The moment Beatrice regained consciousness; her mind was flooded with a single, overwhelming thought.
— ...The fuck?
The words escaped her lips in a whisper as a sudden, violent shiver coursed through her spine, sharp and relentless. The pain was so intense and unexpected that it forced a soft whine from her, her eyes squeezing shut in reflex. She took a few deep breaths, struggling to regain her composure as the sensation faded as quickly as it had struck.
When she finally opened her eyes again, the first thing she noticed was that she was no longer in the same spot in the forest where she'd passed out near the Mystery Shack. In fact, she wasn't even in the forest anymore.
Everything around her was washed in a strange, whitish hue—the sky, the grass beneath her fingertips, even the distant trees that seemed to blur at the edges of her vision. The place was unsettling, cold and empty.
— This isn't heaven nor hell... — She said as her black, curious yet scared orbs scanned and ate every little detail they could analyse.
— Ah! You're awake!
The voice made her freeze on the spot. The memory of the last thing she saw before passing out from the pain came to her, spilling like cold water. She turned her head back and noticed the same triangle, radiating yellow light, making him the only thing with some color in this sad, horrible place.
The triangle had a single eye, that remained glued to her with curiosity. It was expressive, despite the lack of mouth or any other feature, but his pupil was dilated, showing he liked what it was seeing.
— Hah! Cat got your tongue? — the same unsettling and playful voice asked.
Beatrice remained cold, not understanding what was going on anymore. Then, the triangle extended one of his arms to her, inches away from her face.
— Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Bill Cipher.
He said with a friendly tone and despite the weird and unknown situation, she found herself trusting him and extending her arm to shake his hand... The first of the worst mistakes she would make later.
— Beatr-
— Beatrice Alessa Berndsen. Yes, I know you. — Bill interrupted her, remarking exquisitely and emphasizing the part where he knew her. Squeezing her hand and shaking it a lot, making her somewhat grin. — Before you panic: Welcome to your mind, Alessa.
Bill said, letting go softly her hand and showing dramatically the whole gray and cold space. Beatrice looked around again, sighing.
— It's... sad. Gray and cold.
— The best minds look like this. Believe me, I've been on Socrates and Einstein's mind before. — He said, shrugging it off like it wasn't a big deal, but Bea got stuck at the "best minds" and unconsciously, her ego grew slightly at thinking that a mythical creature looked for her; but the other face of the coin was, that she was weak compared to him.
— I suppose... — She said. Bill knew she calmed down. — May I ask, what are we doing here? — Bea asked, placing her hands on the white grass to balance herself and stand up. No kind of pain appeared once she stood up.
— Sure, Miss Bea. — He said, even taking off his hat to show her respect. Stealing a shiver to her spine. — But first, let me tell you about my past and everything will make sense. — Bea nodded and he began, clearing his throat. — I'm a creature from another dimension as you can tell by my looks. Just like you, I grew up in a place that didn't let me exploit and discover my own potential, forcing me to belittle myself and adapting my powers to a small cage... Until I realized that I didn't want it to myself...—
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Bad Dilemma - Stanford Pines
Fanfiction- do you have any idea of what you've done, Beatrice? - Ford asked as he looked at the notebook, astonished. - umh... stole your heart? - She answered with a shy smile as he blushed immensely by her words. Was she wrong, though?
