and leaned close, “Hey kid, no hard feels! I’m here thanks to therapy! I’m a healed man!”

Dipper looked at him questioningly and held Mabel close. Mabel hummed but smiled a tiny bit, “Well… According to Uncle Henry, therapy is the best medicine… Sooo…”, Dipper chewed on his bottom lip, “And how do you think Uncle Henry would react if we told him a space demon god got therapy?”

“...He’d probably laugh at us until he passed out.”, Mabel rubbed her arm. “But look at him! Does his face look like the face of a man who would hurt us?”

Dipper took one look at Bill and then at Mabel, “Absolutely, yes.”

Mabel looked over at [Name] and gave him puppy eyes. The janitor rubbed his eyes, “What do you want me to say, Starlight? I don’t even know this man.”, Bill got a little too into [Name]’s personal space, “Well I certainly know YOU, big guy!”

[Name] looked at him and chuckled, “You’re a weirdo, guy…”

“Anyways, I’m clocking out. Good luck…”, [Name] walked away and left the shack. Ford sighed and dragged Bill into the lab.

“We’ll need some explaining…”, Mabel muttered.

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The lab was as dark and humid as Bill had recalled. 

“Soooo, who was the big cleaner guy? He looked hot.”, Bill giggled as he looked around. Ford sighed and sat down at his desk, “That’s [Name]. He’s a sweet young man and I want you far away from him.”

Bill rolled his eye and looked around, “Why? Cuz I’ll ‘hurt him’?”, he asked and Ford nodded. “Precisely, I don’t want you trying to bring him any harm nor do I need you corrupting him.”, he said sternly as he took out some equipment.

“Now hold still, Cipher.”

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[Name] was about to leave the workshop. He counted his personal belongings; cellphone, wallet, house and car keys, thermos… Shit, he forgot his jacket at the Mystery Shack.

He drove back to the Mystery Shack, windows rolled down so the cool summer night air could calm his tired mind. He pulled into the parking lot and got out of his car, going into the gift shop and looking around.

He saw a certain blonde man laying flat on the floor. He came up to him and knelt beside him, “Hello?”, he raised a brow.

Bill turned over and furrowed his brows, he was bandaged and slightly bruised… What the hell happened while [Name] was gone? 

[Name] looked at him, “You okay?”, Bill just huffed, “No.” [Name] tilted his head as a wordless way to ask ‘why?’. Bill sighed a bit and sat up, “It was Sixer… He poked and prodded at me for like an hour.”

He then realized [Name] didn’t even know who he was. Bill looked away and rubbed his healthy eye, “No worries though. I’m tired, however.”, his usual enigmatism and flashiness was really low.

“Oh, do you sleep here?”, [Name] asked and Bill shrugged. The [Hair Color] haired male sighed and shook his head, “Well, I don’t know your story but… I’m here for you if you need anything.”

A weird tingly feeling grew in Bill’s chest and he looked at him, he laughed slightly and stood up, “No need! But uh… Thanks for the offer, uh…?”

“Oh. [Name]. [Name] [Last Name]. And you?”, he held his hand out and Bill’s breath hitched, “Bill…”

He gingerly shook [Name]’s hand, he couldn’t help but marvel and the size difference. [Name] smiled charmingly and pulled away, “Well, sleep tight, Bill… See ya.”

[Name] grabbed his jacket and left the gift shop.

Bill stared at the closed door and hummed, “Oh, I’m so screwed.”

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“Excuse me, coming through".

You walk down the dim corridor, the sound of telephones and mundane conversations muffled by the large window that separates the common office from the rest of the rooms. You take a quick glance inside and notice that it is emptier than usual, with only a couple of agents sitting at their desks filling out forms, watching the television broadcasting the evening news, or chatting with their cubicle neighbors.

You continue, carefully hugging the old box tighter as you slip past some of your father's co-workers, who greet you quietly before resuming their conversation, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and cigarette smoke clinging to their shirts wafting through the air. You're thankful it's not a stupidly strong cologne like the one James Blanc, one of the junior officers, wears. He puts on too much and it always makes you sneeze.

It reminds you of your male classmates who shower themselves in body spray after gym class, the smell making you dizzy as you sit inside the suffocating classroom.

After a few minutes of walking down the dull, gray hallway, you finally reach your destination, stopping in front of a worn wooden door with a silver plaque that reads a familiar name in faded letters: "Det. Pembroke”. Behind the doorway, you can hear a male and female voice, the latter sounding distressed, though you can't discern what they're talking about. Balancing the cardboard box on one arm, you lift your free hand and rack your knuckles against the solid material.

