Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Zigzag Inn

The power finally turned back on after a week. You had been using the generator while you waited, but you made Bill go out and do it. He didn't mind, but it took him a couple tries to figure it out.

When the storm had subsided and everything turned back on, you were as pale as a ghost and you desperately wanted to go outside. Bill agreed and helped you put on your coat. He decided to stick with a pair of boots and a thin jacket in case it got windy.

You stepped outside and ran to your truck. I hope the engine isn't shot... you thought to yourself, sticking the key in the ignition and turning it. To your surprise, the car started better than it ever had before. You checked your driveway, seeing Bill had cleared it mostly. You heard the passenger's side open and Bill step in, seating himself. It had actually been a few days since the storm stopped, so that left plenty of time for the snow plows to make their way through.

After reminding Bill to buckle himself, you set off to Zigzag to take a relaxing walk and get some real food at the local Zigzag Inn, where the donuts were as big as your head.     

Ten minutes later- due to slow driving- you were at "down town" Zigzag and you pulled into a parking lot and stepped out of the truck. Bill hopped out after you and you both were on your way toward the Zigzag Inn about a mile away. Bill slowly grabbed your hand and held it as he walked, swinging it slightly. You smiled at the awkward, but sweet, gesture and continued.

You walked into the restaurant, still holding Bill's hand, and walked up to the hostess stand.

"Table for two?" she inquired, glancing at Bill and your hands (awkward sentence, I know).

You nodded and the hostess grabbed two menus and walked you and Bill to a two person table. You sat down with Bill sitting across from you. The hostess set down the menus, telling you that your waiter will be back soon. You nodded and picked up your menu.

Bill picked up his and read for a while. The bell to the entrance rang and you could hear four pairs of footsteps walk into the building. Bored, as you had already knew what you wanted from the moment you stepped inside, you turned to look at who had just came in.

Two identical-looking old men- while most everything about them said they were not old- were followed by a girl and a boy, both looking about twenty. The twenty-year-olds looked to be exactly the same if you subtracted gender from the equation. The hostess said something you couldn't hear and one of the men replied. Soon the four of them were led to the table next to yours and the girl was chatting happily with the boy.

You decided to look back to Bill, who was reading his menu intently. He seemed absorbed in his task and you didn't want to bother him. Curiously looking around, your gaze passed over the party of four and you caught a sliver of their conversation.

"... very weird... Weirdness here is off the charts..." said the man in the trench coat.

That intrigued you. You continued to listen to their conversation.

"It's even worse here... the machine is going crazy!" said the boy your age. He adjusted his hat, bearing the symbol of a pine tree, and looked at a remote-like device.

The second man, wearing a beanie (Odd... you thought), pulled up a menu, "Dipper, you and Ford have been saying that since we got here. And now we're stuck here because the car's engine is frozen solid because someone thought they needed to investigate." He elbowed the second man, who you assumed to be Ford.

"How could I not investigate, Stanley? It's almost as bad as... Bill! God forbid..." Ford responded, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sure it's not him! How could he come back? We destroyed him!" the girl said enthusiastically, her shooting star earrings swinging with her movements.

You had decided you had heard enough and sat back in your chair. You put your hands behind your head and muttered to yourself, "There's lots of guys named Bill... Besides, my Bill's a muse."

Though, despite your better judgement, you found yourself doubting your evidence.

"Ready to order?" asked the waiter, startling you out of your thoughts.

"Oh! Y-yeah! I-I am," you said. You turned to Bill, "What about you?"

Bill smiled at you and nodded, "I am, too."

"Alright, then I'll have the spaghetti," you said, turning to the waiter.

The waiter nodded and wrote down your order. He turned to Bill, "And you?"

"Same thing," Bill replied simply.

The waiter nodded once again and scribbled down on his notepad. He walked off.

You looked to Bill, who was poking a fork, and reminded yourself that he could never do anything bad. Sure, he seemed to be a bit of a masochist, but that was it. Why would you ever doubt him in the first place? You had given him your complete trust, and you believed he earned it. He was sweet, he cared about you, and he was enjoyable to be around. You didn't see any reason not to trust him.

"What's up with you?" Bill questioned, not looking up from his fork. "Your mind's all jumbled and all over the place."

"I-it's nothing, really..." you mumbled. Lying was not one of your strong suits.

Bill looked up from his fork. You avoided eye contact. Bill frowned, "(Y/N), you're a terrible liar. What's actually the matter?"

"I just... you..." you began. Bill waited. You leaned in closer and whispered, "You.... you are good, aren't you? You are a muse, right?"

Bill's eyes flashed a malevolent yellow and his pupils narrowed. "You aren't thinking about breaking the deal, are you?" Bill asked with a snarl lacing his tone.

You immediately backed off. "O-of course n-not! W-why would I...?" you said sheepishly, tapping your fingers together.

Bill's demeanor quickly changed and he gave you a sweet smile- almost sickeningly sweet. "Good! It'd be a shame if I had to leave. Although... do you know where the bathroom is?" he asked in a tone much different from just a second ago.

You silently pointed it out, in the direction past the party of four next to you both. Bill smiled at you again and thanked you, walking off. You held your head in your hand, running your free hand through your hair.

Not long after Bill had left, you heard a "Psst!" from the table next to you.

A/N: Ooh! Finally getting interesting, are we? I like my pacing of this story to be honest. Much better than my previous ones where the first chapter has you do something and then all of a sudden, BAM! action! This is really fun to write, too!