My Precious Nightmare (Bill x Reader)

Part 1

I do not own Gravity Falls or any of its characters. Expect Bill Cipher of course ;)

You collapse on to the bed, and mask your face with your pillow. You just got home from a terrible day at school. You had been teased quite badly by the kids for talking to the former headmistress's grave.

*flashback brought to you by Stan-Vac*

You lie down next to Ms Edgecombe's grave and look at the headstone thoughtfully. "Why did you want to be buried here I wonder...If I died I would never want to be buried in a place like this. The kids are rude and stupid and they stick their noses in everyone else's business. I'm surprised you haven't already been dug up for a dare. So, what's it like being dead, anyway?" A big, fat kid walked up and pushed you so you hit your head on the headstone. "What you doing (y/n)? Trying to get some tips for your social skills? Hey, everyone! (Y/n)'s taking to a grave!" You get up and rub your bruised head, and run away crying.

*Back to regular time*

You look up at the drab ceiling, a non-confrontational beige you had always considered a cowardly colour. "Maybe they're right, maybe I'm just a messed up, insane little twerp with no friends." You roll on to your side and close your eyes.

~timeskip~

You stretch and open your eyes. You gasp. The world around is black and white. You are in a large clearing in a forest. In a graveyard. You look bewildered up at the black sky and the monochrome surrounding. "Where am I? Am I dreaming? A graveyard?" You decided that you must be dreaming, seeing as the last thing you remember in colour is lying down on a soft bed. You kick a stone along the ground as you wander between graves.

You shiver, you were just starting to miss colour when something large and yellow stepped out from behind a large stone cross. You shield your eyes from the unexpected light. A yellow triangle with an eye in the middle, little black arms and legs, a top hat and a cane whirling around its wrist walks slowly toward you. You take a step back. The thing stops, and leans forward on its cane. You and it size each other up. It pulls out a watch from behind its back, deduces the time, and puts it away again. You cock your head to one side.

"What are you?" It chuckles, and you take another step back, you didn't know it could speak, it didn't have mouth you see. "What are you?" It asked. "I asked first" It fingered the top hat. "Prove it". Your eyes narrow. "Alright, (y/n) (l/n) is my name (the creature nods, as though you have only confirmed what it already knew), but I don't know what you plan to do with it. You straighten up, and walk off, as you sometimes do in dreams, leaving the strange un-named being behind. Only to have it catch up with you moments later. You open your mouth to inquire, but it interrupts you with an interesting question. "What's your opinion on screaming (y/n)?" You are startled at this question. This is the type of question you ponder all the time, but you never knew someone like you enough to discuss it.

You give the creature a surprised look. "Screaming is just like laughing, except louder and easier to cause." You remember a time long ago when you had been teased and ridiculed for not even flinching when a young girl broke her foot mere feet from you. The creature seemed excited by your answer. "I feel just the same way, pain amuses me, especially when I experience it myself. You nod. "Injury or catastrophe rarely upsets me. Pain is just as common as happiness, no need to fret." The creature nods enthusiastically. It suddenly claps its hands in delight. "Hey! Look what I can do! It clicks its fingers, and (p/y/h) (Person You Hate) appears right in front of you, writhing on the floor, screaming in the most obvious and intense of agony. You look in wonder at the cackling triangle beside you, laughing in pure pleasure at (p/y/h)'s screams. Slowly, hesitantly, you smile, exhilarated and glad to have had a dream about someone, or perhaps something, that understood your dark, morbid heart.