Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Him

And wake up you did. You woke up with a snort- not quite the most graceful of ways. Your stomach growled loudly, forcing you to try and move out of bed. However, something had stopped you. You looked behind you, only to find Bill fast asleep next to you with his arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

Your ears began to burn and you could see the tip of your nose turning a slight pink. Trying to squirm your way out of his grip, you had awoken the sleeping giant from his nap.

Bill looked up at you with an almost familiar pair of sleepy blue eyes. He gave you a small smile, and said with a terrifyingly recognizable voice, "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart~?"

Your eyes shrank and you immediately went to struggle out of his grip. "Bill" held on tighter, not letting you go.

"Let go of me!" you screeched, kicking him in the stomach.

Suddenly he jolted, letting go of you immediately. In your efforts, you had fallen off the bed as soon as he let go and you landed with a thwump. You scrambled to your feet, grabbing the nearest item- which happened to be an analog alarm clock- and held it in front of you defensively. "B-Bill was just an e-excuse, wasn't it?! Y-you used c-contacts, didn't you?! W-what the hell kind of drugs did you put me on?!" you shot the questions at him one after the other, not giving him much of a chance to explain himself.

He suddenly looked confused and tilted his head curiously, like a puppy. "Contacts? What would I be using those for?" he asked. Bill's yellow, cat-like eyes stared at you, flitting around every other second or so, like normal eyes do.

You, breathing heavily, managed to stutter out, "T-to get to me... y-you c-creep... H-how did I not see through you...? A-after two weeks... y-you kept up the d-damn act..."

"(Y/N), I don't know what you're talking about... J-just put down the clock and we can talk this out!" Bill said in his high-pitched tone, raising his hands above his head.

"Talk this out! Of course! Why not?! What lies are you going to spit at me next?!" you shrieked, gaining more confidence every second.

"(Y/N), I think you had a bad dream... sometimes those happen after the mind scape," Bill said, keeping calm.

You were torn. You wanted to believe him, you truly did, but it just seemed too much like an excuse he would make up. So you just stood there with silence; all the while, the clockwork of your "weapon" ticked and tocked.

Time went on, and you and Bill stared at each other. Neither said a word.

Finally, you put the clock back onto the nightstand and sighed. You looked at the floor, then looked back up at Bill, "Fine.... what is it that you have to say?"

"Whatever you dreamt about, probably was your subconscious trying to... discern reality from fantasy. It... uh... it happens when you're going through bad memories..." Bill explained in a strange tone.

That began to set off alarms, so you did the one thing you knew would tell you the truth. You jumped on top of Bill, pushing him down onto the bed and giving him as much a lustful look as you could muster. It disgusted you, but it was the only way to know if it was really him.

Bill, much to your surprise, turned a brilliant red and immediately pushed you off of him. "W-what the hell are you d-doing...?!" he stammered, sitting back up and hugging his knees. "(Y-Y/N)! W-what k-kind of drugs are you on?!"

You blinked a few times. You expected him to pull you down on top of him, like what he would have done. But... he didn't. So he was Bill.

You scratched the back of your neck and looked down. "I-I'm sorry... I-it's just... it was the only way I could make sure you weren't him..." you muttered.

"Who's this 'him' you keep talking about?" Bill asked, slowly uncurling himself.

"My... my old fiancé..."

"I thought he left you for someone else?"

"I don't really believe he did... I mean, maybe at the time. But not for good. He was always... extremely possessive of me and liked to... sexualize me. I never agreed to anything, which is probably why he picked up that woman. Probably to get me jealous. But it backfired," you said. You thought back to just a week before Bill showed up, your ex had been calling you constantly. At least three times a day- if not more. "He wouldn't stop bothering me once he realized I wasn't taking him back. Every day he would call me, tell me how much he loved me, apologize for the same repetitive things over and over, tell me he 'changed.' You know, the sort of thing psycho exes do."

Bill frowned, "I'm so sorry..."

"It's alright, really. It's just something I have to deal with, I guess. It's more tolerable with you, at least. He hasn't seemed to call at all, actually."

Bill looked to the side, "Yeah... quite a coincidence, huh?"

You gave him a small smile. "Maybe my life is just turning around for the better. I get to meet a cool 'muse' like you and finish up on so many equations I had been neglecting. This little... storm... is just a set back. Let's go watch some movies!" you exclaimed and headed down the spiral staircase.

~???'s POV~

"Yeah! I-I'll be right there!" Bill called after (Y/N) as she headed down the stairs with childish excitement. Bill rubbed the bridge of his nose and mumbled to himself, "Why did I do this....?"

Bill looked back up, toward the bed. He was not simply looking at the general setting, thinking of the previous event that had transpired. No, Bill was looking directly at something invisible to all but him.

Complete silence followed as Bill just stared at the spot, his face contorting into various expressions of anger and disgust. Then, it was Bill's turn to speak to the silent, empty place in the room. "You don't deserve her..." is all he said.