The most innocent of the Pines twins would, naturally, be the easiest to manipulate. Or, at least, that's what Bill thought at first. The assumption was quickly thrown out the window as soon the young girl beat the living hell out of him, and, consequently, her own brother's body. Bill left the fight a little more annoyed than he was before, a little more impatient, a little more...impressed.

He, of course, pushed the feeling to the side immediately. He couldn't have any positive feelings towards these tiny, ignorant, annoying, easily-breakable flesh puppets. In fact, as soon as he shredded the veil between his world and the human world, the Pines twins would be the first to go...or maybe the last. It all depended on how much he wanted to see them suffer.

Mabel Pines had always been easy to manipulate, Bill just had to go about it in the right way. But what was the right way? Torture? Death of a family member? Country music?

No… those were insane. And far too complicated. What Bill needed was another way into the girl's head...he needed an act that played to her most vulnerable emotion. And that emotion, as Bill found out, was the need to be with someone in a… gross… kind of way. Specifically someone of the opposite gender, in Mabel's case.

Bill was disgusted at the thought, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and it didn't seem like old Six Fingers was coming out of the portal any time soon. Bill would need to find a body of an attractive pre-teen or teenage boy to posses, and biding his time making deals wasn't going to cut it this time. But could he find the recently-deceased corpse of someone who fit that description?

Of course he could! What was he thinking? He's Bill-fucking-Cipher for that-notoriously- annoying-human-speech-thing-that-Time-Baby-did-quite-often out loud! He saw all, knew all, and could do all. Well, almost all. He wasn't quite that powerful. Yet.

There was a child a mere few miles outside of the small town. I mean, sure, the body was probably waterlogged and not in the greatest condition, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that the boy died recently and hadn't begun to decompose. He was thirteen years old, one year older than Mabel. It wasn't ideal, but Bill supposed that one year didn't matter much. At least, he hoped it didn't. He knew that humans could be weird about children dating someone older than they were. Just like humans to care about the timeline that ultimately means nothing and just ends in their own demise. How pitiful.

Even though time was meaningless, Bill could never find enough of the abstract concept to marvel at how pitiful the human race had become. He had work to do, however, so the shaming of the entire human population could take place another day. He had to inhabit his vessel before it started to decompose, then he would find a way to manipulate Mabel into getting him those journals and figure out where Stanley Pines was doing his work. The rest would be history. The event prophesied millennia ago would finally come to pass.

Weirdmageddon would ravage the world, and Bill Cipher would be at the head of it all.