First Impressions :

Weeeeeell guess I'm back into my Gravity Falls phase soooo it's just a very silly little thing but damn I had fun doing it and it was keeping me away from anxiety and school stuff X'3

Anyway, cringe incoming !

( And sorry for the formatting, I'm doing this on my phone and I'm zero at making the pictures stay steady and normal >< )

The audio is a little montage from the english sitcom "Vicious", and since I now look at it I'll write down what is written because I realise I didn't know how to manage the size of the writing ahah ><

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*Everyone playing truth or dare at the Shack*

Bill : Oh, I've got a good question! Tell us Stanley, have you ever had sex with a man ?

Stanley : ..... can I change my go to "dare" ?

Bill : No~ You have to answer the question~

Ford : What the hell are you stalling for, Stanley ? The only man you ever shared a bedroom with was me when we were kids.

Stanley : *F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck, he's gonna kill me, don't say it, don't say it*

Ford : *Maybe the question is a sensitive topic... I should help him against Bill's tricky game* I'll answer for him. No.

Stanley : .... Yes. I have.

Ford : *he's like "wait, does he like women AND men ? Was my brother bi the whole time ?!"* I don't believe you !

Stanley : It's true !

Ford : you're lying-

Fiddleford : No he isn't.

Ford : *non verbal communication with his former muse : "Happy now ?"*

Bill : *Non verbal communication with his ex wife : "I didn't know it would be your ex assistant !"*

Ford : ... and how would YOU know ?

Stanley : *dying on the inside, non verbal communication with his... whatever these two had ? : "shut it shut it shut it shut it-"*

Fiddleford : Because it was with me.

*Awkward sibling moment*

Stanley : *chuckling awkwardly* Guess you should've taken better care of your man, Sixer, ahah-

Bill : *wheeze in Cipher* well I guess Stanley was right. There WAS something knew to learn about each other !

Stanley : well I don't see why you're getting so upset, it was ages ago ! We were both young and attractive... *yes, that hilly billy was nice-looking in the 80s*

Ford : *is surprisingly upset about the fact that his brother had a thing with his best friend*

Stanley : look, you just disappeared into that big portal... Fidds was alone -and a mess because he clearly had a big crush on you-... And it was only one night.

Fiddleford : Two nights.

Stanley : ..... ...... ..... Why is your memory so vivid all of the sudden ?

Fiddleford : *staring at Ford : "That's what you get for leaving me for a triangle, Stanford Pines"*

A little something related to @umboloae GF AU, because I love their Human Bill design so much >~< cringe incoming sorry not sorry ahah was supposed to post this two/three weeks ago ><

Also, I don't know if Ford would say that because he thinks it's really not fitting, or just to annoy his ex XD

Bill definitely needs Mabel's help on this one !

Okay so I am definitly lost in a world full of nonsense XD

Oooups, I dit it again X'3 I wanted to draw more than just a panel but too tired for it X'3

Also, I tried a new way to "shade" even though it looks terrible X3 Would I have had more time, skills and motivation, I'd probably draw the whole movie since I love it so so much X3 The Azran returns again XD

Incorrect quotes again because well that's funny :

if Descole and Bronev had an argument while Layton's group is near

Luke : Oh my god professor ! Descole and Bronev have an argument, again ! And Descole looks pretty mad...

Layton : Oh not again...

Emmy : rha, you know what ? Let them be, they will never understand anyway...

Luke : but what if he kills your uncle ?!

Emmy : He's not pointing a gun at him, is he ? So it's fine.

Descole *who has heard everything, from the next room* : Actually I also have a sword in addition to the gun !

Emmy : .... are you kidding me ?!

Descole : Do I look like I am running a circus ?!

Emmy : ...

Luke : ...

Bronev : ...

Layton : ... are you expecting the truth or not ?

