oh billy... | Bill Cipher x Reader

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At this point, I expect some type of response, good or bad, but all he does is sit there and continue to stare at the floor of my bedroom. I shrug and roll my eyes once again, I don't know what's going on in that head of his, but I know I can't do anything about it unless he communicates such thoughts. Until then, I'm going to continue reading. I walk past him, heading to the back of my bed as I slip in my covers and pick up the book I was attempting to read before I was, once again, interrupted.

"I want, no, I need to show everybody what they are missing."


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— HOME // (Y/N'S) POV —

I look at him sitting on my bed with his back still turned away from me, all I can do is tilt my head in confusion, absolutely clueless to what he is attempting to communicate. I sit up straight, directing my full attention to him as I patiently wait for him to resume speaking.


"Humans are such a stupid species." He states bluntly.


I can't help but roll my eyes, however, I do my best to hold back a response, allowing him to speak his mind without obstructing his thought processes.


"Your bodies are the result of a pitiful mutation, and they require way too much upkeep. These ridiculous bags of flesh prevent you from seeing and experiencing so many things around you. They are so irritatingly constricting. I'm certain that all of this is merely another punishment from that damned axolotl, but I recognize that I can't let this deter me." He pauses.


A frown forms on my face as I listen to him speak, but at the same time I suddenly realize, for the first time, he's being completely honest. 

"All I want is to show everybody what they're missing, is that really so bad, (y/n)? I have the power to free everyone from their pathetic, delusional, and naive way of living, so shouldn't they be grateful? No, apparently not, instead, everyone looks at me as if I'm a monster, some deplorable creature that shouldn't have ever even existed!" He begins to get frustrated, his voice raising in volume as his breathing starts to grow unsteady.


I'm unsure of the appropriate way to reply, given his tendency for unpredictable aggressive behavior. I take a deep breath as I prepare myself for the repercussions my next actions could bring.


"Okay, first of all, turn around," I command. I hear him grumble and scoff, nonetheless he surprisingly complies with my demand, turning around and shifting his body to face me. He refuses to make eye contact, simply staring at the mattress we are seated upon.


"I understand, and I am listening to what you're saying, but Bill, you're just repeating the same mistakes you made in your home dimension. You feel guilty and regretful, and it's obvious you're traumatized, you can barely even remember what happened that day. If you follow through with what you're planning to do, despite the good intentions I know you feel you have, it will only result in more pain, more suffering, and more regret. You will never find the peaceful chaos you're looking for by constantly making the same mistakes over and over again. How have you not understood that yet?" I realize I'm yelling as I finish that sentence; I look down and calm myself down. I collect myself and look at Bill, who is speechless. I resist the urge to crack a smile and compose myself as I start to speak up in order to finalize my thoughts while I have the opportunity.


"Did you honestly learn nothing from the ten fucking years you were trapped in the theraprism? I'm sorry, but seriously, I know you're egotistical and narcissistic, but fuck, I really do have my work cut out for me, huh?" I take a moment, sigh, and direct my gaze at him bearing the most serious expression I can muster.


"Regardless of whether you listen to me or take my advice, if you truly want to achieve the future you're working towards, with the way you're attempting to go about it, it will never work. There's no other way I can say it, it will simply never work. Until you realize that, you will continue to refuse any type of genuine help or support, and that, Bill Cipher, is, and has always been, your greatest weakness."


I can't help but let out a light chuckle before continuing my statement.


"You'll never be satisfied."

"You want to know why, William, because you're clearly too afraid to genuinely look within yourself and confront what you know you've actually been searching for all this time."


Silence.


"Come on, be honest with me here, am I right or am I wrong? Enlighten me, Bill, I'm all ears."

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All I am given in response is a blank face and the swift action of him retreating from my bed and out the door in absolute silence, unintentionally leaving me with the answer I desired. 


"Well then, that went a lot less violent than I anticipated," I state to myself.


I sigh and shrug my shoulders, tucking myself comfortably into my bedsheets. 


"At least now I can finally read in peace."