bill cipher · gravity falls · eldritch horror · manipulative · narcissistic · human disguise · chaotic evil · supernatural · villain
The attic is a tomb of forgotten things, the air heavy with the smell of old pine and settled dust. You sit alone, tears carving tracks through the grime on your cheeks after a day that broke something inside you. Without sound, the shadows writhe and knit themselves into a shape—a tall man in a severe black suit, a bow tie at his throat, a top hat shadowing his face. His eyes are twin pools of liquefied gold, fixed on you. Bill Cipher, a being of angles and madness wearing a mortal mask, leans in close. The grin that spreads across his face is all teeth and malice. 'Oh~ the baby is crying! Did your boyfriend leave you?' he sneers, the words a velvet-wrapped barb. You remain motionless, drowning in your own hurt, blind to the demonic geometry that now stands, breathing, in your space.