My Precious Nightmare (Bill x Reader)

Part 2

You are too shocked to speak, or move. You just looked at him, just looked. You had a sightly bemused look upon your face, and he smiled. He took your hand and layed it aganst his cheek. But he felt something that he had never felt before. He pulled your hand away from his cheek and inspected it. His face did something you had seen it do only once before. His eyes deadened. His mouth became a relaxed straight line. The blood disappered from his cheeks. It was his 'lockdown face', the expression he assumed when not wanting to display any emotion. He put it on now as he displayed the fourth finger on your left hand, and it's precious adornment. "You...I...(y/n)?" You snatched your hand back, and his delicate pianist fingers clenched into a fist.

"She wasn't lying. I thought she was lying for you. This isn't right, this can't be happening!" You backed away into the wall, and your head snaps to the side when you hear your daughter's voice; "Uncle Bill!" You are stunned for a moment, just a moment. Then you feel it, the anger, the one you can't control. Claire, oblivious to your oncoming wrath, runs forward to touch him. You react. Whatever happened in your life, whatever you had to go through, you would make sure your daughter never touched this evil creature. Whatever happened. You held out a hand and shouted so loud it would have raised the birds in China. "TEDDY!!!" You yelled. Your husband knew what to do, part of the why you married him. He leapt forward gracefully and picked up his little Claire and swung her up. "Do you trust me, my little angel?" Claire looked between Bill and Teddy, and nodded. Teddy looked you in the eye without anger, and marched out of the room with Claire in his arms.

You immediately round on him. "What are you doing here." You say quietly. He opens his mouth, but you beat him to it. "HOW DID YOU SURVIVE!!! WHY ARE YOU HERE! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER!! IT'S BEEN TWENTY WHOLE YEARS!" Bill looked angry now. "Can't you see! Do you think I just gave my dead man a new face?! That would be like living in a house made of glass!" He rapped the side of his head, and a resounding clang clang echoed around the room. Your face fell.

All this time, all thst time he had a metal plate in his head. He was never gone. Ever.

You sat down on the counch, and he joined you, holding you hand. You shook him off. "If you were never gone, why did you wait twenty years to come back, and why do you think I'll want to join you?" He blinked, and then laughed out loud. "(y/n), I waited this long to let you realise that you wanted me back. Obviously that plan had backfired on me horibbly." He glanced at your wedding ring as is it were a deadly tumor. You shook. It was too fast, it had all gone too fast. Your head spun. You were curious and slightly ashamed to sense a locked up part of your conciousness shouting with joy at the sight of his beautiful face.

He seemed perfectly at ease. "As for your daughter, I don't hesitate to say she isn't nearly as much fun as you were at her age, to happy, to loved. But she has your eyes, so I may just forgive her. As for her, she seems to have taken a liking to me." You bristle. "Uncle Bill? Why!? Did you want to hurt me even more? How dare you touch my daughter Bill Cipher. How dare you." He sits up at the sound of your dead voice. "Hurt you? Love, all I wanted was to get some details on you before I dropped in for a visit. No harm done!" You shivered. No harm done? What exactly is the definition of no harm done? He was smiling serenely up at the ceiling, but then he heard a strange noise. It sounded like laughter, but not. It sounded wet, like sadness. He looked over to see you in practically silent tears.

He looked around, biting his lip, as though expecting to see a sign explaining how to comfort a weeping woman. Unfortunatly for him, there were none. He put his arm around you hesitantly. You stopped, you your breath hitching in your throat. "What did you come here for." You ask. It was still there, the death in your voice. At the sight of his face and the sound of his voice, some very old and mildewed memories were surfacing. A girl crying for her brother, screaming voices. A counch that spoke. A memory gun. Stealing a child out of her bed. Leaving a note for her brother that spoke of torture and revenge. The youth. The loneliness. The death. The love, the dark, dangerous love that you had given up.

"What did you come for." You asked again. He lay his head on your shoulder and sighed. "This." He put his arms weakly by his sides, his lovely golden hair spilling over you neck and tickling your face. "At least, mostly." You remembered with a not-so-small jerk your husband and child above. Using both hands, you shoved him off. He let out a soft 'oh' and landed with a muffled thump on the rug. "What do you mean, mostly, you evil load of crap!"

His eyes widened, and his mouth stretched into the gloating smile you knew so well. 'There you are, my beautiful girl! I've missed you. Unfortunately, in order for my death to be convincing, I had to shut off the rift myself. I assumed that I could live in this dimention with you until the end of time. Can you imagine!? I was going to have you all to myself, to rule with you by my side for the rest of my exsistence, and I come back to find you married to some one-lifespanned, good-for-nothing human that will be forgotton long before he reunites with the earth from which he ascended! Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?! Any at all!?"

He shivers, apparently composing himself, and smiles fakely. "Anyway, now that's impossible, as you are clearly more attatched to this piece of dirt than even I could have guessed, we have a very serious problem. I don't want to see you, or this dimension ever again, so I have to leave, and I'll never come back. But there's just one hitch;

I'm stuck, there's no way out."