Book 1 (Bill Cipher x Reader)

Chapter 9: Gsv yrttvi krxgfiv

"What the hell?" he yelled out in anger, "What was all that?"

"Hello to you too Bill"

"What are you doing?" he asked a bit more harshly. He wanted answers, not as he cared about you but because if you die then he has to start from square one.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not the one doing anything, " he pouted, "You are"

"Hmm you're doing something, " Bill felt chills once he heard this, "I have to fix what you're doing." and just like that he felt something on his bowtie. It was too dark for him to see what but he assumed it was a finger.

"Listen you hag, " he said pushing the finger away from himself, " you're getting in my plans. So I suggest you listen to me.

"You may be a demon, " they said, completely ignoring him, "But I am a god ".

"Listen here-" he started before being interrupted "No you listen here. You don't know the big picture, you don't know anything, Cipher. Don't act like you do because you barely know half of the story."

And with that, he felt a gust of wind push him out. 'That bitch' he was beyond annoyed, and pissed, and confused. He knew exactly what he was gonna do, steal your book, steal your body, make a new body, figure out a way to make an interdimensional rift or something alike, then began something he called Weirdmageddon. Everything sounded right to him, it all checked out.

"If they get in my plans, it's over for them" With a snap of his fingers he was back in your house. He began looking around for you, seeing that the mess was all cleaned up. He went over to the kitchen seeing something new on the island, it was photos. It was a stack of photos when he got a better look he saw two people, one with (h/c) hair going to their shoulders and another with (h/c) hair, his was shorters than the women to his left. He quickly figured that these photos were photos of your parents.

He remember when going through your memories that your mother had died not too long ago. He sighed, pushing the top photo off of the stack to see the next one, this time your mother was wearing a white dress while your father was wearing a black suit. Your mother had a bouquet of all different types of (a/c) flowers. He kept looking through them finding each one interesting. They looked really happy together, in all the photos they were either smiling or hugging, there was even one where your dad kissed your mother's cheek in surprise. He noticed how you weren't in any of the photos, but he wasn't surprised.

He shook his head (body) and made his way upstairs to look for you. As guessed you fell asleep on your desk, laptop still open. He took a look at your computer screen, it showed your wallpaper, your mouse was hovering right above an app. It was a green square with a white circle in the middle, under it read "Spotify". He looked at the background, seeing it was a little bear reading a book and on top of him was a duck also reading a book. He looked back down at you seeing you squish something between your head and forearm, it seemed to be a small plush of soarts. He rolled his eyes 'stupid book worm', he floated right down to the living room, right down to the couch. He laid down putting one leg on top of the other, and his arms behind his head (body shape thing).

"You don't know the big picture, you don't know anything, Cipher." it replayed over and over again. Was he really missing something? Well, whatever it was he made sure it wouldn't interfere with his plans.

He turned facing the TV, he looked at the black screen, and slowly his eyes started to head elsewhere. From the TV to the coffee table and finally to the bag on top of one big box. He decided to take a look at your books. Rummaging through the whole stack feeling around for one book that felt just right. Once he found one he pulled it out, it was a teal book the white letters wrote "The Hating Game", with two people on it a girl in a yellow dress in the back and a guy up in the front with a white button-up and a yellow tie.

He laughed throwing it on the sofa, he contuiend to do this with all the books you bought. After a while, it got boring, not because he ran out of books but because you had so many. 'So board' he thought to himself realizing he still had a job to do, 'The journal' he thought flying up to the second floor.

He went to the second room, the room to the right of yours. When he opened the door he looked at it in utter horror. Everywhere he turned he could only see books, there was only an opening for the door and the light switch, still right under it were floating books. In the middle there were smaller bookshelves, on the other side of these book shelves were small sofas, and in the middle sat a small coffee table. 'This is gonna take a while,' he thought to himself pinching the top of his eye. He began his search for a marron-like spine, with two gold prongs.

He started with the wall with the light switch. He began grabbing every book that looked like it and threw it on the floor, he kept doing this for all 4 walls. He began looking in the shelves in the middle, they were smaller shelves so it was more bearable. Once again he was unsuccessful, he sighed throwing the book he had in his hands on the floor. He sighed floating over to the couch taking a seat. "Where in the hell could this book even be?" he mumbled in frustration, he closed his eye trying to regain some of his sanity. To him it felt like everywhere he turned was just books. Once he calimed down and opened them once more, he saw in the corner of his eye something shiny. He got up and floated even closer, 'could this really be it?'.

The answer to that is yes, it could and it was. There he held a book almost the size of himself. There was his key to everything, he laughed to himself finally finding it, "After hours of looking for this stupid book, in this stupid book room," he said hugging the book, "I found it".

'Thanks (y/n)'

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