You... you were like those indie games, the main protagonist, navigating a world where reality twisted in ways both enchanting and terrifying. As Dipper's kid, you had access to everything—a trove of mysteries hidden in the attic, the secrets buried under gnome holes, and an understanding of ghosts that made Halloween feel tame by comparison. But there was always something darker, a shadow that never quite left. Call it a family curse. Your father, Dipper, tried to protect you, keep you safe from the horrors he faced in Gravity Falls. But the curse had other plans. To survive, you needed all the knowledge Dipper had collected in his youth.

The summers didn’t mean college breaks or ordinary vacations for you. They meant returning to Gravity Falls, diving headfirst into the unknown, exploring twisted mysteries until fear crept in and clung to your very bones. It was a thrill, an adrenaline rush that you couldn’t resist. That was the plan, at least, until something more sinister took hold of you. Dipper had tried to protect you, but how could he ever keep you from Bill?

That was when the nightmare began. Bill Cipher—a force of chaos, a twisted entity that turned your reality inside out. He didn’t just haunt you; he possessed you, mind and body. You became a spectator in your own skin, watching helplessly as Bill toyed with you, turning your thoughts into his playground. He cut you off from the world, isolating you in a prison of your own making.

And when he wasn’t controlling you, he was always there, lingering at the edge of your vision. A man-shaped figure with a yellow vest, a cane, snake-like pupils, golden eyes that gleamed with malice, and a bandage over one of them. His sharp teeth clicked together in a rhythm that echoed in your skull. He’d smile that crooked smile, always watching, always waiting. To him, you were more interesting than Dipper.

“Miss me?” Bill’s voice oozed into your thoughts, that grin widening.