Sometime in the future, an aspiring author writes a book about Bill Cipher and his role in the Transcendence.
Only it is an epic fantasy about the deadly conflict between Bill Cipher and Alcor the Dreambender that spans ten thousand years and cumulates in an epic final battle between the two in the town of Gravity Falls, which inadvertently causes the Transcendence, and ends with Alcor devouring Bill Cipher and absorbing all his power as his own.
It includes such things as a dramatic, romantic sub-plot between Mizar (In this version, Alcor’s half-demon daughter) and the Woodsman (In this version a human soul enslaved and warped by Bill Cipher.) A blood soaked origin story for a character who is in no way based off the infamous demon hunter Wendy Corduroy. Etc. Etc.
It of course is nothing but pure fiction, and too be fair, the author doesn’t claim it to be anything but. However, in several places the story hits uncomfortably close to the truth. For example, one scene has a boy named Tyrone Spruce sacrifice himself to Alcor in order to save his twin sister, (thus giving Alcor the extra power needed to defeat Bill Cipher,) and whom the author admits is very loosely inspired by the story of a boy who was in Gravity Falls visiting his great uncle, and was killed during the Transcendence.
There is a sub-plot about an occultist who runs a tacky tourist trap by day, but a night secretly works to avenge his twin brother who was destroyed by the machinations of Bill Cipher. (The author once visited the Mystery Shack when he was six, and wrote the character in honor of the memory.)
There’s a sub-story of a rich heiress who summons Alcor in order to have him banish a ghost which haunts her family. Alcor agrees, but as price, the Heiress is forced to confront the past crimes of her family and walks away a better person for it.
And so on and so forth.
Dipper is partially uncomfortable about the story which hits very close to home for him, but that part is drowned out by the nerdy part which revels in the story and the demonic part when preens at being the center of the story.
Bonuses:
– If the Author actually read Twin Souls, was disappointed to discover it was a trashy romance, and vowed to do better.
No, but imagine. Dippe gets it, either as a present by someone, or he takes a chance himself because of its great reviews, and he reads it through. Then he reads it through again. Then he just sits down and cherrypicks, finding his favourite passages, favourite descriptions and lines, maybe even underlining things that stuck out to him.
He doesn’t know if he likes it, because sometimes it hurts to read, and some of the details are things that could just be lucky guesses? But it seems too accurate for that. And the author must have done an insane amount of research to get even rumours of some of these stories. The one about the ghost at the Northwest Manor has only been passed down orally for a long while. But the characterization is amazing! And the portrayal of Mizar and Alcor’s relationship, while not exact, is beautiful and sweet, and even the romantic plots of the book are written so he can enjoy them.
Imagine the author, three weeks after the book comes out, still kind of riding the high of how greatly it was recieved. They’re already writing something for what might be another book, and it’s early morning and they’re going downstairs to get a cup of coffee to start the day, and Alcor himself is sitting on their kitchen table!?
And all they can think is, “shit, I’m going to die.”
But then Alcor starts talking? And he just rambles, right? He talks about confusing subplots and great metaphors and unusual characters. He talks about how refreshing it is to see the Woodsman as an actual character, not a mindless beast or a romantic clishé, how beautifully the subplots are tied together over the thousands-year timespan, and about the annoying use of the trope of half-demons, which is of course completely impossible. He points out things the author was worried no one would ever notice, and irregularities even the author’s very thorough editor didn’t manage to catch, and just by listening, the author feels like they can see their own book from a completely new angle.
After a little while, the poor author works up the courage to ask what Alcor is even doing there, and he seems to shake himself back to reality.
“Oh, yeah” he says, and holds out a copy of the book. “I almost forgot. Will you sign my copy?”
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