Chapter Text
It was a dark night, in a small apartment flat, there was a room.
In this room were two cribs, one was empty while the other had two babies inside. Twins. The children inside the crib would cry if they were separated. After a long tiring trip to the hospital, the father of the babies did not want to deal with even more crying. So he and the mother decided it would be good just to let the children sleep together and sell the other crib tomorrow. The boys inside the crib were sleeping soundly and undisturbed.
It would have remained that way for this night and many others had there not been certain events that happen especially that night.
The window opened with a strong wind and a light shined in the room. Bright as it was, the children were fast asleep, not caring for what had happened so long as they held hands. The light began to form into a man.
“Well well well…” said a voice that could send anyone a chill down their spine but the babies stubbornly kept on sleeping. A dark-skinned, skinny, blond man with a fancy suit, bow tie, top hat and eyepatch on his right eye appear out of where. He had on a deadly smirk. He floated to the children who were still fast asleep.
“Hmm, looks like finally the two main and first pieces of the prophecy are FINALLY born. About time too! I was starting to get a little bored." he said. “Fez and The Six-Fingered Hand. Luckily I borrowed this flesh suit just in time to come here."
"AWWWWW! Look at them! Aren’t they just sooo lumpy and meaty!" He said as he laughed. He turned to the babe with five fingers and sighed.
“ Ya know Fez, I would just suffocate you right now and save you the trouble later. But the would mean that you wouldn’t be able to break a science fair project. The triangle put his cold hands on the child. The child kept on sleeping, but this time it looked like the child had a small smile on his face. That somewhat surprised him. He let out a little teasing smirk.
“Oh? You like that don’tcha, little one?” the triangle said looking amused. He rubbed the child’s head with his cold hands.
“Hmm…. Your head is so soft and small…. Why is that?” the man asked the sleeping five-fingered child. The child was still asleep and snuggling towards his brother. The man stared at the child and pondered for a minute. And two minutes, and three minutes, and four minutes, and finally five minutes before coming to conclusion. The man's eyes had brightened up with joy and interest.
“You know what Fez? I like you! And why would I let something I like going through a lifetime of heartbreak and disappointment? You’re coming with me!” He said in a joyful voice. The child said nothing as he was still asleep. Then the man had taken the child into his arms. The child was no longer asleep neither was the six-fingered child in the crib. They were both crying.
The man didn't panic though, he knew that the parents of the crying would be too tired to come immediately to their children's aid. The man looked at the small child in his cold arms. The child soon fell asleep once more. The brother of the one in the triangle’s arms wouldn’t stop crying, hmm, no matter. Kid's gotta get tired of all that screaming. The triangle headed out the window with the small child in a fluffy yellow blanket.
“Name's Bill Cipher kid. I guess I’m what you humans called your father now!” The man said in a joyful tone and soon like he came he and his new son vanished.
Soon as the man and the child left, the real father decided to finally see what was the crying about. Expecting to see two crying babies the man opened the door, only to see a crying six-fingered baby boy and an opened window. The father panicked and went to look out the window, hoping to catch a glance of anybody running with a bundle that could be his child.
However, all the father saw was a peaceful street with the street lights on. He quickly closed the window and took his only remaining child from the crib. He rushed to his wife and told her what happened. His wife sobbed and held on their child as he called the police. His wife was left to comfort the only child that was left behind. The six-fingered child, tired from crying, slept in his mother’s warm arms.
………….
Bill transported himself to a nearby place, far from the Pines but still in the small beach town. He looked at the small sleeping child in his arms. He smiled when he saw the small child cuddle towards him. He felt a small pang of affection in his chest. He grinned widely as he held his child closer to him. His.. That word felt so right. Stanley was his and only his. He was going to take care of better than Filbrick ever would!
He looked at the child sleeping soundly in his arms, with a small smile on his face, innocent and small. Bill knew what type of person this small innocent child would turn out. A cheating con, one who can even cheat a devil out of a deal. That’s maybe the reason why he took the little one. Maybe it was because he saw a bit himself in Stanley.
