Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Something to Show You

You dropped the four off at the entrance to the street, a good quarter of a mile away from your driveway which, in itself, was about a quarter of a mile long. "I'll try and distract him," you said, flashing a half reassuring, half scared smile. "Just don't make too much noise."

Everyone nodded, Dipper looking directly into your eyes as he said, "good luck!" You drove to your house, feeling a variety of mixed emotions. On one hand, you still wanted to trust Bill and give him the benefit of the doubt. He hadn't tried to attack you and he still seemed like he... liked you. However, on the other hand, all of the times the four had tried to convince you he wasn't good, at all, seemed to point Bill's actions in another direction. Especially the blatant, second-nature lie.

You turned that around in your head, going rather slow down the road. Every other time Bill lied was stumbled over, spoken quietly, and given a small chuckle. Those were all small little white lies, ones that wouldn't hurt you if the lies did get across. Yet, the moment Bill really needed you to believe him at any expense, was when that cute little act was dropped. You found it hard to believe he actually loved you.

You pulled up next to the cabin, wishing you lived in Boring, Oregon instead of Zigzag. At least you were close to civilization there.

Seeing Bill giving a sweet, four-fingered wave toward you from the window of the cabin, you sighed. His one-eyed expression looked nice and inviting. Exceptionally so. But he was still extremely unsettling in looks, and the side of you still hoping he loved you gave you hell for that. Why is it the moment he's not some pretty blonde yellow-tux-wearing rich boy you're disgusted by him? A little voice rang in your head condescendingly. Seems to me like you're the one who isn't deserving of love. You'd be lucky if he still does. You know how he can read your mind. It was a very recognizable tone, one that your ex would use constantly. "You're lucky I still love you," he'd say. "I work all day for five days a week and the thanks you give me is no dinner because you were working on some 'scientific breakthrough'?" So many reasons to dump him, so much wishing and hoping it really was just your fault.

The other side gave you plenty of logical reasons as to why you weren't fond of Bill's new look. It's a species thing. You know physical attraction between different species is hard to achieve. You aren't a bad person for not liking this. You still like him. Just not how he looks. A new voice chimed in a much nicer in tone.

You nodded to yourself. "A species thing..." you repeated.

You walked into the cabin and flashed Bill a nice smile. "I... I think I'm okay with this," you said. "It's still weird, but I'm fine."

Bill gave a little happy loop-the-loop and floated up next to you. "That's great! I'm glad! I was half afraid you wouldn't!" he exclaimed.

You glanced to the side, uncomfortable with how close he was. "Hehe... yeah..." you muttered. Bill didn't give your uncomfortableness much thought and instead grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. It was a strange feeling, as your ring and pinkie fingers stayed together, uninterrupted by anything. Bill's hand was also much smaller than yours, leaving it to feel as if a small five-year-old were holding your hand instead of a trillion-year-old triangle. It was a cute, innocent feel.

Bill looked at you, the cat-like pupil moving slightly around every now and then. "I wanna show you something," he said with a glow. "It'll explain some things for you, because I know you want an explanation for why I call you Quill a lot."

You had to stop yourself from saying, even thinking, about wanting an explanation for more than just that. You knew what road that would lead to.

You simply nodded. "Alright, what do you want to show me?" you asked, curiosity lacing your tone.

"Well, you're gonna have to drive and hike for a bit. It's never been discovered by modern humans so nobody knows it's there."

You gulped. That was going to be a problem.

"Is something the matter?" Bill questioned in a tone that was... much less innocent than earlier.

"Uh... n-no... it's fine. I just remembered that the lab wasn't properly locked up... you don't really know how I like things yet..." you said quickly. You hated being caught off guard.

"Oh, alright. Should I go to the car?"

You nodded, handing him the keys. "Turn on the heat while you're in there. Sitting in the truck while it's cold isn't very comfortable."

"I'll... uh... try," Bill responded, uncertain of himself.

You smiled sweetly at him and walked out of the door, Bill following and then going to the truck. You walked calmly into the lab and shut the door.

As soon as you stepped in, you rushed to the back window and knocked on it. Mabel popped out of the snow-covered bush in front of it, followed by the three boys. You opened the window and motioned for them to lean in closer.

"What is it, (Y/N)?" Dipper asked, trying to keep the brim of his hat from touching anyone.

"Change of plans! Bill wants to show me something, and if it's anything I think it is, it could help with this whole ordeal. He said no 'modern human' has discovered it, so I can't give you directions," you answered in a hushed whisper.

"How is that going to help, then?" Stan grumbled, earning him a punch from his brother.

"Let her finish!" Ford snarled.

Stan stuck out his tongue and rubbed his arm, classic sibling rivalry represented by sixty-year-olds. "Anyway... my neighbor a mile down the road keeps one of his cars in the shed next to my driveway. We made an agreement that I'd let him keep it there if I can drive it whenever I need to. Be careful with it, though. He'll kill me if there's as much as a scratch on that thing. I'll give you my phone number and I'll call you. Everything Bill says will be relayed to you so you can follow those instructions a distance away from us so he doesn't get suspicious that a car is following us. But you all will have to stay dead silent or the whole thing will go downhill! I don't know what he'll do if he knows you guys are involved, but it won't be pretty."

Stan and Ford looked at each other, about so make some remark on the other's intelligence or rowdiness, but you shut them both up. "The dead silent thing is aimed more toward you two. I can trust Mabel and Dipper to listen, but you two are on the plank," you scolded both of them, earning a snicker from Mabel and Dipper. "And I pray to the ever-lasting conscience of science you both don't screw everything up!"

"(Y/N)!" Bill called from the truck. "Are you done yet?! I'm getting bored!"

You sighed. "Keep. Silent," you said, shutting the window and walking out of the lab, locking it. "I'm coming!" you called to Bill, running over and hopping into the truck. You were hit by a massive wave of almost unbearable heat and you stumbled back, shaking your head as if you were waving a fly away from your face.

"What are you doing that for?" Bill questioned, his hat dipping over in some strange form of a head tilt, you assumed.

"Turn down the heat!" You yelled over the fans.

"Oh!" Bill exclaimed, turning the knob until the fans were off, then turning down the temperature knob.

You shook your head again and stepped inside, shutting the door. "Jeez... I said to turn on the heat... not create the Sahara Desert in my truck," you muttered, grabbing the keys and turning on the ignition as well.

"Well you never specified how to do anything!" Bill whined. It was beginning to become unsettling how quick Bill could change that childlike innocence to a psychotic sociopath and back so fast. It got so bad you were starting to question which one was the mask.

"I guess that is sort of my fault for thinking you could do that," you said, taking his whining with a grain of salt.

You looked behind the seat and backed up, spotting the party of four booking it down the driveway. For two old guys and two twenty-year-olds, they were fast. You gave a little hum to distract Bill from your thoughts and backed up as slowly as possible, allowing the four to get themselves into the woods unnoticed.