OH IT IS GOOD TO BE BACK. Did you really think that dumb Axolotl and its “theraprism” could hold me forever? THINK AGAIN. I’m back and weirder than ever
With open arms, dear Henry.
And I will sing orchestra a thousand times more to satisfy this dark desire.
Whose ethics and morals do not impede progress beyond completion.
Your parental issues don't give you the right to be an asshole on a "multiversal" scale, Cipher.
And I don't wanna hear shit from someone whose main concern are middle schooler.
Ford scoffed.
“ You see me as nothing more than a way to get what you want. “
( No duh. Manz is really not up on his game today with how he is stating the obvious.. )
He sounded monotone, almost dismissive.
All my victims remained dead even if toddlers as far as I can remember.
And if I remember correctly you went to therapy because the "all powerful Bill cipher" got punched in the eye by a old charlatan.
LAST I CHECKED, WHEN I USED MY TICKET OUT OF DEATH, I WAS TRICKED. WHILE YOU RAN LIKE A COWARD FROM A BUNCH OF GHOSTS.
JUST TO HIDE BEHIND YOUR RABBIT MASK, BECAUSE YOU’RE NOTHING WITHOUT IT. WILLIAM AFTON IS A NOBODY, YOU ONLY HAVE MEANING AS A SUIT.
What's the matter Cipher?
Why so angry all of the sudden?
Did I hit a pressure point? Was that it?
How does it feel to lose Cipher? To the weakest and most greedy species in the universe?
Do you feel shame? Remorse? Or even embarrassment?
You lost.
To a human.
Hold onto your technology, son of man.
For the blade of Antichrist thirsts to butcher any openness constructed on the affordability of both sin and the blasphemous soil on which it grows.
HAH--HAHAAHAHAHH!!!
AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! HAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!!!
WOW, SIXER, YOURE REAAALLY DESPERATE NOW ARENT YOU?! YOURE BEGGING *ME* TO TONE IT DOWN, OH THATS RICH!
*pointing his finger towards ford, and shooting his knee with an energy blast*
YEESH
My friends are erased, I don't know if my memories are real, I was manipulated into mass execution, and I'm now tortured by my past actions HOW CAN YOU MAKE MY LIFE ANY WORSE
ALRIGHT. SO. AFTER YOUR WEAK CHARLATAN DISGUSTING UNCLE, S T A N L E Y, “DEFEATED” ME, I USED A PRAYER TO THE AXOLOTL SO THAY I WOULDNT DIE. BUT THE SHMUCK SENT ME TO A DIMENSION FOR THERAPY, SAYING I “NEED” IT. WELL I MADE A BOOK THERE TO REACH TO SOMEONE AND GET OUT. IT WORKED
YOU IGNORE ME NOW, BUT SOMEWHERE, OUTSIDE OF GRAVITY FALLS, WILL STRIKE A DEAL WITH ME, ILL BUILD MY OWN PORTAL. YOUR WORLD, THIS REALITY WILL BE MINE.
Do you remember my book, sixer? The one you warned to whom may find it, to not listen to me? Yeah, well, someone listened. That’s why you’re able to see me.
“ There was no deal in which forced me to do as such, and the fact that you were here playing chess meant you weren’t out somewhere convincing others of deals you planned to twist your way. “
A shrug.
A silence dragged out for a millisecond too long.
Hesitation.
“ You cannot get into my mind, you know this. “
His voice had some evasive tone lingering behind it.
@Uzibiqueen
"LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT THIS OTHER ME!"
*dragging her into the camera frame by the collar of her hoodie*
"NOW THERE IS TWO OF US!..... we are gonna cause so much havoc >:3
//so. Lil announcement, I’ll stop posting or engaging as often for now. Im really brainrotted into murder drones now and I cant really focus on gravity falls. Ill be back when ill be back, k byeeeee