Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Cave

Just before you began to drive down the road to the highway, you caught sight of the car in the shed, a 1967 Impala, turn on its headlights. That was a comforting sight. You looked to your phone and discreetly called Dipper's phone and put it on speaker. You placed the phone, facing it away from you and Bill, into the door compartment under the window.

You stopped at the stop sign to the highway. "So... left or right?" you asked Bill.

"Right. We're going really far up the mountain," Bill said. He had placed himself on top of the dashboard in a smaller version of himself. He looked sort of like a little bobble head someone would place on their dashboard.

You nodded and pressed your turn signal right, waiting for an opening. Soon one came and you drove down the road, driving on cruise control until Bill told you where to go.

After a while of twists and turns, eventually turning into the forest, Bill gave a sudden instruction to stop and you slammed on the brakes, startled. Bill opened the door and flew out of the car. He scanned the area for a minute, and you began to grow nervous he was catching on.

Soon he stopped looking around and looked at you, that large eye staring directly at you. "This is the place!" he exclaimed, opening your door for you. At least he was still a gentleman.

You stepped out, leaving the phone,  and looked around yourself. It seemed like barren forest to you.

"It may seem like it, but you have to look really closely. It's buried under the snow and it's next to impossible to spot even when the snow's melted," Bill said. He snapped his fingers and there it was. That blue, deal-sealing fire.

He held his hand up to the snow, it quickly receding from the heat of the fire. Soon a good chunk of snow around the triangle was melted, revealing forest floor and what seemed to be... a hole. Dark and deep. "Ah! So you've noticed it!" Bill said with a- what you would assume to be- happy expression. "Very, very few humans notice it. And even then they can never trace it back. It's funny to watch them scratching their heads in confusion when they lose sight of it." Bill looked at the hole himself, and proceeded to drop his altitude until he was standing on the ground, those thin, black legs somehow managing to keep balance. "Help me with this. Stand right next to me and just slam your foot on the hole."

You nodded and stood next to Bill, lifting up your foot, "If I'm gonna do this... what was the point in you standing on the ground?"

Bill chuckled, it seemed strange and berating, "Because if I don't, the living dirt under your feet will devour you faster than you could ever beg for mercy. It takes energy to open that hole, and even more to keep it from ripping your flesh from your bones. And I happen to be entirely energy."

You shivered. Dirt that eats you... it was bad enough sinkholes existed. Now you had to worry about living dirt? You hesitated.

"Don't worry. It won't eat you if you just walked on it. It only eats when it's... AGGRIVATED!" Bill pulled your foot down with some incredible invisible force and the hole that was once only an inch or so wide suddenly opened up to a five foot diameter.

You fell and landed with a loud thud onto the painful stone floor below. The dirt above you that was once rigid and lifeless suddenly began to writhe and throb, moving toward you as grimy, pine-needle-covered hands began to form at the ends. You tried to move, but you were held still by something you couldn't see.

The moon shining through the whole lot up the dirt's silhouette, giving it an even more terrifying appearance. The fingers slowly became animated and began to move in twisted ways, broken and twitchy. You let out a high pitched scream.