Bill Cipher Gravity Falls Drawings Novels & Stories

“Either you got a new skincare routine or someone is taking special care of you.” Barry only smirked. “A gentleman doesn’t talk.” Carlson laughed. “Right. You’re so known for being a gentleman.” That afternoon, Barry found Brian in the art room, bent over a half-finished sketch. Sunlight poured through the wide windows, touching his hair with gold. Barry leaned against the doorframe. “You keep staring,” Brian said without looking up. “I’m admiring the masterpiece.” “The drawing or me?” “Both,” Barry replied. Brian’s hand paused just long enough to betray him. “You’re going to get us caught.”

He declined and told them not to disturb him, which made them stop. Anyway, I was lost in my world, sketching what seemed to be my vision of the future. I don't know why I sketched it, but it was a girl like me: slim and curvy, with all the right shapes. She was beautiful, and I imagined I would someday look like her if only I could. Blake and John walked up to me. “Oh my God, look at what Billie drew!” Blake gasped. “It's beautiful!” John smiled. “I guess she is good at something after all—not just getting fat.”

--------------------------------------------------- ~ Ivy ~ I dropped the pencil onto the table and looked down at what I had made. It was a simple drawing of the blue flower from the garden. It was not perfect, and some of the shading was a little messy, but it looked real. It looked alive. As I stared at the dark gray graphite lines, I felt a strange, light feeling spread through my torso. For the first time since the terrible night at the ballroom, the heavy stone on my ribs felt a little lighter. "I did it," I whispered, my eyes widening with wonder. "I actually finished it."

And my first coherent thought — underneath the panic, underneath the thunder of my own heartbeat — was that this man was devastatingly, unfairly, almost offensively handsome with a sharp jaw and dark eyes. He leaned in close enough that only I could hear him. “You're not Vivienne…” Oh God. Oh no. Oh God oh no oh— My mind started running calculations at terrifying speed. Five hundred people. My father in the third row. The court summons in the brown envelope. My brother in a hospital bed. If this falls apart right here right now in front of every important person in New York— “I…I…” I stuttered, not knowing what to say. What will happen now? Will he cancel everything? Should I just beg him?

"I know. Tell them to hurry." She walked back to the cutting table. She sat down. She picked up the pencil. She drew the building again. This time, she drew the walls holding. She drew the column supported. She drew the void intact. She drew the figure standing inside, safe. The pencil moved with precision. The lines were heavy and black. The structure would hold. She would not let it fall. She pressed so hard the pencil tip almost broke through the paper. The drawing was a spell. A promise. A blueprint for survival.

I unzipped it as I shoved the few bank notes I had stolen from the bald man and also the few bank notes that the plum till operator had given me as my change. My hand felt a hard thing as I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was my sketch book. I slowly ran my hands on it as burning feeling echoed in my chest. I slowly opened it. The complete sketch of Sorrow came to my view. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying.

"If I told you that 'Starry Night' was already designed and made into a finished product a few years ago, does it mean that your 'Starry Night' was plagiarized, Mr. Winterford?" Billy was horrified, but he remained calm on the surface. He came here well prepared so he didn't fear her in the least. He knew that they hadn't made a finished product at all. Back then, he saw Brian's design 'Starry Night' with his own eyes. Then, something happened at his home and Billy took the opportunity to take away the design drawings and destroyed all his design traces. Hence, he knew Hilda was just trying to trick him into confessing now.

Her eyes are like And then it ends. My heart begins to pound. I rush towards the Beta’s corpse and pry the piece of paper from his hands, quickly opening it. My breath catches in my throat when I see what’s on the page–a crude drawing of a woman swathed in pencil-scratch gray, with a veil pulled over her head and broken antlers dangling crookedly. There’s something about the mania in the drawing, the panic, the desperation that makes me sick to my stomach.

Hunter had utilized three A3 papers to complete the drawing. Grayson laid the drawing on the table and studied it carefully. After a while, Hunter asked, "Mr. Grayson, are you asking me to draw these for Ms. Belle?" Grayson had given Hunter a vague answer the last time he asked the same question. However, this time, he gave a definite answer, nodding his head. "That's right." "That's what I've suspected. Anyway, the only things I can associate with Ms. Belle within this tomb are these two murals, as the woman depicted on them bears a striking resemblance to her," said Hunter.

“ Incredible! He draws so well! “ Said Rassy smiling. “ Quickly Rassy! Have you found the wallet yet? “ Said Lissa. Rassy smiled and approached: “ Beautiful drawings, right? Gizella, upon seeing the drawings, almost went into shock! Those drawings lasted her. “ These faces are not strange to me! “ Said Lissa, taking the drawings. Gizella: “ Who designed this? Rassy: “ My brother, he hides these drawings so much! I even thought they were one of his crazy things! Haha ha Lissa laughed. Gizella felt uncomfortable with those drawings, she wanted to tear up those drawings. So they left the room. Rassy put drawings in the cave again.