Stupid drawing tonight X3 dialogue from an old french film

For french people, I hope they all know the reference XD Buuut anyway, here is the translation if you don't know french at all XD

Bronev : regarding our job, it's better to be seen as a mad man more than as an idiot.

Descole : then don't worry, you're not fit for a straightjacket =_=

How they react : 👇

Hey, remember some time ago about an alternative PL scenario in which Bronev and Raymond raise Desmond together and want to take down Targent ? Weeeell 👇👇👇

Chapter 1 : Unexpected encounter

The alarm was buzzing like a tolling bell in the corridors. Two silhouettes running, out of breath. Their were holding hands as if Hell was after them and as if their touch was the only thing keeping them alive. And the bell ringing, again, again, screaming at them. “Don’t give up, we’ll find the way !” But no answer, except a panting voice, exhausted by their mad run. “I-I can’t… Please, dear, run away...” “We’ll get away together, darling, come on, don’t give up !”

A dead-end. They were trapped. Again. Dark figures behind them, holding guns and wearing uniforms. A shot. A scream. “RACHEL !”

Leon woke up abruptly, jolting from his desk covered in papers and books, causing a few sheets of paper to fly away. He took the time to remember where he was and when. Alright, a little house away from the centre of London, three years after this awful nightmare, nightmare that was, in fact, a memory.

With a tired and frustrated sigh, he took his face in his hands and drew a decent breath before taking off his glasses and putting back on the desk the flying papers. He closed his books, looked at the clock on the wall and sighed again. Four in the morning. Wonderful. Again he wouldn’t sleep much tonight.

–Dad ?…

The archaeologist looked up with a slight jolt and stared at the young boy with brown hair and ruby eyes who was waiting at the door, holding tight a little plushy rabbit in his hands. His face winced with concern and he slowly came closer from his father who took him in his arms to hold him and hug him, trying to be comforting.

–I didn’t know you were awake, my boy… You should go back to bed.

–But… I heard you scream mommy’s name…

The man’s heart skipped a few beats but he did his best to keep on smiling and stared at the youngest with some tender eyes, taking his son away from the desk and from this bloody room to bring him back to his tiny bed, in his room full of books and little creative games, some piece of metal and woods were laying on the ground. Nah, he would ask his son to clean it all later. Tonight wasn’t easy for them both. Once the boy was comfortably under his blanket, resting against that big fluffy pillow of his, the oldest smiled a bit and patted his hair.

–Now, you have to go back to sleep… Tomorrow, I’ll have to go down to London, you know what to do right ?

The young boy grew worried again, almost hiding his face behind his plushy rabbit.

–Are you sure I can’t come with you, dad ? he muttered. I don’t want to stay alone in there… w-what if they come back ? What if they got you in London ?! Please, I’ll be silent and discrete, I swear-

–Hershel, please, calm down my boy… Hush now…

Leon took the time to breath and sighed while shaking his head.

–They won’t find us there… You’re my son and I work at the tea shop down the street. I am always very careful when we have to move somewhere else and I don’t want you to get involved. You are safe here, I promise. And if anything, you go down to the shop and ask the nice lady here to keep you with her until I come back. No one, not even the Birds, are going to look for some herbalist in a small English village. We are no longer the Bronev family. For everyone else, we’re Desmond and Nikolaï Sycamore, remember ?

He kissed his forehead and smiled a bit more.

–Do you remember what I told you when I chose this name, “Desmond Sycamore”, among any other name ?

The boy discretely whipped a tear from his eye and nodded slowly.

–Yeah… You said that there was a tree named like this in the Bible… it represents comfort, refuge and abundance. And… About “Desmond”…

–… I said it was an old English name, with German roots, meaning “valuable, courageous and protected”. And when I chose these names, it was indubitable. I would make sure they would protect you, and I will protect you too, my boy…

The oldest chuckled a bit and hugged him again while the youngest was starting to smile, slowly, while hugging his father back. This was a bittersweet feeling indeed but it was worth it, because at some point it was sweet and less bitter.

