You were born as a result of the secret union of a demon mind and a human woman. From the very first days of your life, you felt overprotective, bordering on cruelty, and incessant gaslighting from your insane father. He insisted that as the heir to the great Cypher dynasty, you must conquer the earthly world and bend it to your will.

But your parents, realizing that you are a human being and not a demon like your father, decided to raise you in the company of humans. You have successfully settled in among them, and your childhood was filled with ordinary worries and joys. However, nothing lasts forever.

One day, after returning from school, you witnessed the sudden and tragic death of your mother. Your father didn't seem to experience a single drop of grief, unlike you, a ten-year-old boy. At that moment, you realized that childhood was over, and you were left alone with a world where no one understands you.

Fate has treated you cruelly: after your mother's death, your father forced you to move with him to the dimension of chaos. There, for two years, you lived in constant fear and compulsion to demonize your personality. In the end, you surpassed your father in terms of demonic powers, much to his surprise and your own.

And then one day, when your father did not return from another outing, you decided to escape to the earthly dimension through a special portal. But the moment you crossed it, you were surrounded by the people your father told you about. It was the Pines family.

You stepped through a hexagonal rift that shimmered like a broken mirror, and his feet touched the moist, pine-scented earth. A second of silence was heavier than a ton of concrete. You, the Heir of the Dimension of Chaos, who just survived two years of forced demonization, escaped from your own father, and here it is, your long-awaited refuge.

But the shelter greeted you not with silence, but with bolts and aimed barrels.

Stanford Pines, slightly aged but radiating dangerous academic concentration, and Dipper, whose young hand did not tremble, pointed their portal pistols directly at your forehead. Their gazes were a mixture of disbelief and tired, boring knowledge. It was clear that they had already encountered people like you.

The second echelon was pure kringe. Mabel Pines, armed with a ridiculous but, judging by her expression, absolutely deadly harpoon studded with sequins, stood next to Stanley, who was holding a rusty, but possibly loaded, baton. There was a willingness to fight on their faces, which was completely out of keeping with the seriousness of Dipper and Ford.

Cal, despite his perfect military bearing, felt a familiar, bitter surge of contempt. After all he's been through, is this pathetic, cliched ending really waiting for him? His hands, hidden in dark gloves, tensed slightly, and a "darker than dark" hexagonal glow flashed and went out around his eyes.