Afterall, by himself, he makes a great con man, but under his instruction, he’ll make the perfect tool for interacting within his home dimension. He knows that sooner or later Fez would have to meet Sixer and mess up an important science fair project, in order to get Sixer to work really hard and pursue the mysteries of Gravity Falls. He could always send Fez to trick Sixer into a deal that involved that project to stop working, he can deal with it later.
He knew if raised correctly, his child would smile with a look of both awe and twisted delight as this world, that he was born to, burn.
There were a few problems with this plan, his 'body' wasn't gonna last forever. The man he was possessing wasn't a symbol, he was going to break from all the infinite power Bill had and the only symbols currently around were baby Sixer and his little Fez. So he has no choice but to raise Fez in his hellish Nightmare Realm.
Fez had no way of entering with his physical body... Which led to another problem...
Fez had to die sooner or later. He understands the concept of death, he knew the life expectancy of humans is around 100. After 80 years they are considered weak and useless. Looking at the child waking, he realizes that he doesn’t want to see the small child in his arms shiver up and die. He wants the boy to grow up to be a young man and stay a young man forever. He thought about it when he realized two small arms on his face. He turned to his new ‘son’ and saw a curious face. Then the child giggled.
Bill, at that instance, knew what had to be done. He snapped his fingers and a flashing blue wheel appears on the ground nearby. He knew once he did this, there was no turning back….
He wouldn’t want it any other way. He wrapped the child’s blanket around the child’s head. The child screamed and screamed, before he ran out of oxygen, and died in his arms. Bill hated that, he hated the dead look on his son, but he knew that this was necessary for the next step. He carefully placed his child in the middle of the circle and started saying words that would mean nonsense to a human, but perfect sense, to anything, well… an eldritch abomination like himself. The circle started to glow more and the symbols around the circle began spinning rapidly. After he finished the circle stopped spinning and it’s glow faded.
Bill bend down to his child, unsure if it worked or not. He’s never had the need to do this. He’s never needed a human. Then he heard soft crying coming from the small bundle. Excited he picked up the child to see that nothing’s changed except the right eye and his arms. The right eye was much like his own. A bright yellow eye with cat-like slit as a pupil. His arms were black midway with three brick wall like tattoos on the ending. He looked at Bill and smiled as he tried to reach for the man, forgetting that it was Bill who just killed him. Bill smiled brightly and spun his child around, earning him loud giggles from the small creature in his arms. His little Fez was truly his son now. The evidence was now on his arms and right eye.
Bill left the body he was using while holding his son. Something he can do now that Fez was was now one of them. He left the dead body on the ground and left towards the mindscape. There he would go on to the Nightmare Realm. His home... well, their home.
………
After 5 months of searching, the police still couldn’t find the missing child. The father, Filbrick Pines was angry at the police incompetence, he kept a more watchful eye on his remaining son, afraid that if he looked away, the child would be snatched away like his brother. Once and awhile he would hear gossip that the only reason that the older brother wasn’t stolen due to his extra fingers and toes. The women who gossiped were chewed by an angry father and the men who said this would be punched and maybe one or two would be missing one tooth at least.
The mother, Maude Pines was too sad to care about such nonsense as gossip. She always insisted that their remaining child slept in their room. Her husband agreed and place the crib in their room. She would always look after him, including quitting her job, in an old thrift shop and setting up a ‘fortune telling’ hotline that allowed her to get money and also keep a close eye on her remaining son.
Filbrick set up a pawn shop below them, where he would do business in. Mostly because he was afraid his wife would go mad and run away with their son to look for the other one.
As months turned into years, both Maude and Filbrick promised to not tell their remaining son nothing about his twin brother, and let him believe that he was born an only child to spare him and themselves from the heartache.
They expected their remaining son, Stanford Pines, to never meet their forgotten child, Stanley Pines.
How wrong were they…...