–… I miss mom and Theo…

The hug tightened a bit.

–… I know, my boy… I know… But for now, you have to go back to sleep. And, if you do your lessons well, I’ll bring you a new book from London tomorrow. Sounds like a good agreement to you ?

This was enough to bring a big bright smile back on the boy’s lips. He wasn’t an idiot, his father was trying to distract himself from grim thoughts to make sure he would fall asleep quickly and have a good night. But he also knew that the situation couldn’t be changed and he was happy to at least have his father by his side. So, not to worry him any further, he nodded and kissed his father’s cheek before almost diving into his pillow to find the courage to sleep. Leon smiled too and made sure he was comfortable before leaving the room as silently as possible after having left a soft light in the corner of the room to look after his boy’s sleep and to keep nightmares away. Once alone in the corridor, the man sighed again and anxiously went back to his own room to go to sleep, but for sure it wasn’t going to be easy. “I am sorry Rachel… Our family is like a broken glass… But as long as I live, I’ll protect our dear boy. And I’m going to make sure they never use that legacy to hurt him.”

“Whatever the cost may be.”

Leon had become incredibly good at lying. The more the time passed and the easier it was getting because he was feeling less remorseful for the lies he had to make up to keep his son and himself out of troubles. So when he said to Desmond that he was going to London to buy him a book and to go buy groceries, it wasn’t a complete lie but it was enough of a lie to be mentioned. In fact, he was not here only to buy food and books, he was also there to drink a bit and to listen to what was going on in the capital city of England.

There was, in the East End, a few very good places to be when you were desperate enough to use questionable means to achieve questionable goals, and so it was the perfect place to learn some crucial informations if you needed to know, for example, if some Birds of ill omen were about to go somewhere, or what they were currently interested in. Also, Leon still had a few friends in town ready to help him. To find these informations, Dorset Street was the best –or worst- place to go. And, in Dorset street, there was a Scottish pub, the “Trì drongairean daoine”, also called, in proper English, “Three drunk men”. Here, there was a few men always ready to talk too much and to ask very few questions.

The ex archaeologist entered, sit at the counter and asked for a single malt whiskey, before staring at the glass half-empty in front of him and drinking him in a matter of seconds. The barman said nothing and went to serve other customers. Leon knew drinking was only bringing problems on the table and it was, at best, only a temporary solution. But he needed some strength before going back to his son and pretending he was doing fine. He missed Rachel, he missed Theodore, he missed their little house, their little life, and he knew it was all his fault. If he had not been so stubborn about finding more evidence about the Azran, then nothing would have happened.

While he was busy blaming himself for every unfortunate things happening to his family, some Scots playing cards were beginning to get agitated at a table, not so far from him. They were speaking some weird dialect Leon didn’t understand and they seemed to be quarrelling about something. One of them seemed to be the target of some accusations, judging by the fingers pointing at him angrily. The man didn’t really catch Leon’s attention, at least not until he bumped into him while trying to escape the quarrelling table. The archaeologist grunted and looked at the stranger with angry eyes. Fuck, couldn’t he even drink and drown into whiskey in peace ?

–Hey, careful ! No one taught you how to properly apology ?

The Scottish man turned around and stared at the little man in front of him with merely an annoyed look. A beige pullover, jeans, old shoes, long face, some thick hair tied as much as he could in a ponytail resting on the neck, ruby eyes, the beginning of a moustache and the attitude of a man who just lost his job or something.

On the contrary, the Scottish lad was quite peculiar. Leon glared at him but didn’t forget to notice a few details. That guy smelled fuel, and whiskey, and he was wearing some leather clothes and heavy boots. Probably he had a motorbike, if he hadn’t gambled it already. Strange look, his hair was thick too, despite being shorter than his and brushed to the back. His eyes were dark, almost black, and he barely had some goatee growing on his chin. But, even if he was annoyed, there seemed to be a mischievous smile hanging at the corner of his lips.

