His Forever (Bill Cipher x Reader)

Part IV

     "Do you think I could have some time to think about it," you asked him.

Bill perked up, just a little bit, and a bit of the guilty feeling left you.

Maybe it was a bad idea, but as odd as it was, maybe hearing him out wouldn't be the end of the world... (Well, it could be, but it seemed unlikely.)

     "Sure," he said in his usual cheery tone, "Of course, whatever you need, sugar-pop."

You paused. "Sugar-pop?"

He laughed, like he does, and replied, "Oh, the pet names a little too much for ya'?"

"A little," you said back, "but I don't know... how to feel about it, how to feel about any of this?"

     Bill smiled. "Well, you've got questions, I've got answers, sweethea- uh, (y/n)."

You were hesitant. Despite not understanding a thing, you had no clue where to start.

     "Are... are you real," you decided on, "or am I just crazy?"

Your betrothed floated around the room as he talked. "Sounds like two separate questions to me, but what's your definition of crazy?"

     Trying to keep your eyes on him was hard, he didn't seem to like staying still.

"Like, are you a hallucination," you asked.

"Yes and no," he told you.

     Great, that helps so much.

     "What's that supposed to mean," you asked, getting a little frustrated, "I thought you said you were gonna answer me."

"I never said you were gonna like the answers," he replied, smugly, "I'm just being honest though."

     You sighed, and he looked towards you, looking a little off himself.

"And in all honesty," he said, "I can explain in a way you might understand better, I'm sorry."

You looked up at him FAST.

     He was SORRY? He was going to explain something EASILY to you?

"What kind of trick is this," you said, curling up a little more.

     Bill raised his eyebrow as his eyelid lowered. "Ouch."

Your turn to feel guilty again. 

     "Sorry," you said, "I've just never pictured you... like this? 

Is that rude to say?"

"Maybe a little," he replied, "but it's okay, I understand."

     His little, black hand reached across your bed, setting your phone between the two of you.

The screen opened to a number lock, and he asked, "What's your name again? Last name I mean."

"What do you need th-"

"Last name," he asked again, in a sing-songy way.