Chapter One: Welcome to Gravity Falls

Bill looked out the window as the bus pulled into town, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He had run out of money and he'd used the last of his change to buy the bus ticket to a new town. A new start. His dark blonde hair covered one of his golden honey eyes, the rest combed back neatly. He looked around at the town, noting it looked rather rustic...a small town, maybe nobody would know what he really was. He sighed and bit his lip as he had to push back a set of painful memories he had come here to forget.

The bus squealed to a stop and the announcement came. "End of the line, everyone for Gravity Falls get off now."
There was only one on the bus. Bill. His full name was Bill Cipher and he was a young adult. His skin was a golden tan from days spent in the sun, his hair covering one eye...he would not show this eye at any cost. He wore a nice black pair of pants with a yellow sweater. Not a garish yellow, but a soothing, gentle yellow.

Bill stepped off the bus, his only belongings being the clothes on his back. He started to cross the road but stopped as a red car sped by, with a middle-aged man and two young teens in it. He sighed and crossed the road after they passed, looking around for a hotel. There was only one in the town and there were no vacancies. He glared at the "no vacancies" sign angrily before he took several deep breaths.

He couldn't afford to get angry. He would have to get a job and settle for living in a cardboard box for a while. He began to look through town for a job of some sort, when he saw a baby blue tent, an RV hidden in the woods behind it. The sign by the tent read "Lil' Gideon: Child Psychic! $5 Admission; Help Wanted".

This was it. Bill knew that no other job would suffice now. He'd always had a connection with the supernatural, and he couldn't be swayed away from anything to do with psychics. He went over to the tent and looked inside, his body practically quivering from excitement. He saw a little boy, about age 9, sitting in a chair behind a table...considering nobody else was in there, he must be Lil' Gideon. Gideon looked up, icy blue eyes staring at Bill warily for a moment before he smiled.

"Howdy, stranger. Welcome to Lil' Gideon's Tent o' Telepathy! Care to have me read your fortune or contact a lost loved one? The fare's 5 dollars per visit." The boy asked, his soft voice painted with a Southern drawl. The boy was rather on the chubby side, his cheeks covered in freckles. His skin was very pale, almost white..like his hair, which was combed into a pompadour. Albinos with blue eyes were not unheard of, and Bill figured albinism must be the case with this child.

He shook his head and smiled softly, hoping the boy wasn't discomforted by his presence. He knew a true psychic would feel uneasy around him. "I'm here to apply for a job...on your sign it said "Help Wanted", so...here's the help!"

Gideon looked at him for a while, Bill thought he saw a hint of fear in his eyes...The boy must pick up on his aura. "...If you're okay with a pay of 3 dollars an hour...I can't really afford anythin' else."

Bill nodded, that was living rich compared to his old life in the bigger towns. He smiled a bit more, but it faded when he saw the boy flinch. "I accept the job...When do I start and what do I do?"

Gideon fidgeted for a moment and looked at Bill, letting out a few soft noises before he said, "You c-can help boost the publicity of the place, advertising and such. And once I become popular enough..you could manage the crowds..?"

The golden-haired man simply nodded. "Alright, sounds doable. I'll go out and...advertise a little." With that, he turned and left the tent, taking a stack of flyers from the table before he did. He went through the town, advertising the place and handing flyers out to anyone who would take them.

Alone in the tent, Gideon relaxed his body, letting out a shuddering breath...something was very off about the man he'd just hired, and he was relieved he was gone for now. The boy did indeed have psychic powers, and he knew there was a dark, unsettling aura around Bill. He couldn't figure out why, but he was scared to be around him.
The boy rested his head on the table and closed his eyes, feeling pretty exhausted. Reading Bill's aura had drained him surprisingly, and he wasn't too keen on being awake for his return. It was nearly closing time anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to take a little nap...