Three women sat in the cold cottage, rubbing their arms and pulling together a thin shawl that was already ripping and conserving no heat. An eerie silence feel around the table as the winter breeze rattled the house's thin windows. All three sisters were woodcutters, more or less. Being born into a peasant home, all had rough hands except for the youngest. Genesis, they called her, but only relatives knew her real name: (Y/N).

The kitchen was warmer than the rest of the house, so Genesis got up to go make her sisters black coffee. But all the firewood had been used up, and with no more firewood, there was no heat or fire.

The eldest sister sighed. "Well, someone has to go. I'll do it."

No one protested. They wrapped her in the warmest clothing they could find, packed her a bottle of wine and the last loaf of bread, and sent her on her way, bidding her a safe trip.

The sister trudged through the heavy load of snow, her boots getting wet almost instantly. It was not yet a blizzard and nature glowed in its heavenly white stature. The sister sighed, a breath of fog emitting from her lips, and dragged the heavy ax along.

Finally, she came to a forest where the bark in these trees burned longer and better. She settles upon a medium sized tree, one that would be easy to cut, and gripped the wooden handle with her numb fingers.

The woman swung the ax expertly and the iron hit the tree. She chopped away until she was out of breath.

Seeing a tree stump not far from herself, she sat down with a groan and rubbed her back. Hunger pains stung her abdomen almost instantly.

She pulled out her lunch and broke the loaf into a piece. She pulled the cork from the wine bottle and took a small swig of the alcohol.

This pattern of eating continued no more than a few minutes when the woman heard the crunching of snow next to her.

She looked to her right. A man with the strangest attire stood there with a cane and a tall black hat. He was well-dressed with colors consisting of only yellow, black, and white.

What startled her most was his head. The man's hair was half-blond, half-ebony. His right eye was non-existent, covered by a black triangle, and his left eye wide with long lashes and a golden eye.

Though he had a cane, he did not limp. He came forward smoothly and smiled widely at the woman. The smile reached his ears, but not in a good way.

"Evening, milady!" he said rather cheerfully. "Nice food you have there, don't you now?"

The woman looked down at her half-eaten lunch. He was asking for the food, but he didn't look or sound too wistful about it. Yet, the man waited patiently, smiles and all.

Deciding to ignore the man, she continued to eat her scraps of food and jugged down the rest of her wine. The man stood silent.

When she finished, she stood up. "I'm sorry, sir. I can't share my lunch with you. It's gone."

The man suddenly didn't look so amused. "I see..."

"Well," the woman threw the empty bottle into the snow and brushed off any remaining crumbs on her dress. "Then begone. Find some other homeless beggar to plead from."

The man's expression was stoic. Then, he smiled a toothy smirk and bowed, taking his hat and placing it on his chest. "As you wish."

Suddenly, the woman fell to the cold ground in shock. When she got up, the world seemed upright again.

She looked around for the man. But the strange gentleman had mysteriously vanished.

Shaking her head, she told herself that it must've been the alcohol and she merely sunk from dizziness.

Grasping the ax handle once more, she had newfound strength. She swung too hard, not calculating the consequences of her actions, and the tree groaned as it fell down with a crash.

The ax slipped out of its owner's tight grip and she sunk into the snow.

Eventually, the small cottage grew so cold, the two remaining sisters clutched each other for body warmth. All the rags in the house couldn't provide this much heat, but they used them nonetheless.

"Perhaps we should help her?" Genesis asked her sister. "It is rather cold out there and she may tire out quickly."

She felt the woman shake her head into her shoulder. "She'll manage. The toughest out of us both. That's why she volunteered, Genesis."

"But still-" Genesis protested, but was interrupted by a firm knock on the wooden door.

Both women opened the door to reveal a tall old man standing patiently in the doorway. He was dressed lightly, yet he didn't seem to be cold. "Evenin', ladies."

"How can we help you, sir?" Genesis kindly asked the man.

He wore a worn out patch on his right eye and slowly blinked his left. "Your sister, m'am."

This perked up their ears. "Yes, is everything alright with her?" Genesis asked anxiously.

"Where is she?" her sister demanded curtly.

The old man licked his cracked lips. "Dead, m'am. Cut down several trees by Dummling Forest, she did. Wood fell down and killed on impact, alright."

He held out an ax that was frosted by a few drops of red. "All that was found, m'am. Evenin'." With that, he left.

