The Witch in the Woods (Bill Cipher x reader)

Chapter 27

Bill rushes over to you from the front door, looking quite banged up. His hair is in complete disarray, his clothes are charred and ripped to pieces, and you spot several bruises and cuts along the revealed patches of skin across his body. He's breathing heavily too as he enters, and you find yourself wondering what he is running from. There's sweat glistening off his forehead and an actively bleeding cut on his cheek that's slowly dripping to his chin.

"Bill, what the hell is going on!" Rather than relief or some sort of distinct fear of what's to come, all you feel is a deep rage settling into your bones. You're confused and not at all happy in how this is playing out. "Everything has been flipped, my head hurts, and I keep getting shown these stupid-!" You cut yourself off as he suddenly tackles you in a hug.

"I'm just glad I made it in time." Bill doesn't keep the hug for long, letting go only to grip you by the shoulders. "We need to get you out of here. It's dangerous." Your brow creases. "Yeah, because that explains everything. Where the hell are we?" You yank yourself away from his hold, taking a large step back. It feels like your anger is going completely unchecked. He sighs before beginning to explain. "Okay, look, we're in a...fake reality of sorts. That mirror that you found in your room? It's-"

"Cursed." Both you and Bill turn to see a strange event; Another Bill who appeared in the hallway leading to your bedroom. This one is much less trashed than the one you're currently talking to. His hair is slightly disheveled, but he otherwise looks perfectly fine. You decide to deem them Bill One and Bill Two respectively. You look between the two with an ever growing curiosity. Bill One does not look happy about the arrival of alternate Bill. "And what are you supposed to be, some vague copy of me? You're not doing a very good job. My hair never looks that greasy." You would laugh if you have any capacity to, but as it is, that spark of joy is long gone at this point.

"Ouch, starting the insults right out of the gate? That's very defensive of you." Bill Two approaches both of you, looking utterly calm which is in stark contrast to the other. "Let's cut to the chase here. We're in a mirror dimension that's inhabited by a demon who's slowly stealing your ability to feel emotions until you're so apathetic that you don't care if he's taking your soul." You blanch at the sudden and complete slap-in-the-face explanation given to you. You take a deep breath to quell your anger and turn away from the two to think to yourself.

You think over what has happened so far, and Bill Two seems to have given you a decent explanation. It gives you understanding as to why you've been shown old memories, as well as the emotional significance of them. It also explains why your anger seems so explosive in the last several minutes, considering you can hardly feel anything else. You can't recall what happened to you yesterday either, which explains how you came to be here. You take a deep breath and turn back around.

"Okay, I'll believe you for now." You look at both of them as they are glaring at each other, though they turn their attention to you once you speak. "But then that begs the question, what the fuck is going on here." You point to the both of them, obviously indicating the fact that there are two Bills instead of the usual one. As it is already, you can hardly tolerate having to deal with one.

"Obviously one of us is a fake, and the other is the real one trying to save you. Haven't you ever watched movies with this sort of plot point?" Bill One rolls his eyes at you, and if you weren't in such dire straits, you might have slapped him. Either way, he's right. You analyze the two in front of you, chewing on your lip as you think to yourself.

"Alright, so one of you is an asshole because they're trying to steal my soul and the other is an asshole because he still hasn't apologized for the bullshit he put me through at the shack." You begin to pace back and forth in a small path between the couch and the wall. "The question is who is who." Thinking to yourself, you figure you'll start with some questions to see if you can weed anything out through that path. You turn to stand directly in front of them, your glare as sharp as a knife.