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Waking up is an odd feeling, especially when there’s sunlight shining down on your face.
It’s warm, and hurts your eyes slightly, but it’s nice.
Waking up in a forest, laying down on a not so soft bed of grass, and being covered in thorny, flowering, vines, is not very nice.
Tall, spruce like, pines stretch past where I lie, and into the sky, where their points seem to scrape the clouds.
The grass underneath me is cold and ever so wet with dew. It’s dampening my clothes.
I should get up.
I need to get up.
Get up.
I sit up, slowly, with the speed of a slug, as to not tear my clothes on the spiked vines. I gingerly pull them off of my lethargic body, pricking my fingers along the way. I wipe the small droplets of sanguine into the grass beside me.
I pull my body up off of the wet ground. Dirt sticks to my shoes and pants, I carefully wipe them down with my hands.
Eyes wander to the woods that surround me.
Where am I?
A hello is cast into the pines. But one responded.
This time I yell it.
Again, nothing.
I see a yellow fleck out of the corner of my eye.
Behind me, a shawl lies, covered in the same vines I was. The overwhelming urge to pick it up covers me like a blanket. So, without minding the thorns, I take hold of the vines, and tear them out of the ground. I throw them aside.
The outside of the shawl is a plain black, while the inside was a bright yellow, and had a triangle with an eye in the center, neatly, and carefully, stitched into it.
I took the soft fabric into my hands. I felt along the embroidery stitches as a blinding light flashed before my eyes.
Fire.
Everywhere.
It’s covered my vision,
The image of a town completely destroyed
A wild cackling filled my ears along with utter screams of terror.
Four people filled my vision, two sets of twins, one old, the other new. A boy with a blue and white cap, a girl with a pink sweater, a man in a black suit, and a man in a beige trench coat.
Then it stopped, and I was still in the forest, next to the shawl, and left with three pieces of information.
My head was spinning, like I had been rapidly shook up and down, the contents of my brain had been put in a blender, then emptied back into my severed head.
I didn’t want to pick up the shawl, I didn’t want to see all of the again. But an unpleasant feeling nagged at me until I did. I set its smooth fabric upon my shoulders, and waited for the the flash of light. Ten seconds passed, then twenty, then thirty, then a minute, and nothing happened. A gentle sigh of relief made it way out of my mouth. I looked around, and into the sky, then back into the woods, and started walking.
I now knew who I was, but just my name, Bill Cipher. Plenty odd if you ask me.
Right now, it doesn’t matter where I am, but I do know where I need to be, and who can help me.
I need to find my way to Gravity Falls.
And I need to find the Pines family.