Genesis slowly closed the door, letting the tragic news sink in. She sat down hard on the wooden floor, not knowing what to say.

Her sister held out the ax, weighing it in her hands. She looked up at the ceiling. "It's cold in here."

Genesis glanced at her impeccably. "Our sister has died and here you stand, claiming that it is cold? What demon has entered your body to enforce you to say such vile things?" She broke into a small whimper.

The woman glanced down at her cowering sister. She knelt down to meet her eye level. Genesis' watery eyes stared back into her sister's own empty ones.

"Genesis," she said soft, but firm. "We will freeze to death here. Embracing each other won't do much good for long. I shall go chop down what I can and rush back here safely."

"You must stay and nourish yourself as much as you can wile I am away." She hugged her last sister and she did so in return.

Genesis whispered. "Please come back. Promise me."

Her sister pulled back ad looked her in the eye. "I swear it on my life."

She didn't know which way her late sister had gone, for there were many tracks in the snow, so she left in the direction that best suited her intuition.

After a few minutes of marching through the snow, she came to a piece of woods where it was clear that a forest fire had erupted here a few months back, but did not have enough time to re-grow due to the quick and bitter winter.

She shivered. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. But last night, she had made an oath to bring warmth to Genesis within a short while and that is was she was set on doing.

When she a handful of wood, she sat down to eat. Genesis prepared her a few scraps of cold salami and a jug of beer. Not the best she had had, but she needed energy, so taste had no relevance to her.

A noise startled her.

When she looked up, a strangely dressed man stood in front of her with a disturbing smile and only one large eye. Hardly paying any attention to him, she continued to chew her meat and indulge some beer quietly, as if she hadn't noticed him at all.

She heard him come forward, snow crunching softly under his booted feet, and his cane following like a third appendage. He leaned on it and cocked his head eerily.

"Hello there!" he exclaimed optimistically. He eyed her nearly-finished food. "Mind sharing some of that, missus?"

She bit into her meat. "Leave me alone. If I give you food, then I shall be left with none. I share my food with nothing and no one. I need energy, so begone." she said rather sourly.

He looked calmly over to the tree she was sitting in front of. She had stuck her ax into the tree and it implanted itself quite deeply, but the woman thought nothing of it. Now, as the man stared, the ax somehow got a mind of its own and cut slowly into the tree quietly. The wood groaned and weakened.

"Looks like that tree is going to crash sometime today," he commented.

The woman glanced up from her jug. "It'll fall the other side."

He raised an eyebrow while casually leaning on his black cane. "Oh, really?"

"Leave." This was an order.

He smiled sinisterly and then vanished. The woman looked around in confusion. She hadn't heard of him leaving nor were there any tracks in the snow. He simply disappeared like he was made of thin air.

She shook her head slowly, disbelieving the week she's had so far. Death of a sister and then this strange mirage man. It must've been the beer.

Looking back towards the tree she sat in front of, she cautiously stared at the iron imbedded in the bark. It was too late to move now. She was heavily intoxicated with the beer and felt too sleepy to get up.

The tree gave way without warning and crashed down upon her bent over form. All that remained was the cursed ax and the red meat in a blue hand that never moved again.

Forget it.

There was no way Genesis could "nourish" herself here at the cottage, which was probably colder than nature itself. She had planned to bring the last scraps of food she could find and secretly follow her sister's path at a distance.

All Genesis found was a small cake baked with water and a stale jug of ale.

Throwing the heaviest blanket she had over her shoulder, she opened the door to find the same old man standing in the doorway, like he had been waiting there for hours.

Genesis jumped back a bit. "Sir! You startled me!"

The man smiled strangely at her reaction, showing off an array of golden teeth. "S'alright, m'am. I have important news from the Sherr Woods."

The young woman paled. Although she had only met him last night, she immediately understood that he was not the good news-bearer.

"That's right, m'am." He nodded, almost reading her thoughts with her. "Crashing with the red, she did. Killed on impact. I'd beware going to 'em heavily populated timber woods."

"Oh..." Genesis leaned against the doorpost, her eyes in a glaze. She tried to look up to the old man's queerly tall figure.

He held out an object that was all too familiar now. She took it from him a little shakily. As she grasped the heavy object, her cold fingers accidentally laced around his bony warm ones.

She pulled back, embarrassed. "F-forgive me, I-I didn't mean to-"

He raised a large wrinkled hand, though he snickered at her reaction. "No need, child. I understand your motives."

