"No one's monster"

Chapter 1 // Bill.

All of his work, his struggles, he was so close to what he wanted, he almost had it, he almost had the world. Who could've thought that him, Bill Cipher, the God, the dream demon, could end up like this? Went from world domination to therapy sessions which had no progress. Of course they didn't! Who did they think Bill was?

He hated it. He hated everything, he wanted to be free. And between us, he DID try to kill himself.. multiple times actually. It didn't work tho, he got quickly rescued every time he was close to doing something stupid. He just wanted to end the suffering, y'know? "Fuck this.. fuck everyone... this is fucking pathetic.. oh how I wish I could ju-" He got interrupted from his thoughts once the Axolotl arrived for the daily therapy session.

Ax: Mr. Cipher-

B: Call me Bill.. Mr. Cipher was my father.

Ax: Right.. Bill. We need to talk about something.

B: About what, exactly?

Ax: This therapy is not working, you are not showing any signs of getting better, in fact, you seem worse than ever.

B: Well yeah, of course! What'd you expect honestly?? I'm Bill fucking Cipher!

Ax: Bill, you didn't let me finish. Therapy is not working, so we'll have to give you a different kind of punishment.

B: So that means you're finally going to kill me? Is this true? I'll finally be free from this hell you call therapism? Oh, you don't understand how mu-

Ax: No, Bill. We are centrainly NOT going to do that. We were thinking of some.. different, type of punishment.

B: So you're not going to kill me? Great. Okay, so what kind of punishment?

Ax: Something that'll involve Stanford Pines. He, as much as you, deserve the punishment. You'll have to work community service at the place of your crime, the mystery shack. No powers.

Were they.. did they just say... WHAT?!? HE'S GOING TO WHAT?!? NO WHAT?!?! No, no, no, no, no, this is not possible. Sure, he certainly did not like where he was right now, but the MYSTERY SHACK? Oh no. He's not going back there, especially with no powers, and especially when SIXER was there.

B: WHAT?!? Oh no, I am NOT going back to THAT place. Especially after everything. They'll practically jump me. And NO POWERS?!? Do you realize I'm no way over 1 foot.

With one snap of a finger from the Axolotl, Bill, who was once a triangle, was a full human being. He fell on the floor, all weak. What was this? He was used to shape shifting, of course, but this time.. it was different. Changing his form against his will. He felt weak, pathetic, he didn't have the strength to get up. Just laying there, getting enough strength to raise up his hands, he looked at them.. human hands... He hadn't seen a flesh suit like this in decades, well, decades for him. Oh he fucking hated it, being unable to do anything. He tried his best to get up on his feet, and with barely any success, he managed to kind of stay up on his feet.

B: Wha-.. what did you...

Fuck. Why did it hurt to speak? He looked at his hands again, now noticing the cyan crack on his hands, which were all over his body. His throat hurt. Bad. He could barely talk.. this centrainly is not how he'd expect to end up like this.

B: F-.. fuck- urgh... N-now what..?

Without even answering, The Axolotl opened a portal, they both went through it and bam!! They were at the shack. Same old place Bill remembered. They knocked at the door. Bill 101% expected to see Stanford, probably holding a gun or something, he wouldn't blame him. But, instead, he saw the one he calls "Question Mark" a.k.a. Soos.

Him and The Axolotl started talking, Bill did not pay any attention at all, but, what caught his attention, was Soos agreeing. Wait what? Go the fuck back. Why would he ACCEPT?? Before Bill could protest, well he couldn't almost at all, The Axolotl disappeared. Now only Bill and Soos were left.

S?: So uh.. we have a free room, I suppose you can take it! C'mon, let me show you!

Soos started guiding Bill to a room, it was quite a small one, a bed and a night stand, but hey, it was better than whatever he at at therapism! It could've been worse.

S?: Wait here dude, I'll go get some blankets!

Soos ran off, searching for blankets, all Bill could do was stare at the room, the bed, the small window.. it was strange being there after everything, he felt out of place... And then, Soos appeared, placing the blankets on the bed.

S?: If you ever need new clothes or something, you could alw-

B: Why..?

Shit. It fucking hurts.

S?: What's that supposed to mean dude?

B: I literally-.. tried to kill y-... you.. your family.. the WHOLE world... why do you-... still accept to have me h-here..?

S?: Abuela always used to say "A broken pot won't ever be the same, even fixed, but even if you can't use it for it's purpose, you'll find it another purpose" or something like that-

B: You're.. such an i-.. idiot...

Soos shrugged, leaving, letting Bill get used to his new life from now on. Through that day he also met with Melody, as well as Abuela. He noticed the same thing in all three. Same saying.. "Maybe the purpose given to you wasn't the one you were meant for".. idiots. Trying to trust Bill. Who would, for their own safety, trust someone like HIM? How can humans be so stupid, so naive, so reckless, they had no idea what they could get themselves into, yet they're still trusting him. That's unlogical, it makes no fucking sense. Bill didn't have his place here, hell, he thought he didn't have a place anywhere, he wanted to be free, gone for good, who'd miss him? Really? The Axolotl? Like he's the first and only patient they had.

The day passed rather slowly for him, how he'd survive here? He hated everything here. He tried to get some sleep, maybe making time pass faster, y'know? Yeah no, did you really expect him to have some sleep after all this shit? He was in a foreign body, with foreign emotions, feelings, and so on. He couldn't for the hell of him close an eye. "Stupid Axolotl, stupid therapy, stupid punishment, couldn't they just kill me.." he laid on the bed for a few hours, then checked the time. 3 am. Great. What's he supposed to do now? Maybe start the so called "community service"? Nah- that doesn't sound like him at all.

Bill got up, rubbing his eyes, trying to stand up. His whole body still hurt, not as bad as before tho. He looked around, before throwing on a hoodie laying around, walking into the kitchen. He turned on the light, made himself a cup of coffee, and forced himself to drink some. Shit. It hurt when also eating or drinking.. what kind of punishment is this?

That day passed. Then another one. Then more days passed. Bill's routine was waking up, coffee, cashier at the shack and cleaning the shack, followed by a "Family Dinner" where he knew he had no place there. He was just.. the odd one... But.. the more he was there, the more he started to get to know each member. He made himself a type of journal where he wrote his thoughts and things like that.

First page started like this "Day one. Could observe everyone's a complete and total idiot. This 'you aren't a lost cause' typpa shit is the dumbest thing I've heard. Coming back with updates" "A few days in, information I've gathered on each walking meat suit:" It was like a mini documentary. He knew he wouldn't like it here, he was sure.

Author's note:

Hey hello, so, I started on this new fic, I have a huge writing block, and just new ideas- Anyways!! See ya in the next chapter