oracle | bill cipher

part v. | child psychic

And there's nothing.

There is no flood of memories, no flow of thoughts, no vault of your deepest, darkest secrets. There's nothing. Zilch, nada, zip. It's like he's made contact with a brick wall.

A frown crosses his face. He furrows his brows, trying to concentrate more. He contributes more energy into the task, but it only bounces back off. Your mind won't let him in. It's weird. This sort of thing has never happened before. He doesn't like it. Not one bit.

"... You alright there, bud?" You open an eye to look at him. You had screwed them shut earlier, knowing if you made eye-contact during the whole thing, it'd be ten times more awkward. "You look like you just sucked on a lemon."

"Oh, har har." He rolls his eyes, letting his hands drop to his side. He eyes you suspiciously. "... You sure you've never made a deal with a demon before?"

You screw up your face in confusion. "Bill, I didn't even know demons actually existed until, like, yesterday. If I did make a deal with a demon, how would I even know? It's not like my hand lights up in blue flames everytime I shake hands with someone."

The Dream Demon looks even more frustrated. He lets out a huff, crossing his arms. "I just don't get why I can't get into your mind! It's easy to do it with these other meat-sacks, but your mind just keeps rejecting me! I'm an all-powerful Dream Demon! I should be able to do this!"

His body starts to go red. The blond hair turns a bright red, visible eye going crimson with a black cat-like pupil. His skin even turns a scarlet hue. There's heat radiating off of him as well.

All you can think to do is throw a decorative pillow from your couch at him. "Calm down! I don't want you setting my couch on fire!"

Bill takes a deep breath and returns back to a yellow hue. He seems embarrassed, averting your eyes. "... Sorry 'bout that."

You let put a sigh in relief. "Whatever. Just don't burn down my house. Please… and what do you mean you can't get into my mind?... Isn't that, like, your thing?"

He huffs, throwing his head back so it lolls over the side of the couch. "You tell me! It's your stupid mind! I should be able to access your innermost thoughts no problem, but it's like your head is locking me out."

"... So you can't stop the dreams?"

His head snaps to look at you. He's never seen you this disappointed. There's a frown on your face. Your hands are in your lap, gaze cast downwards. Bill sighs.

"Sorry, Curator. If I could help you, I would." He bites his bottom lip, zoning out as he thinks aloud. "This has never happened before. This shouldn't happen… I'm not really sure what's going on."

"It's fine, Bill." You stand up and stretch. "I've dealt with these dreams this long - I can handle a few more… I've gotta get ready for work. You coming?"

He nods, waving a hand in dismissal. "Go get ready. I'll be here when you get back."

You leave the room, but he's still caught up on how he can't read your mind. It's not the most difficult of tasks - he tends to read minds even when he doesn't mean to. Even when he's just walking through a crowd, he picks up on snippets of thoughts. It makes no sense that he can't read your mind - not when he can read other humans'. He frowns.

Just another mystery to add to Gravity Falls' collection.

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"Didn't you hear? We're closing the library today."

You watch as the head librarian turns her key into the lock, effectively closing the building. Bill stands by your side and gives you a look. Your hand grips your coffee cup a bit harder in annoyance. You had gotten ready for nothing. Couldn't someone have texted you before you got all ready for work?