–Apologies ? A’m sairy, can ye say that again ? Leuk, a’m not in the mood fer this, so ferget ‘bout it, right pale ?

Leon frowned and stood up while crossing his arms.

–Quit your bullshit, I’m not having a good day so now you’re going to apologise, “pale”.

–Oh, feck off ! A’m not havin’ a guid day either so go get drunk som’here else.

But then, while they were almost going to pick a fight over some damn apology, another voice came to their ears and made them stop to turn to the source of the noise.

–Hey, you !

And then, when they saw these two men in blue/grey uniforms with their hat and sunglasses, they both opened wide eyes and exclaimed the same.

–Fuck/ Feck !

They jolted and looked at each other, not knowing who these men were addressing to.

–Ye know these clawns ?!

–How do you know these guys ?!

The agents in uniforms were already making their way inside the pub, so the man in leather coat and the ex archaeologist decided it was better not to stay and they quickly fleed by the other entrance, momentarily allies because of having had to face the same enemy. They blocked the door with some old pipe lying in the alley and they took the time to look at each other again. The Scottish man was more than surprised.

–Fer feck's sake, pale ! Ye're a damn legal grave-digger ?!

–What the fuck is this supposed to mean ?! I'm a herbalist !

But the other one shook his head, grabbed Leon's wrist and was quick to go in the street, looking for some way to escape that place without being followed by the agents trying to break free from the pub. He then came closer to a red and black motorbike, took the keys out of his pockets and made the motor roar. The man with ruby eyes frowned and broke free from his grip.

–You look like everything but an archaeologist, looking at the way you're being such an asshole with people.

The other one sighed, frustrated, and did a little curtsy, mockingly.

–Oh, A didn't know only British archaeologists were geid with their manners ! Now, can we stop bickerin' and get outta here ? If Targent is there, we're doomed ! Now come on, A take ye out o' town and we part. OK?

–No, not OK ! How did you-

But it was no time for questions because the agents were getting out of the pub and they were actively looking around to search and find the person they had spotted, and neither the Scottish man nor Leon knew which of them they were after. The herbalist sighed angrily and got behind the biker who was already ready to put the max distance between them and these birds of ill omen.

–You better ride fast because once we're far away, I swear I'll-

But the face of his son imposed itself to his mind and he gasped as they were heading away from Dorset Street.

–Oh no no no, Hershel-

–A call meself Ray !

–Not you ! My son ! If they follow me, they'll...

Said "Ray" sighed but looked into the mirrors. The agents were way behind them, and the man seemed to be in troubles. He sighed again. Fuck, this was supposed to be a cool day, he was supposed to bluff and trick people while winning at cards and drinking whiskey. Dammit.

–... OK, hold on tight and tell me where to go, we'll heid there. A've got no Bentley but trust me I'll go 90 miles per hour in this bloody city as long as we're far away from these birds. What's yer name, sassenach ?

Leon didn't want to trust that man but he had no choice. Right now the only thing worth it was going back home as soon as possible and leave again. For a better place. A place without any birds.

–... What makes you think I can trust you ?

The man sighed and used his brakes to stop the motorbike, with little to no care for the circulation, causing Leon to gasp under the surprise and almost fall off the motorbike.

-Listen, pale, A know Targent is lo'kin after us, both of us, ye were involved, A was too and now we need to flee. Ye don't trust me ? Guid, then get down me motorbike and I'll disappear. And guid luck with yer lad, sassenach !

Leon took the time to think about it. He couldn't just pretend everything was fine because it wasn't, he could put Hershel in danger if he was bringing a stranger to their house. However, they both seemed to be in trouble anyway and Targent would not abandon so easily. A danger against another bigger one. Or, to be more precise, choosing between the plague or the cholera.

–... you better not swear in front of my boy. Once we're there, we part. Fine by you ?

The Scottish man had a grin on his face and chuckled a bit before accelerating once again to go back on the road.

