oh billy... | Bill Cipher x Reader

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~ i knew we'd meet again, even in a different form, a different time, i knew we'd meet again... some sunny day.

— OUR UNIVERSE / PRESENT TIME / (Y/N'S) POV —

"Dad, you don't fucking listen to me. You never do, and you never have-"

"No, you listen to me! You and your mother are always so dramatic. Everything you're saying you've gone through, all the quote-on-quote abuse you say mom and I put you through, never happened. Your 'trauma' isn't as bad as you think it is. Get over yourself." My father said over the phone.

'I can't. I moved out of that godforsaken house for a reason. I am not willing to put up with this goddamn bullshit anymore.'

"You know what, Dad, when you're ready to listen, truly listen to me, let me know. Until then, do NOT contact me. I don't want anything to fucking do with you." I hang up the call in anger, throwing it on my bed, and screaming internally.

'This is why I abuse substances.'

'Okay, let's just calm down. I'm stressed enough as it is, I'm not letting my dumbass father add to my already crippling mental state.'

Breathing in and out, I calm down and promptly start heading to my kitchen to pick my poison for the night. Opening my liquor cabinet, I allow my hand to reach for the bottle of vodka on the top shelf, determining I require something much stronger than usual, especially after that fiasco.

3 or 4 straight shots deep, I hear someone ring my fuckin' doorbell.

"It's like 1 am, who the fuck is at my door?" I groan and trudge to the door. Upon opening the door, I see my neighbor, Vanessa.

"Oh! Hey, Ness, what's up, everything okay?" I ask, curiosity evident in my voice.

"Hi! Sorry to bother you, (y/n). I just got off my shift and noticed this package outside your door. I didn't want someone to steal it, and I wasn't sure if you knew it was there, and I know you're a night owl, so I thought, you know-" For a stripper, who dances on a pole for money (absolutely no judgment, been there, done it too, got her the job) she's still so nervous and self-conscious about herself. I had hoped getting her the whole pole dancing and stripping job would encourage her to be more confident in herself, but old habits die hard, I guess. Even so, I know things like that take time, so I give the girl some slack.

"Ness, you are a literal angel, you know that, right? Genuinely, thank you so much. I've been waitin' for this to get delivered for-fucking-ever, and I probably would've killed myself if it got stolen. So, once again, thank you." Interrupting her before she goes into a tangent. I grab the package from her hands and give her a big ass hug. She straightens up and laughs nervously.

"You don't have to thank me, it's honestly the least I could do after everything you've done for me, (y/n)." She stutters out with an awkward smile as I release her from the hug.

"Oh shush! I barely even did anything! I just introduced you to a person who knew some people, you did all the hard work yourself, so don't give me the credit!" I state knowingly.

"If you say so, but still, I wouldn't be able to pay my rent if it wasn't for you." She says sheepishly.

"I know you just got off work, but I'm having some drinks tonight. You can come and join me if you want."

"Ahh! I'd love to, and I want to so bad, but I have a class I gotta study for because I got an exam tomorrow. If it was literally any other day, I'd join without hesitation."

"It's okay, don't apologize, college is much more important than a night of debauchery, go study and ace that exam!"

"Yes ma'am!" She salutes jokingly, and I chuckle in return.

"Goodnight, Ness, I'll see you soon. Let me know how the exam goes, and remember, I'm only a knock away if you ever need anything." I smile.

"Thank you, (y/n)! I will let you know as soon as I get the results back! Goodnight!" She says as she walks to the entrance of her apartment, just a few steps away from mine. I smile and wave goodbye as I close my door and step back into my apartment.

I grin and almost jump in excitement as I tear open the package I'm holding. In my hands, is the special edition of The Book of Bill. I bolt back to my living room and swiftly pour myself another shot, immediately drinking the alcoholic contents, feeling the liquor burn the back of my throat. I lay back on my couch and get comfortable, haphazardly throwing a nearby blanket on top of me. Wasting no time, I open the book and begin reading.

- TIME SKIP // TWO HOURS LATER -

"I fuckin' knew Billford was canon." I giggle to myself as I read about Bill going to a bar after his breakup with Stanford. Turning the page, I read about Weirdmageddon and how Bill was defeated by Stan and Ford, frowning as I recall the events in the show. I continue to read, somehow getting even more invested as I read the words, "After infinite disappointments, infinite failures, I've found a human partner who won't double-cross me or jerk me around! One who UNDERSTANDS the TRAGEDY of my GREAT VISION DENIED! I'VE FOUND YOU!"

I flip to the next page once again, reading his plan, reading the final question at the bottom of the page, "ARE YOU WITH ME?"

'Yes, always and forever.'



I say in my head as I try to flip to the next page but the book glitches and violently shakes in my hand. The book flies out of my hand and lands on the table in front of me, opening to what looks to be the final page of the book. I can't help but look closer, reaching my hand toward the book as I read the glowing words inscribed on the page.

"Finally, someone let me out. . ." I read, feeling my body get pulled and twisted into the book until everything goes black.

— DIMENSION #5150 - THERAPRISM / PRESENT TIME / BILL CIPHER'S POV —

"Sometimes, apologizing is all that's necessary for a person to see you differently, for them to empathize with you." Dr. Dumbass states repetitively.

I try to respond, attempting to restate that I don't care what these insolent creatures have to say about my behavior, when I suddenly feel my soul being pulled from my perfect scalene body. All I can do is scream in what I consider to be pain until everything goes dark.