"Come in, door's open", replies a gruff voice after a couple of seconds of silence. Grunting and mentally begging yourself not to drop the heavy package, your hand quickly finds the handle and turns it urgently, the old wood creaking loudly as the door swings open, giving way to a simple yet messy office.

Tall rectangular metal cabinets and bookcases line the dark green walls, with various certificates and diplomas filling the empty spaces. On the right side of the room is a large display cabinet with various comic book figurines, knick-knacks, trophies and photo frames, displaying some of your family's memorabilia and achievements. On the opposite side of the office, under a rectangular window, is a wooden table with small drawers containing a small coffee pot and water dispenser. 

Your eyes sweep around the room and settle on your father, who sits behind a metal desk, with piles of documents, dirty mugs, a cup full of pens and pencils, and an old laptop taking up space on the surface. Behind it is a large map detailing the geography of your city, Kotohira. You take notice of several colored thumbtacks mark certain areas, though you can't see exactly where they point to.

He lifts his head to acknowledge your presence and his slender finger points to a table hidden in the corner of the room. “Put it there, kid. Careful with that, it's important,” you nod quickly at your father's words and head for the cabinet, pushing aside the manila folders to make room for the box. 

You place the package down with a quiet sigh, using your now free hands to wipe the dust from your button-up shirt, your legs burning as a reminder that it's been hours since you've sat down, too busy running errands and fetching documents around the station. 

Your father's eyes focus again on the woman sitting across from him, and he clears his throat as he continues. “Mrs. Enma, please don't worry, my men are working full-time to solve this case,” he reassures the woman, who nods silently at his affirmation.

Your gaze is drawn to the figure, an old woman you recognize as your upstairs neighbor who lives in apartment 305, Saeki Enma. You have bumped into her and her husband several times, either in the building's elevator or the nearby supermarket. It's strange to see her like this, with her usual warm smile and cheerful laughter replaced by a chagrined expression and puffy red eyes.

However, her reaction is understandable, as her only grandson is now the ninth person to go missing in the last month in Kotohira.

Saeki shakily reaches for her small black leather purse sitting on her lap, her small hands pulling out a beautiful baby-blue silk handkerchief, dabbing the corner of her wrinkled eyes to wipe away the rest of her salty tears. Her lips quiver as she looks down.

"Thank you, Detective Pembroke. My little Yuuken means the world to me, he's a kind and responsible boy. Oh my God... he must be so scared," she breaks down after glancing at the file in front of her, the picture of her grandson quietly staring back at her.

Her hands cover her eyes as her body shakes, the sound of her sobs echoing off the walls of the quiet office. Your father immediately gets up from his swivel chair and places a comforting hand on the old woman's back, while you run to the water dispenser, fill a glass, and hand it to her with a comforting smile.

Saeki accepts it with a sniffle, her trembling hands wrapping around the transparent glass as she sips in silence, her crying ceasing. A few minutes later, she calms down and sighs, gently patting your father's hand as a sign of gratitude. And suddenly, her eyes widen as her attention turns to you. 

"Oh my, (Y/N)! It's good to see you, what are you doing here? I apologize that you have to see me in this state," she laughs weakly, and you can still hear a hint of sadness in her voice. You suspect she's trying to distract herself from the grief of losing her grandson.

In return, you offer a small smile and a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Please don't worry, Mrs. Enma. It's good to see you, too." Your father suddenly slaps a hand on your shoulder with a toothy smile, causing you to jump in surprise as you turn to look at him in confusion.

“Kiddo over here had no plans for the summer, so I dragged them to the station to help out” - bullshit, you did have plans! You were going to spend every day inside, locked in your room with the air conditioning on, sprawled on your bed, and enjoying your free time. Hell, you'd even bought so many books and comics to read during the break! Now they're just going to sit there, gathering dust.

As Saeki finishes her glass of water, she lifts her head to look at the clock, whose hands point to the current time, 8:43 p.m. “My God! I apologize for taking up so much of your time, Detective Pembroke. My husband will be worried, I should be getting home,” she gasps in surprise. As you help Mrs. Enma out of her chair and pick up her cane, your father heads down the hallway, shouting for a nearby officer to help escort Saeki home.

In a matter of seconds, you hear a pair of footsteps running toward the office, and suddenly a young blond policeman stands in the doorway, nervously greeting your father. You remember that his name is Renart, a French cop freshly graduated from the police academy near Chichibugahama beach. The officers at the station call him "Croissant Surfer.”

Renart escorts Mrs. Enma out of the office, but not before she thanks your father again and gives you a warm smile as she bids you farewell. Your father promptly closes the door, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Nine people... nine people just gone," he whispers.

