Falling For Demons (Bill Cipher x Reader) DISCONTINUED

Behind The Eyepatch

I walk into Greasy's and walk up to the counter ordering two sandwiches, one for me and one for Bill. I had only been in here a few times with my brother when our parents were working late. I glance over to see the man Bill had seemingly yelled at. The man was talking on the phone with somebody, I turned away not wanting to be rude. I hand the cashier the money and walk out with the sandwiches.

I start to tread into the woods, searching for Bill, "Bill, where are you, ya fuck?" I catch a glimsp of is golden locks and turn to him. His face is red, but not puffy as if he was crying, it was full of rage. "Do you have my sandwich?" Bill asked in a cold, harsh tone. I nod and hand it to him. He unwraps it as if it were a chirstmas gift and bites into it.

I let out a soft sigh and sit on a tree stump of a pine tree. I look up at Bill to see him gazing in the distance. "Hey Bill?" He glances over his shoulder at me, "Yes [Cipher Symbol]?" I bite my lip for a moment as I think of a way to ask my question.
"Who was that man who freaked you out so bad?"
Bill turned to me and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. "Never speak of him, never talk to him, never ask anyone about him. Got it?" Bill gritted as he glared at me intensly. My body quivered as I feared for my life,
"Y-yes..." Bill was capable of much more than anyone else here, though he was a demon.
"Good." he spat before letting me drop. When I made contact with the ground, my arm brushed against throns and brambles, cutting up my arm pretty bad. Bill noticed, but didn't say another word. I tear up as I try to pull the individual thorns out.

Bill looks over and rolls his eye, "Let me help [Your Name]." The tall, thin boy walks over and crouches down to my level. He begins to carefully pull out the thorns, not jumping every little yelp I let out. He finished after what seemed to be only a few minutes, before pulling a bandage out of thin air. "This is going to sting your sensitive human nervous system," Bill muttered as he wrapped the bandage around my arm.
"T-thanks," I stutter, still in fear of him hurting me more.

He looks up for a second, giing me a small, devilish grin. I smile back, staring at his eyepatch. 'What the hell is under there?' I think to myself, not having thought about it in a while. "Do you want to know?" Bill asked.
"Hm?" I asked, confused for a moment in time. "What's under here," he said, pointing to the eyepatch. "Oh... er... yeah," I reply.
"Okay," he said in a whisperish manner as he took it off.

Underneath rested a icey-blue eye. "That's all?" I ask, chuckling a bit. "Well... you see.." Bill began, "You know what, that's another story for another day. I'll tell you one of the reasons I cover it though, I'm practically blind in this eye." I feel my cheeks go hot, and now I'm probably as bright as a tomato right now.
"Oh, sorry." Bill rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Go home kid," Bill murmerd.
"Why?" I ask.
"I'VE HAD A LOT OF BULLSHIT GOING ON TODAY, JUST GO THE FUCK HOME [CIPHER SYMBOL]!" Bill screeched so loud, that a flock of birds flew away. I don't hesitate and I sprint home as fast as humanly possible. I didn't want to get hurt, I didn't want to hurt him. Besides, I wouldn't want to make it so that he would never like me the way I liked him.