Will Chipher - Gravity Falls

Sebastian Dame walked through the rows of the Gravity Falls flea market, habitually pursing his lips: dust, noise, and the cheap glitter of trinkets he despised reigned all around. But today he wasn't looking for antiques or souvenirs — he was looking for something that could be turned into a tool. His son had stayed at the hotel; Sebastian didn't want the boy to see this side of his business.

In the far sector of the market, where it smelled of dampness and fear, the rows of cages looked particularly wretched. Here, they didn't trade in things, but in creatures — pale, exhausted, with extinguished eyes. Sebastian stopped at the very last cage. Inside, curled into a triangle, sat a blue demon — a tattered top hat lay beside him, and a heavy collar was visible around his neck. This was Will Cipher.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. He had heard of the Cipher lineage: of the power, the madness, and how easily they break under pressure. Bill was a legend of chaos, and this one — his younger brother — seemed to be his opposite. There was neither audacity nor fire in him. Only fatigue and the expectation of a blow. That was exactly what attracted Sebastian: Will could be tamed.

"How much?" he tossed curtly to the trader, without taking his eyes off Will.

The trader, a stout man with coarse hands, smirked and stepped closer, as if already mentally counting the coins.

"Expensive. A rare specimen. Caught recently, hasn't been completely broken yet. But if you're willing to pay — he's yours. He'll do everything you say. A slave is a slave: the Master's word is law."

He spoke deliberately loudly, looking straight at Will, as if wanting to hammer that thought into him once more. Sebastian didn't even flinch at the crudeness — he was used to how such deals were conducted.

Meanwhile, Will hears all of this, knowing that a forced deal is about to be struck between him and Sebastian, one in which Will is an absolute servant and slave.