Book 1 (Bill Cipher x Reader)

Chapter 23: sloorz zduv

"Ugh" you groaned pulling yourself up, so now your back was leaning against the sofa and your knees were up to your chest. Bill just laughed at your dazed state, he flew down to you sitting on the couch beside your shoulder.

"What was all that about, kid?" Bill asked swinging his legs back and forth. You began messing with the hem of your shirt, folding it in and out and wrapping your fingers with the fabric. It took you a few seconds to answer Bill, still trying to process what happened. Sure it wasn't the first time you got a nightmare, but you never had one that started off as a good dream.

"Just a bad dream," you said trying to shrug it off. You quickly got up checking the clock on your left. Bill rolled his eye at your borning answer, sure he knew why woke up, hell he was the reason you woke up but he wanted to hear you say it out loud. "Ugh it's already 7" you moaned flopping on the couch beside Bill.

"You know you sleep a lot right?" Bill said watching as you grabbed the costume packages from off the floor and threw them on the coffee table, "An unhealthy amount might I add."

"I have nothing better to do," you said grabbing a throw pillow and began to hug it, "besides reading and studying. But I always study when your out getting whatever you need," you began to explain in a rather friendly tone. "And whenever I read you come and bug me." you pouted, your once friendly tone changed to a rather annoyed one.

"Not true," Bill said sounding a bit hurt, "I read with you, I can't mess with you when I have my eye deep in a book,"

"Bill," you said trying to sound as serious as possible, "You always read on top of my head. You sit on my head and read." Once you said it out loud you realized how stupid you sounded, but it was the truth. Somehow, someway Bill manages to annoy you while you both were reading. Bill just began laughing, you trying to say that seriously was one thing, but your soft voice made it seem like you were a 5 year old pouting about something stupid. "Like why? I have perfectly good couches in that room," You began to rant as Bill continues to laugh, "I leave you room on this couch," you said pointing down at the couch you were sitting on, "I leave you space in my bed," You sounded upset but you weren't furious at him, it was like playful banter in your eyes.

"Very generous of you, " Bill said in a cocky tone, "But when I'm sitting on your head I don't have to see your face." You could practically feel his smile, " And thats the best part"

Without thinking you used the pillow and slammed it on Bill, a smile on your face as you hear an 'oof' come out from under the pillow. That smile only lasted for a few seconds, one minute you were on top of Bill covering his eye with a pillow the next you were buried under many pillows. You let out a small cry for help which only came out as a soft mumbled under the pillows.

"What can't hear you?" Bill said in a mocking tone, which somehow you were able to hear clearly. You began to struggle against Bill and his weird army of pillows.

"Bill get me out," you mumbled under the bunch of pillows. You didnt have many throw pillows but Bill grabbed some of the pillows in your room, the throw pillows in the little library, and the room next to it. Bill just laughed as he watched you struggle until suddenly his laughs were cut off by a pillow. This caught Bill off guard and gave you a chance to escape the pillow trap you were stuck in. Once you finally got out grabbing two pillows just in case Bill would revolt back you finally noticed everything was black and white.

Before you could even take in what was happening you were met with a pillow to the face, making you topple back a bit. It didnt take you long to regain your senses but there was still enough time for Bill to throw more pillows at you. You slowly moved backwards as each pillow hit you. You ended up dropping both pillows to use your arms as a shield, putting them in front of your face. Bill was too busy laughing to notice whatever problem you were facing. You managed to grab a pillow and throw it to where Bill was. Unfortunately for you, it missed by only a few inches, but you couldn't see that. All you could really see was a bunch of pillows and now your stuffed animals attacking you.

Bill however did notice, before he threw the pillow back at you he noticed some printing on the pillow. It wasn't printed onto the pillowcase, no, it was written in some sort of red liquid. As Bill began to read the message on the pillow, the attacks began to weaken and weaken slowly coming to an end. You sat on the stairs a bit dazed from what just happened, you were just attacked by an army of pillows and stuffed animals. After blinking your eyes a few times everything finally began to clear up. Once you opened your eyes you realized you were surrounded by pillows and stuffed animals. You let out a small sigh knowing you'd have to clean the now dirty pillows and stuffies on the floor. However that was a problem for another time, you just walked right past them not really caring if you stepped on one or not. You did pick up all your stuffed animals not feeling too pleased with them being on the floor.

After all that you flopped back onto the couch, with all the animals at your side and the pillows still on the floor. "I guess I win," you cheered confidently, putting your feet on top of the coffee table. You were never a competitive person, during PE or class debates you never put in much effort to win. You did what you had to, to pass never to beat others. But when you did win something it did feel good, especially winning against a stubborn, annoying demon. You sat there looking up at the ceiling waiting for a snarky response, or maybe another pillow to the face, but you were only met with silence. You looked over at where the triangle was, watching as he looked at one of your pillows.

Oddly enough you began to feel your heart race a bit, your smile slowly fell and you felt yourself messing with one of your nails. You watched as the pillow was quickly engulfed with blue flames and burned into ashes in less than a second. There you were left was a triangle, not a yellow one rather a red one. You slowly inched back on the couch trying not to make drastic moves.

"Bill?"

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remember, reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, bye!