Bill Cipher x Reader(Male!)

Getting a roommate- Chapter 2

     You walk after Bill, to find him in your room. "Hey, this isn't your room," you usher him out. You open the guest bedroom,"This is your room," you say. Bill steps inside, examining it. "Just give me a minute," Bill shuts the door. Not a second later blue flames burst from closed door, then die out. You open the door, then stop dead in your tracks. The room was bigger due to the way Bill designed it. It was more expensive looking with golden pyramids of different sizes floating close to the ceiling.

     "Do you like it ?," Bill smiles smugly," You like it. So (y/n), what's next ?," Bill drapes an arm around your shoulder. "You. We need to talk about you," you look Bill in the eye, then make you way back to the living room, Bill right behind you. "What is there to talk about? You already know me, I promised to leave your friends alone," Bill glances at you. "Yeah, I know. I mean besides reading my mind, and your freaky powers, " You flick him in the forehead. Bill flinches,"Oh, I  know lots of things......lots of things," Bill smiles creepily at the last part. "I can possess your body and your dreams," he states. "Okay, good to know," you stare at the ground.

     You then remember your boxes you haven't unpacked completley. You abandon the dream demon, as tend to your business. You walk back outside, only to find your car trunk empty. Panicking, you shut the trunk, then check your car, only to find it empty, with the exception of your girlfriend's shoes and makeup bag. You rush back inside, to find Bill sitting on the armrest of your couch, chuckling to himself, gloved hand glowing blue.

     It hit you......literally. Beacause all the boxes you were looking for fell on top of you. "Ow! Dammit Bill, that wasn't funny !," you fume angrily. "Pain is hilarious !," Bill cackled loudly. That's when an idea popped into your head....

     With a wicked intention, you walk over to him. With warning, you wrap your hands around Bill's neck, choking the demon. Bill grabs your wrists, letting out a surprised, yet strangled, noise. Keeping your hands around his neck, you push him back onto the couch. A blush started to form on Bill's cheeks as you tighten your grip,"Is this hilarious ?," you ask, pushing him deeper into the couch.

     Bill moaned. You remove your hands, then leave.