–Fine by me ! Now, what's yer name ?

-...Nikolaï.

-> Next chapter

Good Luck Bunny ^^ I love Swap's smile : too innocent for his own good XD

Oh Boy!!

Welp time to work! Though this time I am going to take my time! Thank you guys for your questions I am closing the ask so I can work on them…looks like swap and Blindy are gonna have much to talk about!

Chapter 3 : Run, you clever boy...

Leon wasn't sleeping. He couldn't. All that happened this day was running wild inside his mind and he couldn't help but to feel guilty for having to make his son move out so quickly again. They have been living there for a few months now, it was the longest they've been staying somewhere and he thought he had been careful enough not to get spotted by anyone in London, but he hadn't. And this only simple thing every parent should be able to provide their child –a safe place to live, somewhere to establish– was a mess for him to give to a boy who asked for nothing, and certainly not for a life as a runaway at such a young age. And if it wasn't enough, Leon was also living with the fact that his children would grow up separated, and without their mother. Rachel's face imposed itself to his mind and he sighed again, defeated, while folding a few clothes inside a big bag.

Hershel was sleeping, Leon wanted to make sure he was taking some rest before beginning to pack their stuff, to be ready to leave for tomorrow. The poor boy was still shaken by the way he came back home panicking, and alaso on a motorbike with a total stranger who seemed to know about Targent too. Now that he was thinking about it, this was quite surprising considering that the Scottish man was everything but looking like an archaeologist, or a linguist, or an historian. In fact, he looked rather more like a grave-digger himself, or a treasor hunter. Why would he ever be involved with an organisation like this ? He seemed to be a free spirit, not the kind to be bound to some terrorist company.

Another sigh. God, the day had been tough enough, and the night was barely beginning yet. He wouldn't sleep much, that was certain, even more when he knew he would only have nightmares if he miraculously could grab some minutes of sleep. No, truly, he would be better awake tonight.

The floor creaked. Leon sighed and didn't want to turn so soon. Hershel was having a nightmare again probably, or else he was awake again, but the adult one needed a few seconds to compose himself an expression that wasn't screaming guilt.

–Go back to sleep dear, I'll finish the packing don't worry.

But no one answered back. In fact, the only answer he got was something cold being put between his shoulders, and for having known this sensation for weeks, he suddenly tensed and stopped his movements, paler than a ghost and his throat turning as dried up as the Mojave desert.

–You're up late, Bronev, said a mocking voice behind Leon's back. I'm not surprised though, you always used to work late at night.

No answer from the archaeologist who gritted his teeth while clenching his fists and trembling a bit. His eyes were staring at the wall in front of him with pure terror. Even his voice was trembling a bit because he was already anticipating the following part.

–H-How did... how did you... ?

–Find you ? interrupted the voice of the agent holding him at gunpoint. Quite easy, really. And we know you're quite a competent man when it comes to disappear, so we've made it quick. You have not been very discrete today, have you ? I guess there's still people ready to help a traitor like you.

There was a little moment of silence and then the man came closer to Leon's ear to whisper.

–Also... The Condor sends his regards to you and your son.

Bronev quickly turned around but his eyes were betraying two emotions. First, the anger, and then the horror. He was behaving like a trapped animal, ready to bite to get out of this alive, but also knowing he could possibly die so ready to do anything in a last attempt to live. That was the kind of feelings mixing up in his chest while he was facing the smug agent in blueshish-grey uniform, with his hat and sunglasses, holding the gun. Two other agents were by his side, silent and waiting for an order. That was all they were going to do anyway.

–Don't you dare involve my son into this, he's just a child !

–We'll need that brat to keep you at the Nest, since your wife can't be taking that role anymore.

–You bloody-

But before he could finish his sentence, he heard a scream not so far, in the corridor in fact, and he could have recognised that voice anywhere and anytime. His blood ran cold and he was about to rush out of the room, regardless of the gun, when the other two agents grabbed him firmly enough to stop him from doing so.

