Mistakes (Bill Cipher x Reader x Dipper)

Human

"Bill, I made you breakfast!"

"I don't care..."

"It's pancakes with extra syrup!"

"I don't care!"

"They're triangle shaped."

Bill rushed over from his corner of the dimly lit home and begrudgingly took a seat at the dingy wooden table set next to the kitchen. He stabbed a bent fork into the steaming pile of pancakes you'd expertly crafted to look just like the demon's old form. You smiled proudly, plopping down across from him and munching on a slice of bacon.

It had been about a week since you'd first arrived here and the cottage's interior was really starting to come together! You'd dusted nearly every surface, hung up silky yellow curtains, and tidied up the cot for you to sleep on comfortably. Bill didn't seem to mind you cleaning up his house in fact, he'd been in a better mood ever since! He started to open up more and you could tell his resistance to your kindness was wearing thin. Life being trapped with a monster wasn't so terrifying anymore.

However...

You still missed sunlight, interaction with the town's colorful crowd of people, fresh air, and most importantly of all...Dipper.

Anytime you'd mention your old friend's name, Bill would storm off and refuse to speak to you for hours on end. It confused you. He'd won. You were snared in his grasp not Dipper's! He'd even get angry when he caught you thinking about him but how could you not? The baseball capped nerd had been there through thick and thin and still wanted you in his life even after all the unforgivable things you did. The memories flashed in your mind like a haunting slideshow.

A grunt of disapproval sounded making you snap your eyes towards the noise.

Sure enough a pair of glowering, demonic orbs glared back.

"Why do you always think about him?" Cipher growled, his pale lips curled in a snarl. "It's making me lose my appetite."

You rolled your eyes as he threw down his fork, puffing his cheeks out rather childishly.

"He's my best friend who I'm being kept from. What do you expect?"

Oh no. That came out a tad bit harsher than intended. You bit your lip, wishing with all your might that you could take it back.

The demon flinched as if the words had literally slapped him in the face. His pupils shrunk until they resembled thin, black slits and for a second you thought he might...hurt you. Suddenly, you couldn't feel your limbs anymore. It was as if your entire nerve system had shut down. Terror gripped your being as Bill rose from his chair. Knots twisted agonizingly in your stomach as the pounding of his dress shoes reverberated across the wooden floor. Why did you have to mess it all up? Everything had been so peaceful but you couldn't just shut your mouth and refrain from being snarky. Hell, you were lucky Bill hadn't killed you yet!

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

He'd finally made his way around the table and now towered menacingly above your trembling form. Two, thin arms snaked to either side of your head as he kneeled to meet your widened, (e/c) eyes.

"Do you want to know how you got those tattoos?" he spoke barely louder than a whisper, voice wavering ever so slightly. "It's an awful story," he continued with a twitching smirk. It almost seemed...furious. "I was going to not tell you, save you from the burden of knowing, but I guess it can't be helped."