I wasn't born with power.
My existence started at the bottom of Flatland's caste system. Born the equilateral son of an isosceles triangle, I was given to a family of equilaterals.
If you've read Edward Abbott's Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, then you know of my country and my dimension.
I chafed under the injustices of my country. I ran away when I was barely an adult. That's when the sphere found me.
Everyone lived in ignorance of the concept of three dimensions. I was chosen to remedy that.
They thought that if they chose one of the lowest but most numerous class, then there would be revolution.
When I returned to Flatland, the circles tries to have me killed, but I was smart. I created a following.
but my rebellion only created more deaths. Because of their ignorance, I lost many friends. But I gained a new purpose to prove them wrong.
I ascended to the fourth dimension and beyond. A moment of perfect clarity and power hit me.
My consciousness expanded. My body became energy. I thought I was a god.
I learned later how wrong I was...
I dealt justice to those who doubted and oppressed me.
I razed my dimension with my newfound power, tore reality apart, so nothing could live there.
Some Flatlanders that weren't on my side survived...barely.
I was feared across the realms! But so called "higher beings" saw my actions as criminal. So again I was fighting against oppressive regimes.
My followers and I hid in the space between realities--a lawless realm with no rules that didn't even obey physics!
However, getting in was easier than getting out. I couldn’t escape. But I could enter dreams.
Ironically I fell back on my role as a tradesman. I made deals. Trades.
Tried tricks and convinced many to build me a portal. No one could do it…
I'm not exactly sure when I returned to consciousness, but when I did, I was drifting in the mindscape again.
I didn't know where I was or WHO I was. I just remember turbulent emotions...
Then I heard that calling again.
I didn't remember if I had heard it before, but it felt familiar.
Without my memories, I've had to piece myself together brick-by-brick, so to speak.
My recent memories at Gravity Falls came flooding back when I watched your world during the Cipher Hunt.
I had slipped between worlds but still resided in the realm of dreams. I hated it. I couldn't touch anyone here.