His Little Dove (Bill Cipher X Reader)

I Make New Friends

Ever since his clairvoyance came back, more and more magic is returning to my friend. We would be celebrating and checking out what Bill can do, but the human body  can't handle that much magic and Bill is sick. Very sick. I sit next to Bill, who is lying in a comfortable spot in the attic. His skin is as yellow as his triangular form and he weakly complains that moving is like meeting death: Bill talk for pain he doesn't find amusing. I haven't left his side the entire time with the only exception being using the bathroom. I don't want to miss seeing what Bill's true physical form might look like.

Melody comes upstairs with two plates in her hands, "I'd appreciate it if the person who can walk brings up food instead of someone else doing it for them."

I look up at Melody, "I'm sorry, I don't want to miss out." Melody frowns slightly, but her frown soon turns into a smile as she hands the two of us our plates.

"I get it," Melody gently says, "If Soos is about to go through something big in his life, I'm better off hiring somebody to keep this place running. I wouldn't want to miss a big event in Soos' life for anything in the world." I softly smile. I watch Bill struggle to feed himself. His leathery hands shake and tears barely stay in his eyes as he does his best to keep his mouth open long enough for food to get in. I gently get up and put my hand on the back of his, frowning.

"Melody, he's been barely able to talk today," I say, "I doubt he'll be able to eat." Bill's skin flashes a yellow light right before he drops his plate and cling on to me. I look at Melody with worry.

Such a reaction of pain from Bill is terrifying, even to Melody. Normally pain is how Bill would seek thrill and have fun. The pain Bill would deliberately inflict on himself isn't from whatever is happening to his body, however, especially since he's holding on to someone. Since none of the demon experts would be of much help, all I can do is hope that the glow is a good sign.

"Are you sure you don't want Stanford up here?" Melody asks.

"Ford's more likely to kill Bill than to help him," I say, "But thank you for the offer."

"Well, don't be afraid to say something if anything is ever needed," Melody hesitantly says before she turns back to the stairs, "We really do miss having you at the dinner table." Melody makes her way down the stairs. Now I'm alone with Bill. His pain is still the worst it's ever been, but there's not much I can do.

"It'll be over soon," I tell Bill. I stroke a hand through his hair, only for a clump of it to stick on my hand. I look at my hand in disgust. It takes a while, but Bill soon lets go of me and lies on his back. I proceed to eat from my own plate before cleaning up the mess Bill made.

It was the middle of the night when it finally happened. 3:30 am, to be exact. Bill's screaming wake me up and I hurry to make sure he isn't dying. I can't get close to him, though. The sight of Bill stings my eyes and I have to avert my eyes as everything turns dark and color fades away. Everything warps and when color finally returns, Bill's screams are now laughter and he's...a pyramid!

"Finally! It feels good to be back!" The demon glows every time as he speaks with excitement.

I approach Bill with a smile on my face, "Your physical form is beautiful." I cautiously put a hand on one of his sides, curious as to how the new form feels. My hand goes through the side. Its consistency turns into water.

"GAH-" I back up, "Woah!" I look at my hand. It's completely fine.

"What, don't feel like going inside me, Dove?" Bill asks.

"Oh- I- uh-" I can feel my stomach doing gymnastics, "How-how about we save g-going inside each other f-for-for the third date???"  Bill laughs off my stammering before he floats himself back to the window. I stay silent.