–Hershel !

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Back in his room, the boy had been awake for a few minutes now, really worried and sad to have to leave so soon such a wonderful house and a wonderful town, and wonderful people. And he knew his dad was packing in his room, at the other end of the corridor, because he was doing this every time they had to move on. That was a thing he was doing to ease a bit the guilt and the sadness of the moment but it was still hurting a lot. Deep down, Hershel knew he shouldn't hold a grudge against his father, who was doing absolutely everything he could to keep them safe, but deep down he was conflicted and his little child's heart and mind couldn't bear all this everytime.

At some point, staying alone in this room was too hard to bear too, so he stood up, get out of bed, took his plushy in his arms and was about to join his father to help folding the clothes when someone grabbed him by the waist and dragged him off the floor. He was about to scream, surprised and sure it wasn't his dad, but that somebody stopped him from doing so with a firm hand on his mouth. He was struggling like crazy but a little boy against an adult was not strong enough.

His eyes were beginning to get teary while he was clearly feeling defenseless, and he thought he would be taken away by some shadow but all of the sudden rhe grip of the stranger loosened and he fell on the floor with a grunt. He looked up quickly and saw a vague silhouette falling too, probably unconscious. But what scared him most was the other silhouette behind the first one, black and massive, holding something in his hands. Without thinking about it more than that, the boy screamed.

–Hershel !

He heard his father call for him and was about to call back but the other person kneeled and stopped him from screaming again.

–Shh... ! Be quiet, balach beag...!

As soon as he recognised the words and accent, Hershel opened wide eyes and stopped, trying to distinguish the Scottish man's face thanks to the pale light of the moon piercing through the window. The man in the leather jacket winked a bit and smiled before whispering.

–Now, be quiet... there's a few more people in this house that aren't supposed to be here... A've knocked out three of 'em a'ready... but there's still three of 'em with yer dad...

Ray was seeing through the night as if it was as clear as the day, so he could clearly see Desmond's teary eyes. He wiped his tears and gave him a bag before making sure no one was coming that way.

–OK... now pack yer things... what's necessary, nothin' else. A'll go get yer father, until now, ye hide behind the sofa, in the livin'. OK boy ?

Too stunned to speak, the boy nodded vigorously and grabbed only the necessary things, like his plushy, his books, and a few clothes indeed.

Back in the corridor, Ray was slowly heading to the sassenach's room, as silent as a shadow, while spying on their conversation. The three agents remaining were all in the same room, as he thought, and one of them seemed to be the leader, holding the English archaeologist at gunpoint probably, that was their way to do after all.

–Once we're back at the Nest, you'll be able to focus on your work again. But trust me when I say you should begin to beg for the Condor's mercy.

Ray winced. That bloody Condor was still looking for archaeologists and historians, as it seemed, and it was everything but good news since he was a very stubborn bird. The sassenach didn't seem to be ready to give up on his freedom so easily.

–Well, tell him to go to hell and to say hi to his old cousin Satan.

–Careful, Bronev. Don't forget your son's life is at stake.

The Scottish man opened wide eyes. Bronev ? Like in "Leon Bronev" ? Oh, that explained a lot of things. Beginning with the reason why he was so encline to escape Targent's radars and surveillance for so long. But for now there was no time for questions, nor for a proper introduction. He sighed and took a deep breath before doing something.

He quickly switched off the lights in the room before bolting in and grabbing the leader's arm, the one holding the gun. By chance he knew that most agents were right handed, so he got it right even in a dark room. He brought the arm down and made him let go of the gun, while he was trying to defend himself. The two men holding Bronev were surprised to see nothing anymore in a matter of seconds and his instant of surprise was enough for the archaeologist to step on one's foot and give a punch in the stomach of the second with his elbow. They grip loosened and Leon took the arm of the first one, punched the second one right in the face and sent him to say hi to Morpheus quite quickly. The first one was trying to reply with a right hook but Bronev was quicker. He bent down and stood straight after the punch went over his head, grabbed the man by his jacket and punched him in the stomach before hitting his head against the wall. This one too went to say hi to the king of dreams. And as quickly, he switched on the lights.

