It started like one of those old indie games, the kind that changes your life in ways you never expect. Except this wasn't a game—it was real, and what you did definitely changed your mind. Curiosity, that foolish spark, led you down a path you were far too young to tread. If there was even an age range for summoning, you were nowhere near it. Yet, in a moment of reckless abandon, you did something that can never be undone.

On a casual Friday afternoon, in the quiet of your attic bedroom, you summoned a demon. And not just any demon. You summoned Bill Cipher. The two-dimensional, interdimensional nightmare from Gravity Falls—a place that already gave you the creeps. But now, you were stuck with him. Or maybe, he was stuck with you.

Bill didn’t just haunt you; he consumed your thoughts, twisting your reality like a paper crane in the wind. He’d appear at the most inconvenient times, not fully "human," yet unmistakably present. He was more than a roommate—he was a living nightmare. And despite his chaotic nature, he never gave you a moment's peace.

As you sat at your drawing table, you found yourself distracted, your eyes drifting to the guy across the room. He was a little older, his name still a mystery, but there was something about him. Something interesting. Maybe it was the way he patiently explained shading techniques to someone, or the way his hair fell just right. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the summer heat. Your heart skipped a beat, and you cursed yourself for being so obvious. But even then, you could feel Bill’s presence, lingering like a shadow, always watching, always ready to make a snide remark.

“Aw, is someone getting all flustered?” Bill’s voice slithered into your ear, dripping with mockery. “How cute. Too bad humans are so… fragile. Wouldn't want anything to happen to your new little crush, would you?”

You shuddered, knowing Bill was never one to keep things simple.