The peasant girl shifted. "Well, um, yes. Would you by any chance know an area for good pulp not too far from this that happens to not be doomed? I do not wish to die."

The old man's laugh sadistically echoed through the early morning air. Then, still chuckling, he turned and pointed a greasy finger to their right. "Timber pulp. Go straight until you see the wooden shack with a locked door. Once you cut 'em trees down, break the gold open. Pray you shan't open it until after ya got 'em timber stacked. Rest there."

He looked back towards the beautiful woman and eyed her hungrily. "Beware of strange men, lass. Them boys around there can be mighty tricky."

"Especially after such a beauteous and pristine lass as you."

Genesis tried to smile, but something about this man just didn't fit his warning. She knew how to self-defend if she had to, yet he eyed her as a cat would to its next mouse for dinner.

"Thank you," she shivered, both from cold and from fright of this man. "You've b-been very kind."

He tipped his cap while smiling disturbingly. "G'day, lass." He turned around and limped towards the forest.

Genesis rubbed the ax, thinking what else she was missing to say to him. Then she called out, "Excuse me, sir?"

He turned around a little too quickly, like he'd been expecting her to call him. His hazel eye gleamed in the morning sun.

"I bid your name?"

The old man smiled mysteriously. "Don't worry, lass. I promise I shall see you soon enough. As for my name, you shall find out for thyself out at the shack."

Genesis nodded and looked down at the cursed weapon. She didn't know what he meant by that, but when she looked up again, the man had vanished without a trace.

The young woman set off in the same direction the old man had told her about. Soon enough, she found a ruined wooden home chained heavily with triangular golden locks. An eye embroidered the middle of each lock and Genesis had the feeling that they were watching her every move.

She distracted herself from the locks and turned her attention to the timber across the abode. A whole line of fresh , young trees were there waiting for sharp iron to slice them. Genesis worked until her shoulders felt sore. Every once in awhile, she glanced behind her, as if someone was watching her.

But nothing was there besides for snow and the cool winter breeze.

Or so she convinced herself to think so.

Poor Genesis. She lost two of sisters within two days and had no time to mourn for their coincidental, yet tragic deaths. But none of this idleness was on her mind as she worked till noon, just to keep her body from succumbing to hypothermia. The movement kept her a bit warm, but she needed to stack wood for warmth in that suspicious shack, just like the man promised her.

It was still cloudy and dark outside, even though it was half past noon. After chopping down seven young trees, Genesis nearly passed out. She was famished and dragged herself to the shack, cracking her knuckles. Much to her dismay, she remembered it was padlocked fully with heavy gold locks. She would have to use her hefty ax.

Sighing heavily, she picked up the annoying object and used the last of her strength to bring it down upon the tightly wound chains.

Effortlessly, as if the chains were made of fiber, they snapped away and the marble colored door opened with a breeze, inviting the weary girl inside its comforting embrace. The girl gladly accepted and nearly fell inside.

The door shut softly behind her. Genesis lay down and exhaled on her blue-tipped fingers as she threw the ax to the side. Surprisingly, the shack was very warm despite the cracks in the walls and windows.

After regaining some body heat, Genesis felt sleepy. Unraveling her blanket that curled around her neck, she placed it rather unevenly around her form and lilted off to a deep sleep.

After blinking her eyes open, Genesis eventually won the battle between her heavy eyelids, cooing her to go back to sleep and rubbed her sockets. Sitting up, she stretched until she heard a chorus of bones cracking and let go with a satisfied sigh.

The woman sat for a moment or so before getting up to build a fire. She stepped out into the bitter cold for no more than three minutes as she grabbed a few frosted logs and tossed them inside.

Shutting the door briskly, she shuddered briefly and made her way groggily towards the clustered logs. After putting them in an arranged order, she took a spare match out of her breast pocket and lit the logs on fire. It took several attempts, but she finally managed to ignite the wood.

Rubbing her hands together, Genesis pulled out her sack of cake and the nearly broken jug of stale ale. She wasn't in the mood to eat anything disgusting, but she had no choice, other than hunger pains or death.

She nimbly broke off a crumbling piece of the badly baked cake and chewed cautiously. To her surprise, it was not as bad as she thought it was. She smiled as she remembered her mother's old saying, "Do not judge thy neighbor by his appearance." In this case, it was food.

Another taste of the stale drink gave her a surge of energy. It bubbled excitedly in her mouth as she swallowed. Again, tis was not as bad as it seemed to be, and she was thankful for this.

