His Little Dove (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Traumatizing Children to Exist

Note: I forgot to publish this on Saturday, apologies

After I made my promise, Bill has become much more cooperative with "table manners training." He keeps his elbows off the table, sit with a good posture, use silverware...everything! Dipper is quite baffled by how fast Bill improved for one promise.

"What?" Bill asks, "I know lots of things, including how sticklers eat."

"You're telling me you knew dining etiquette this WHOLE TIME??" Dipper takes a deep breath, "Fine...fine, go learn to be a good person or something. Your etiquette will be tested at dinner." Dipper shoves his hands into pockets and turns to leave. His face carries a scowl and his body is hunched over.

"I heard that Melody is making a special surprise tonight," Mabel says in a sing-songy voice. Mabel goes off to calm her brother down, leaving me and Bill alone. Without supervision. In the same room. Oh no...not the weird feeling again!

"You got a fever, Dove?" I look up and jump back as I realize that Bill is suddenly right in front of me, "Let's spread it!" Bill grabs my wrist and drags me out of the shack before I can deny any fever.

We swiftly make it to the nearest convenience store. Bill is still practically bouncing on his feet with the world's biggest grin. His eyes sparkle. Bill keeps trying to wander off, but I always pull him back.

"Come on, Dove, cough on me!" Bill says, "We can double whatever you caught and chase the people out of here."

"I'm not sick!" I finally say, "Bill, my promise for mischief wasn't genuine. I can't be a bad influence." Bill's excitement vanishes as soon as it came. He strains himself to keep smiling. His bouncing stops.

"I went through Hell because you told me we were going to do something fun," Bill says through grit teeth, "Nobody has the right to con me, kid. That's my job!" Bill does everything he can to keep his voice steady, he paces back and forth. Angry energy builds up inside him, and it's hard to tell when it's going to spill out and how it will be directed.

"Nobody said we can't have fun without causing-" Bill swings his fist right at me. I flinch back. When the demon misses, he immediately turns to a store shelf and pushes everything to the ground. Everything goes down in a loud ruckus. Bill turns back towards me. His body moves as he breathes heavily.

"I'M GOING TO HURT YOU IF YOU DON'T GET AWAY!" Bill shouts. Bill's hands are twitching as his feet are ready to move. I look into the fire in Bill's eyes, wondering if hurting me is what he wants. There's no time to draw a conclusion, though. Bill's hands finally close and he jumps at me.

I manage to get a shelf between us and run out of the store. My eyes sting from tears and my muscles don't want to move. The only fuel keeping me going is adrenaline. Of course, as with all fuel, it eventually runs out. I crash by the statue of the town's founder: Nathaniel Northwest. My limbs feel both heavy and weak. My presence captures a couple of glances and whispers, but I'm generally ignored.

I have been sitting at the statue for hours. The initial shock of everything that has happened is gone, but I'm in no mood to go back to the Mystery Shack. The western sun does nothing to keep me warm, neither do my fancy clothes, so I'm huddled up with myself in an attempt to stay warm.

"Well, now, ain't that a gloomy face?" A familiar hillbilly sits down next to me.

I look over to see it's Mcgucket, "Oh, hey." I go back to studying the concrete ground, as I have been doing for most of the hours I've been hanging out. Mcgucket stays sitting next to me for a few minutes before he gets up.