Platonic yandere Bill cipher x Teen reader
The sky above the forest stretched endlessly, painted with the colors of dusk. You had ventured far beyond the usual paths, following the whispers of curiosity that seemed to pull you deeper. But it wasn't until you found the journal-an old, tattered thing, pages filled with cryptic symbols-that things started to change.
At first, it was little things. Dreams of a strange, triangular figure, always watching. Whispers at the edge of your mind when you were alone. Then, one day, as you sat in your room trying to decipher one of the symbols in the journal, he appeared.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here!"
The voice was sharp, too sharp, and you whipped around to see him. A floating yellow triangle with a top hat and bow tie. An eye blinked in the middle of his form, and a crooked grin stretched across the space beneath it.
"You... you're real?" you whispered, backing away.
"Of course, I'm real!" he cackled, spinning in place. "The one and only, Bill Cipher! Interdimensional dream demon extraordinaire!" He paused, leaning in close to you, his single eye narrowing. "And it seems like you've been poking around in things you shouldn't have."
You swallowed, unsure of what to say. He didn't give you a chance to respond.
"Now, now, don't be scared, kid," Bill purred, floating closer, his eye almost touching your forehead. "We're gonna have a lot of fun together, you and me."
That was the beginning.
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Days passed, and Bill became an unavoidable presence in your life. He showed up whenever he pleased, popping into your room, your dreams, even your thoughts. You quickly realized that he was everywhere-and nowhere. He had no physical form you could push away, no buttons you could press to make him leave. He was always watching, always waiting.
"Why do you keep doing this?" you demanded one afternoon, slamming your fists down on your desk as Bill hovered lazily above you. "Why won't you just leave me alone?"
Bill's eye widened dramatically. "Leave you alone? Ha! That's a good one, kid." He floated down until he was level with your face. "I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. You're far too interesting."
You glared at him, frustration bubbling up inside you. "I'm not a toy for you to play with!"
"Oh, but you are," Bill countered, his voice low and sweet, like he was explaining something very simple to a child. "You see, out of all the miserable, boring humans out there, you're special. Your mind, the way you think, it's fascinating. And when something fascinates me, I don't let it go."
His words sent a chill down your spine. No matter how many times you told him to leave, no matter how many times you tried to ignore him, he always came back. It was like he was tied to you, woven into the fabric of your reality.
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Weeks passed. You tried to live your life normally, but Bill's constant presence made it nearly impossible. He messed with your friends, whispering things in their ears that turned them against you. He sabotaged your work, rewriting your papers with nonsense symbols and riddles. He was everywhere, infecting every aspect of your life.
"Why are you doing this?" you asked one night, sitting on the edge of your bed, staring out the window. Bill floated nearby, his eye half-lidded as if he were bored.
"You're mine," he said simply. "No one else gets to have you. No one else gets to be around you. It's just you and me, kid."
You clenched your fists, anger and fear swirling in your chest. "I never asked for this."
