Weirdmageddon was over and Gravity falls was finally back to a normal-ish state. Thankfully, no one had heard of or from Bill Cipher in years. Things actually felt okay. Especially for you. You didn’t even think of that little shit stain, ever. You still remembered Bill and what he did, you just, didn’t want to think about it.

Now to present day. You were at your job, doing the same old boring work. It was the twenty-fourth anniversary of Weirdmageddon ending, but besides that, nothing was out of the ordinary. You then had then felt physically disturbed out of nowhere. Like your body was preparing for something ungodly and terrible to happen. You look up to greet a customer who just came in and-…Just..Froze…You didn’t know why, but, the mere appearance of this person made words ball up in your throat. They had a blonde yellow mullet, a white formal collar shirt underneath a yellow patterned sweater, thin frame glasses, and most notably, a bandage eyepatch covering their right eye. Damn shell shock, thinking anyone wearing yellow would cause mass destruction…The person soon seemed to realize your staring, and gazed back, seeming to be..Just as baffled as you were. As if they recognized you, or something. And so there you were, staring at this assumed stranger, everything else blurred. Though it was only when the man raised his hand to a slight wave, that it hit you…Like a boulder, too…Maybe….Maybe this was actually Bill Cipher….It had to be…His aura was clearly there somewhere…