Stanford Pines smiled as he walked through the old pine forest of Gravity Falls. The wind tussled his gray hair and brought a chill into the air. Despite being an invisible town on the maps of America, the town was quite a sight to behold. The pines were wondrous in the sunsets, the shops were strange and interesting, and the mysteries, oh, the mysteries were plentiful and simply fascinating. The mysteries ranged from big to small, from harmless to dangerous. They were all unique and it enchanted Ford. They all had a mystical property to them, unmatchable opportunities shining in them.

But none of the mysteries stood a chance against the mystery of the Bill Cipher statue.

Ford didn't know why he returned to the statue after his trip. His muscles were exhausted and his chest ached from exercise and age, but yet he still wanted to visit the cursed statue. It was a large slab of rock, that was for sure. It was gray and impaled the dirt and rocks under it. The entire slab, once placed in the correct angle, looked like a flat isosceles triangle with several carvings on it. A large top hat was on its head and a bowtie was on what appeared to be its chest. A large eye appeared to be in the middle of both features, wide open and menacing. A brick-like pattern stood under the bowtie. While it was covered in a bunch of moss, dirt, and vines, it still remained intact and still. It was a memory that would last forever in Ford's mind. He shivered at the memory as he approached the gray slab.

As he neared, he heard a faint sound coming from it. He narrowed his eyes, his hands slipping over to the gun in his coat. The sound sounded breathless and gasping and it was filled with the sound of desperation. Stanford crept closer to the statue, peering at it. The statue itself wasn't emitting the sound. Rather, it was coming from behind it. Ford cautiously looked over the edge of the statue, tensing at what he saw.

There was a small golden triangle leaning on the gray slab. It was quivering, clutching at a long, black top hat in its hands. Something clear hit the dirt right next to it, a bout of painful sniffles immediately coming after. Ford gripped the slab as a memory attacked him at full force. His pupils shrunk in realization and slight fear.

It was Bill.

Bill Cipher.

The former ruler of the world and attempted destroyer of the universe.

His former friend.

Ford was tempted to just shoot it dead right then and there. However, the memories, the few good ones, rose up and surrounded him. Visions of them playing chess, discussing theories, having a great time together. The time where the triangle was the only friend he had. However, those memories were attacked by the worse ones. Bill threatening him. Bill threatening his family. The triangle bringing out the apocalypse and its attempt to kill him and his family. The memories attacked each other viscously and the burning hot rage won. His hand gripped the Memory-Gun and he knew that another blast from the gun would get rid of the demon. For good. But, something was stopping him. It was his curiosity.

How did Bill reappear?

Why was it crying?

How did it even exist?

All of these questions stirred in Ford's head, causing him to lean forward to get a better view of the triangle. Thankfully, it was too caught up in its own despair to even notice the shadow covering the faint golden glow it gave off. Ford thought up a solution. A wonderful solution in his mind. It would make Stanley protest and bicker with him if he found out, but Stanford was willing to fight over it.

The man quietly slipped out a clear, hollow sphere from his coat pocket. It was made out of Dimensional-Glass, one of the few things that could keep in any type of energy completely still. The perfect thing to capture Bill with, considering that it was made out of pure energy. So, he carefully unscrewed the capsule and stood frozen over the figure.

The triangle didn't even know what happened to it until it found itself suspended in the air and staring at the disapproving face of Ford.

Ford quickly screwed the cap on, imprisoning the demon. Bill spluttered, completely off guard and aware of what it was contained in. It narrowed its eye and hissed at the man.

"Sixer-? What are you doing?!" Ford glared at it and shook the capsule, rattling the demon inside. Bill was suddenly aware that the mild tickling sensation it felt while it possessed mortal beings wasn't true pain. Instead, the demon found out that pain came in sizzles and bursts of intense heat, especially when its eye got jammed into the Dimensional-Glass. It growled and hissed like an animal and leered at the man defiantly.

"Thanks a lot, Sixer. Are you done having your temper tantrum? Now, how about you let me go and we-" Ford didn't say a word and stuffed the demon into his coat pocket, making it cry out in shock. He ignored its remarks as he marched back to the Mystery Shack, thankful to hear blissful silence. That meant that Stan, Soos, and Wendy weren't in there and that he could be in peace.

As he approached his lab, Bill began to feel raw fear. It was strange, it was tangible, and did it ever grow when the demon was shown a tiny platform. A containment platform. It would keep the triangle trapped. Forever. And, unlike the statue, there was no way it could escape the containment field. The demon started hitting the glass with its tiny fists.

"What- no, Sixer! Don't you dare do it- I'll make a deal with you, give you something, anything! No, no, no, don't-" Ford felt a ghost of a smile as he placed the capsule onto the platform. The platform latched onto the orb and silenced the demon's cries, only showing the tiny triangle's form.

"I'll come back to test on you tomorrow," Stanford Pines said as he locked the demon in a safe. "Don't expect to be free any time soon." Bill shrieked, but nothing was heard. Silence fell like a fog over the Mystery Shack and the pine forests around it.

The world would never be harmed by Bill Cipher again.

Raise your hand if you like Bill better as a triangle than a human?

*Crickets chirp quietly*

... obviously only me. I'm sorry, but I wanted to write a story that involved Bill staying as a triangle because, you know, he isn't a human. Not that those certain fanfics are bad, but Jesus Christ they're everywhere. EVERYWHERE. SO, triangle Bill, there you go, happy birthday.

And thank you for reading my evil cucumbers.

Also, I hear someone screeching "BUT BILL SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO GO THROUGH THE BARRIER!" Well, did I mention that the capsule represses Bill's energy as well as his presence? Yeah, well, it does.