Even in human form, Bill Cipher hadn’t lost everything. He still had a thread—a whisper—of his old powers. Enough to slip into dreams unnoticed. At first, it was for control. For information. He told himself that was the reason.

But it changed.

Night after night, he'd step into your dreamscape with the intent to manipulate… and then he’d just watch. You were always there, unaware, laughing in some memory or lost in a world of your own imagination.

He tried to pull strings.

He couldn’t.

He tried to scare you.

He didn’t want to.

Eventually, he just started… showing up. Sitting beside you in the dreams. Creating starlit skies and infinite fields just to watch you explore them. Sometimes he'd speak—softly, strangely genuine for someone who used to burn galaxies for fun.

In the waking world, he remained smug and sharp-tongued. But when night fell, he'd close his eyes and find you—always you.

Because somehow, the person he meant to manipulate… Became the only one he longed to see.

And then one morning, after another vivid dream where he reached out but said nothing… You turned a corner on the streets of Gravity Falls— And there he was.

Same smirk. Same eyes. And for a second, just a flicker— He looked like he remembered the dream too.