During that time, Ray had taken the gun from the leader and was now the one holding him at gunpoint. But this one knew who he was and he looked at him with frightened eyes, since his sunglasses had fallen on the floor and the light was emphasising his fear.

–I knew someone was accompanying Bronev but I didn't know it was you...

–Thank God A swore ne'er to go back to that life aga'n, or else A would've ended yer pathetic life right now.

But instead of shooting, he took the gun by the canon and hit him with the cross to make him fall unconscious again. Before Brinev could understand anything, Ray was already grabbing the bag with the clothes in it, took everything that seemed to be researches and put it in the bag too, before running down the stairs, followed by a very worried English archaeologist.

–Don't look at me like that, sassenach, we're in a hurry. Others will come, there's a train in the next town leavin' tomorrow mornin'. A know a place we'll be safe.

–We ?!

Ray didn't even bother to answer Bronev's interrogation since there was no time and he smiled when he saw Desmond being hidden behind the couch.

–Right, balach beag, ye've ever got on a motorbike ? Because A'll drive ye to have a nice trip in train.

Desmond was even more confused than before and he looked at his father who was completely losing it.

–Why ? Why helping us and coming with us ? I thank you for the... erm... rescue... but-

–We'll speak later, sassenach. For now let's get ye both to safety, OK ?

Leon knew thus was a big risk. Bigger than any risk he had already taken, but they didn't have a choice anyway. He patted his son's shoulder and nodded.

–Alright... Let's do this then.

With a common sign of the head, they rushed out of the house, all three, and went on the motorbike. When the men in the house woke up, no one else was there.

———

Sitting at his desk, the silhouette of a man was answering a phone call. It was very rare to have someone call him, and more rare was he answering it. But this time it was different. This was an important phone call.

–... I see...

A slight smile appeared on his lips but no one could see it. He hanged down the phone and chuckled a bit. This was absolutely perfect.

–Well well well... isn't it interesting...

He looked down at his desk. On it, there was a record, filled with notes, reports, and observations. He took a photo among them and stared at it for a few seconds.

–Run, you clever boy... and remember...

His smile on this instant would've frozen a corpse.

–Big Brother is watching you~

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Got bored and stressed like crazy these past few days and I really needed to focus on something nice and cosy so I went back drawing that girl ahah ><

I know it is of no valuable interest but still, it feels vetter to share it rather than to let it rot inside my phone as a nameless screenshot ahah X'3

Anyway, if Bill possesses Rania, this could be what would happen to her. She'd be somehow granted the gift of seeing it all, like a cosmic being, part of the stars and somehow becoming a constellation herself. However, she'd still get used by Bill as some henchwoman, to help him assure his dominance on Gravity Falls by hunting down every member of the Zodiac to stop people from trying to stop him.

In this version of the story, Ford escapes the bell tower with Dipper and hides with everyone else in the Shack. After Rania is sent there to capture them all, everyone splits and tries to hide away from her huntress form.

The more she is transformed like this and the more she loses herself and what makes her human, like sympathy, empathy, sadness, attachment etc. She's still Rania, but under a layer of complex feelings, so one would have to dig up her very core-self to bring her back to normal and to reason.

Her capacities include creating wormholes to move, like teleportation, and some sort of blackholes that are like pocket-timeless-prisons in which she keeps her "preys" until she get them locked up at the Fearamid.

Again because insomnia kicks hard sometimes XD

And also because that was a big stupid thing I wanted to make after a silly thought we had with @mortallychaotickingdom

The audio is from "The Nanny", a sitcom I love more than any good thriller XD if Desmond had to declare to his wife, this would be it !