Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Stop Him

Ooh did you choose this one first? I always like a bit of the feels as well. (Warning, this and the other chapter are going to be SUPER LONG. I wanted to make these super well-written, but that was at the cost of me not thinking how long these are actually going to be. So what would normally span between a few chapters is now one really long chapter. Have fun~)

There you were. One more ridge to climb over and you would be practically in Bill's face. You climbed diligently, full of purpose and determination. You knew exactly what you were going to do the moment you got up to the rock Bill should be on top of.

You were going to save him.

You climbed over the ridge and beheld a sight that would have given anyone a heart attack. Etched into the snow were arcane runes surrounding a satanic-looking circle, a triangle being in the middle. Instantly you recognized the glowing geometric shape that was Bill Cipher, and you hurriedly climbed down the rest of the ridge, tripping and tumbling the rest of the way.

Bill must have heard the dull fuff coming from your impact into the snow, as he turned away from whatever incantation he was performing to look back at freezing, snow-covered you. You were shaking, not from fear, but from near hypothermia. You began to realize how little energy you had, as you could barely lift your head up and out of the snow to look back at Bill. Your hat was frozen to your skull, and your jacket made horrid cracking noises as you slowly got to your feet to stand, pale and exhausted, before Bill.

Bill's one-eyed expression was... curious. It seemed like a blank stare toward you, cold and unmoving. Neither of you spoke a word for what felt like eons. You just stared at each other.

You were the first one to utter a sound, "Bill... I'm sorry."

Bill tilted a little. He squinted his one eye at you. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, suspicion in his tone.

"What I mean is... I'm sorry for not trusting you. For not believing you were different from what you were before," you replied quietly, feeling as if your lungs were just as frozen as the rest of you. "And I... I know that you've been through a lot of new things because of me. And... I'm sorry."

Bill's cold expression got a little warmer, and the mixture of red and blue that was tinting his yellow exterior slowly began to fade away. He believed you.

You were so happy you could have jumped for joy. You thought he would never take you back. In fact, during your trip there, you thought he might kill you the moment you showed your face. But he didn't. He believed you.

You would have hugged the yellow Dorito if you could move, but you began to feel yourself fading. Your vision was starting to blur, and the quick pace your heart went when you looked upon Bill was slowing. You were so cold. So, unbearably cold. You couldn't think straight. All you could think was, Cold. So... so cold... I'm... I'm freezing... The sweat dripping from your face froze in your pores as what color was left drained from you. Your arms gave out. You could no longer feel your arms. All you felt was cold. So very cold.

"(Y/N)...?" Bill asked, looking at your still face, your eyes half closed. "(Y/N), are you okay? Why... why do you keep saying cold...?"

You couldn't respond. Your lips were frozen shut. They were blue. Your muscles tightened. You suddenly felt a blast of heat radiate throughout your body, like you had a fever. Your muscles loosened again and you collapsed into the cold snow. You returned to freezing. Your breathing slowed to almost nothing, your chest barely rising. Your heartbeat was quiet. You could barely feel your pulse. You were cold. All you could think was cold. All you felt was cold. But it felt welcoming. It wanted you to sleep. You wanted to sleep. All you needed... was sleep.