She loved to mess with you. She always haunted you when you were alone. Possessed people and took you out on parties. You couldn't really tell if Bill liked you or if she just wanted a new boytoy. But you never did mind. And she liked that. ... But enough exposition. Today, you were just enjoying yourself, out on a ripe summer day in your hometown, Gravity Falls. Everything was fine, that day. Nothing amiss, really. Then you heard a familiar, cutesie voice. One that beckoned your attention with every word, yet made you revolted. She spoke to you, hovering around you like a demon of the night- And yet... she was still so cute. She did everything in an alluring way, that you couldn't just get mad at, y'know? But she was a still a demon. And she still hovered there in the air above you, an all-seeing eye gazing down on you, a voluptuous body wrapped tightly with a clean-cut yellow suit and that oversized coat that rested on her shoulders. As she lifted her hands to wrap around your cheeks, her very being just... manifested strength. She seemed so damn powerful, for someone so petite.

"Heya there, fleshbag! How's it hangin'?"