As you walk to the desk, your eyes scan the missing person's report. Yuuken Enma, a second-year student of Hibari Municipal High School disappeared this afternoon after leaving the Ishimoto gymnasium at around 2:30 p.m. He was reported missing by his grandparents who explained that Yuuken failed to pick up his phone and had never arrived home at an agreed hour.

According to witness reports, he was last seen by his fellow kendo club member and first-year student, Koito Saya. The two of them were training for an upcoming kendo match which would take place after summer break ended. 

Koito explains that Yuuken left practice early because "he was feeling unwell and he had to help his grandmother prepare some things for the Tanabata Festival.” The first-year student stayed in the gym for another hour of training, and when he left the facility around 4:00 p.m., he found a keychain from an action figure that belonged to Yuuken on the floor. Minutes later, the Enma's called the police station.

Your fingers grab the corner of the paper and turn the page to read some additional details about the case. This Yuuken boy... the two of you stood together at the bus station, but you never really spoke. You went to different schools, and his appearance and aura communicated that he didn't want to be bothered, so you left him alone. Besides, you're not the most outgoing person, so you never really made a move to befriend him. You only knew of his personality from the comments of neighbors and even your parents; a "charismatic and determined young man.” 

Your eyes land on an evidence report detailing the footage from the gym's surveillance camera. Your eyes widened as you remembered the conversation you overheard in the records room about two days ago about the recent missing persons cases.

According to the officer, all of the nine disappearances have been caught on CCTV, but you can never see who is taking them or where they are going because the recording always glitches.

He described in detail the disappearance of Fígaro Krause, the young heir to a German jewelry empire, who was walking home from a party organized by his classmates. He's alone, it's the middle of the night, he's strolling down an alley near some residential houses, when all of a sudden his head whips around as he hears a strange noise, the policeman describes the sound as that of a loud roar followed by a cry similar to that of horses.

Figaro's expression morphed into one of shock and bewilderment, paralyzed on the spot as his blue eyes did not look away from where the sound came. At that moment, the camera stops and the footage goes black. Suspiciously, the camera reactivated itself hours later as police arrived on the scene and neighbors peered out their windows and doors to see what was going on.

The officer explained that all the victims disappeared in the same way: they were alone in Kotohira, they heard something, and the camera footage went black, adding that the people who were near where the victims disappeared never heard anything strange. But he also points out that none of the victims have anything in common. Age, appearance, socioeconomic status, even where they live, nothing.

You're jolted out of your trance as your father clears his throat and walks past you, taking a seat in his chair, before turning to face you, the lack of sleep and stress evident due to the dark circles under his eyes. "From the looks of things, I don't think I'll be leaving the office anytime soon. Do you think your mom can pick you up?"

Normally, you would walk home, since the police station is not that far from the apartment building. That, and the night air feels good on your skin, plus, it gives you some time alone to think and take some pictures of the sky and wildlife.

However, because of the recent disappearances, everyone in Kotohira is on edge, including you and especially your parents. This morning, you even received some messages from a few of your school friends who were outraged because their parents wouldn't let them go on their annual trip to the beach for fear that their children would be the next victims.

You nodded at your dad’s request before taking the seat that Mrs. Enma had previously occupied and wasted no time dialing your mother's phone number. Frankly, you were tired and hungry, having accidentally skipped lunch to help the Chief's secretary organize a mountain of paperwork that needed to be archived. Seriously, these guys are a mess.

After a few dials, you hear the sound of the phone picking up and your mother's cheery voice answering from the other end. "Hello, honey! How's my baby doing?" you see out of the corner of your eye as your father chuckles, having heard your mother's cooing over the loud volume of the phone. "I'm fine, Mom. How was your case?"

You can hear your mother gasp in surprise before she giddily recounts the details of the latest case she took on. "Oh, you bet your ass I won it! You should have seen the look on that idiot Howard's face when they declared my client innocent. That asshole always takes the side of dirty money," you laugh lightly at your mom’s colorful words; she has had a fierce rivalry with Vanguard Legal Services’ best attorney, Howard Waltz, ever since college. They even work at competing firms.

Your mother spends a few minutes telling you more details about the case before asking you why you called her. You tell her about Yuuken Enma's recent disappearance and that your father won't be able to take you home due to the heavy workload. 

"Yuuken has disappeared!? Oh, poor thing, I hope they find him soon. Don't worry, darling, I just left the office, I'll be there in about half an hour," after exchanging a few more words, you hang up the call.

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You hold your head in your hands, it feels like someone is violently sticking a sharp needle into the left side of your brain and your eyes won't stop throbbing. 'What the actual hell happened? I was doing fine a minute ago.’

Your father had left after the Chief knocked on the door and told him that they were going to have a brief meeting to organize a search party for Yuuken and share some updates on the case. Seconds after they departed and your dad bid you goodbye in case you were gone before he returned, your terrible headache suddenly appeared, and now you feel like you're going to throw up.

