𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈 °┊𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑺

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

There are a collection of legends, myths, stories and fables all over the world, some designed to give moral lessons, others with the simple purpose to do nothing more than tell a tale. Whether fiction or true, they all have one sole purpose; a similarity. They entertain.

If you make the biggest name for yourself you can, maybe your story will be told. Personally, I don't think that's quite fair! Half of the time, you need to die just to make a statement, and then what? You don't even get to see the aftermath.

There are stories that you may have heard, about a one-eyed demon, flying eyeballs, a giant baby; all things you would read about in fiction. Or, perhaps, 'non-fictional" books on the paranormal. Today they're nothing but campfire tales told by kids who had heard it from the witnesses of the apocalypse. But let me tell you, it's all true. And while the people of Gravity Falls don't talk about it, there are few that work to make sure nothing of the sort happens again. Or so the rumours say.

Rumours. Hah. Yeah, sure.

"WHAT?!"

"Hehe, do a pretty good impression of my brother, don't I? Switch clothes and nobody can tell us apart! Welcome to my mind, surprised you didn't recognise it."

"What?! The deal's off!"

Bill turned for the door, his eye widening as it engulfed in blue flames that looked so strikingly similar to his own. "What the- no, no, no, no!" this wasn't happening, he couldn't let this happen, he WOULDN'T LET THIS HAPPEN. He turned back to Stan as he continued to speak.

"Oh yeah, you're going down, Bill. You're gettin' erased," the much, much younger man (compared to that demon anyway) leaned back in the armchair within his mind, making a quick finger gun at the ceiling and then tapped his head. "Memory gun. Pretty clever, eh?"

For the first time ever, Bill felt something that almost made him feel sick. It was a twinge of fear, eating at him as the fire spread across the room. It licked at the walls, drooled over the floor and nipped at his feet, roaring angrily at its prey. "You idiot! Don't you realise you're destroying your own mind too?!"

Stan shrugged. "Eh, it's not like I was using this place for much anyway."

"Let me out of here! Let me OUT!" Bill demanded, turning away yet again with an outstretched hand for the burning door. He tried desperately to conjure his own fire, but only a wisp of flame answered him. His powers were fading. Bill grabbed his head(? Whatever) and fell to his knees, the fear became panic, until both of those disgusting feelings mixed into each other.

"Hey! Look at me! Turn around and look at me you one-eyed demon!"

Stan's shadow looming over him as the elderly man stood up made Bill's non-existent organs twist. He quickly looked back, his fearful expression meeting the human's own. Calm, yet somehow angry. It almost made him shiver.

"You're a real wise guy, but you made one fatal mistake. You messed with my family."

"You're making a mistake!" Bill began to plead. "I'll give you anything! Money, fame, riches, infinite power, your own galaxy, PLEASE!" his eye changed to each correlating offer until he couldn't offer anything more, his form beginning to change rapidly and unpredictably. Size, colour, material, at some point even started to melt before he glitched into another state. "WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!"

He was being erased, he knew that. Nothing more could be done... unless- no, he'd sworn that he'd never call upon the Axolotl for aid. But did he have any other option? He'd be dead in a few more moments.

He had no other choice.

"NRUTER YAM I TAHT REWOP TNEICNA EHT EKOVNI I! NRUB OT EMOC SAH EMIT YM! L-T-O-L-O-X-A!"