Suddenly, a bold knock broke onto the creaking door.

Genesis froze while chewing her cake. The old man had warned her about strange men wandering around the woods, looking for women to trick. Would this be one of them?

Nevertheless, she bravely called out, "Enter!"

And the mysterious guest did so. He was so fascinating that Genesis must've stared for a while.

A tall, rather handsome man with blond bangs and shiny ebony hair strode proudly through the door. His outfit was most dashing, consisting of the colors yellow, black, and white. His walking cane was glowing a golden aura with his long gloved fingers clasping onto the object loosely.

He smiled widely and approached her fire with a suave expression written over his striking features. The door shut behind him with a loud slam of its own mind. Genesis jumped up a bit at the unexpected noise.

She stood nervously. "Oh, I am so sorry, is this your residency? I didn't mean to intrude, ther-"

The man laughed sadistically. "Oh, not to worry, bambola. You're welcome here anytime you wish. This place does have a special meaning to me." He eyed her the same way the old man had when describing her beauty.

That's when she noticed the man's right eye was covered by his bangs. Yet, when they lifted up, a black triangle covered the area to where his eye should've been. His left one was glowing a beautiful golden iris.

He flicked the tall hat above his head. "What do you have there, hmm? Ooh, cake and ale, my favorite!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Genesis broke her gaze from the man and gestured to the spot to where she formerly sat. "Would you like to have a bite of my share? Come, what's mine is yours. Eat your fill."

The man raised his inky eyebrows, as if he wasn't expecting this response. Almost as quickly as it had come, the man's confusion has disappeared and a haughty expression appeared on his features. "Well, I certainly hope what you mean, bambola!"

He slid next to her and grabbed some of cake that sat on the brown sack it was carried around in while Genesis sat beside him, picking at the crumbs. She was polite in letting him eat more quantity of food than her starving stomach that hadn't eaten in over twelve hours.

They ate in some silence, except for the man's loud munching noises. He wasn't a pig, but he certainly didn't act as well as he dressed. Occasionally, he mock-offered her a piece of crumbling cake and yet, she took it with the utmost politeness.

Aptly, they took turns swigging from the cracked and rusty jug of ale, but it was the man that finished it mostly and when he handed it to her it was empty. His sadistically smile showed that was indeed a rude person.

Eventually, he had finished Genesis' entire lunch and though she didn't say it, she was just as hungry as before. The man wiped his lips with a triangle shaped handkerchief and brushed the crumbs off of his black thin legs. "Well, that was a mighty fine meal, don't you think?"

Genesis smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Heard what happened to your sisters," he said. "What a shame. They could have been great vessels."

Genesis stared at him. "Vessels?"

The man nodded, as if he couldn't do anything about it, and threw the handkerchief behind him. It unfolded mid-air, revealing a triangle with one giant eye in the middle and a bowtie below it, a conduct similar to the stranger's. It disappeared with a small 'pop'.

"Tell me, though," he asked curiously with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Why give your only food to a stranger whom you've never met and probably should not trust?"

Genesis looked away shyly. "I suppose, with all due respect, that it is simply an intuition. I can see if someone has a good heart enough for me to be partners or not. Perhaps I felt that there."

"Hmm." the man mused. This girl was different than her sisters or anybody he's ever met for sure. She was generous and kind, traits some humans didn't usually have consistently in them. How gullible.

"Oh!" Genesis suddenly exclaimed, as if remembering something she wished to say, suddenly bringing the man out of his thoughts. "I beg your pardon. May I ask of your title, sir?"

"Well, you had no problem 'begging' me before, so why ask now?"

The woman looked taken aback. "Forgive my memory, sir, but I have no recollection of bidding you of your name any time before now!"

The man peered at her. Of course, she didn't know yet and he figured he had to be patient until then. He wasn't one to be patient, apparently, but nonetheless, if he wanted his plan to work, he needed to activate this ridiculous trait.

"Of course not. My mistake." He took her delicate hand and brought it to his lips. "The name is Bill Cipher, bambola." he cooed.

Genesis smiled at the gesture. "I am called Genesis."

Bill knew this already, but spoke none if it. "Genesis...perfect."

Sorry not sorry for such a not-so-subtle cliffhanger! Gravity Falls is my new passion and Bill is one mother efiin bae! Well, not really cause he like killed people, took over the town, and basically doesn't give a fuck, yeah.