“O, thou who were guided by the dark mirror”.

"What was that!? Hello!?" you yell, the chair legs squeaking loudly against the floor as you quickly stand up, your eyes scanning the room trying to find the deep voice that just spoke. Your heart is beating fast, your breathing labored as your hands immediately find a fountain pen sitting on top of some papers, grab it, and point the tip outward to use it as a makeshift weapon. 

‘Are the rookies pulling a prank? Or am I hallucinating? Damn it! This fucking headache is driving me insane!’ You lower your head to look at the gap between the door and the floor, but you don’t see anyone standing outside or hear any movement from the hallway. Before you can continue to examine the room any further, your phone vibrates and the screen turns on, displaying a recent message from your mother alongside other notifications: "I'm outside." 

You waste no time getting your things, slinging the messenger bag over your shoulder, grabbing your sweater off the back of the chair, and throwing the pen away, landing behind your father’s chair. You're tired, you're hungry, you don’t want to deal with whatever prank somebody’s pulling on you, and you want to take care of this headache before it turns into an excruciating migraine. 

You make your way over the door, making sure you stomp your feet as hard as you can to warn whoever is hiding and pulling your hair, to start running before you catch them and kill them. You twist the doorknob and open the door quickly, only to find... the hallway completely desolated and eerily quiet.

This is strange... even if everyone was working, you would hear the noise coming from the offices, but, there is no sound at all. You can’t even hear the wind blowing outside or the droning songs from the cicadas. Your stomach twists into knots, a feeling in your gut screaming at you that something is wrong. You need to get out of there now.

“Let thy heart’s desire reflected in the mirror take thee by the hand”.

Yeah, no, this is no prank. Whatever's going on here is some paranormal shit. 

You don't waste a second as you bolt from your father's office, running down the hallway as fast as you can, never looking back for fear of something coming after you. You groan as your headache begins to worsen, your head now throbbing and your ears ringing loudly as you begin to hear a chorus of unintelligible voices inside your brain.

“In me. In them. In you.”

You pant as you run past the common office, your eyes widening as you find the entire room empty, all the equipment turned off and the chairs scattered around the room as if everyone had suddenly gotten up and gone home. The deep voice rings louder in your head again, its words feeling like mockery. ‘What the hell is going on? Where did everyone go? Dad, please be okay!’

“We all have very little time left.”

"AGH, JUST SHUT UP!" you shout, hoping the voices will go away, but they only get louder by the second. Thankfully, you reach the entrance of the police station, your eyes widening in relief as you find your mother's gray car parked right outside. Swinging the glass door open, you dash towards the vehicle, panic running through your veins.

"MOM! PLEASE! IT'S ME! OPEN THE DOOR!" you slam your right hand against the window as you yank hard at the handle of the locked car door. But as you duck your head to look inside the car, your breath is cut short and you feel your heart come to a screeching halt. The driver's side is empty, not a trace of your mother inside.

You slowly back away from the vehicle in utter disbelief, the voices having stopped, but you don't even notice, too preoccupied with the sudden disappearance of everyone around you. Your attention, however, is drawn to a hellish sound coming from your right. A loud roar, creaking wood, heavy wheels rolling on the pavement, and the whole cacophony accompanied by the cries of horses.

You feel frozen in place as your head turns to the side and your eyes widen at the sudden appearance of a funeral carriage drawn by two elegant horses coming at you at full speed. 

You want to run, to escape from this hellish scene as quickly as possible, to run into your parents' arms. ‘This has to be a nightmare. This isn’t real!’ Every single muscle and nerve in your body is screaming for you to move, and yet something is holding you back. You close your eyes in fear as the sound of hooves comes closer and closer.

You feel nothing as the carriage crashes into you.

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An apology for my sudden hiatus

Hello everyone! If I’m suddenly appearing on your dashboard you might have followed my account for my Twisted Wonderland fanfiction “Left for Carnage”.

A few days after the last update to my account, which was an annoucement that I was back, my life became a bit hectic as I started my fourth semester of university and I was filled with homework. In addition, personal issues prevented me from pursuing my hobby for a while.

But now that I’ve finished my first internship and I’m organising my time better, I have a set time to continue with my writing.

Chapter 13 of Left for Carnage is already halfway done, so it should be published today or tomorrow. Also, I started a second Twst fanfiction called “The Ivory Crown” whose prologue should be published in Ao3. It will be posted here soon, I just need to finish the minuature.

I thank everyone for their likes and comments, I read them all! I’ll do my best to continue writing these stories as I’m very fond of them.

Thank you all and see you soon!

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