𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 (Bill Cipher x Reader x Dipper Pines)

𝘓𝘝: 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘙𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦

꧁𓊈* (-) *𓊉꧂

Written on 09/29/2024

The world rumbled as (Y/n) came back into consciousness. She could smell the smoke and ashes of the world outside, and the sound of Bill's loud laughter rung through her foggy ears. Her crimson gaze unveiled slowly to the world, recovering from the sleeping drug she'd been put under. The first thing she felt was that she was laying over a large stone chair, and that she was much larger than she normally was. Her talons shifted under her weight and her wings drooped at her sides, slowly recovering from the deep sleep she'd been under only moments ago. She was sitting on top of Bill's throne and still in her demonic bird form, sitting folded up in the middle of the black chromatic room. Her black feathers shifted over her figure as she looked up and explored the room with her eyes, slitted pupils etching themselves along the corners of the room.

As her memories of what happened returned, so did her strength. Large talons scraped across the stone as a dull burning anger filled her chest, shadowy feathers moving against one another with a sleek rustling sound as she stood. (Y/n)'s draped figure slowly peeled off of the stone, her wings draped at her sides for balance. Her long neck lifted slowly from her curled position, craning over the black stone below her. She could faintly hear Bill outside laughing, and people yelling out in fear. A loud explosion followed, and she picked apart a yell from Dipper, calling out to Stanford in terror. The shadows of (Y/n)'s feathers began to melt and disappear, leaving her human form sitting on her knees in its place, her (w/c) wings half spread at her back. The humanoid stood up and rubbed at her eyes, her head foggy but clearing quickly. One of her clawed hands reached out in front of her and turned it in the air, lines of magic appearing eagerly at her fingers as she moved it in a clockwise motion.

The effects of the sleeping drug she'd been given began to lessen faster under her magic, easily spinning the time around her faster. Lucidity lapped at her mind quickly, and the anger se felt increased. She'd been tricked by Toby, and (Y/n) didn't take kindly to being fooled. Her wingtips stretched out behind her and the girl swooped down toward the entrance of the Fearamid, a shadow of black following each move. Her wing beats were silent as she glided easily down through the castle's open mouth, Stanley pulling harshly against his confines as she phased by. The bright red chroma of the outside world stung (Y/n)'s eyes but they were quick to adjust to the scene below. The army had thinned by a lot now, their numbers having dwindled down to the hundreds as they hid among buildings and shot at her undead from the cover of rotting homes. Many of their comrades had either been mauled or bitten and turned into zombies themselves, haggering the streets in search of their living friends. While they had also done a fair job sniping down many of the rotting bodies, more kept pouring in from the forest around them.

The floating islands had been torn apart.

On one Bill floated still, watching with glee as people below got eaten, he floating over hundreds of her feather knives from fighting the Pines' before. On the cliffside far below, TobyTime fought off monsters of her own corruption, looking tired and weak. He was still covered in small holes where her daggers had hit him before, and Stanford didn't look much better beside him. They were backed up against a literal wall, shooting wildly out into the zombie crowd with what looked like a microphone in one hand? Mabel clutched the bleeding wound down her arm from (Y/n)'s attack earlier, messily bandaged by a ripped shirt and tired tightly against her reddened skin. She was using a flame thrower to torch the undead coming at her, standing in front of TobyTime as he shot beam of hot magic into the grouped undead. Dipper looked tired at her side, looking up at Bill as he watched their struggle.