[read description before reading!!] bound to you ; bill cipher x reader

the last option

You think that you can be with her.
Be with her forever.
Are you stupid?
She has to go soon.
Soon, she'll leave.
And then?
You won't see her for a year.
Do you know how much can happen during that time?
She might find someone else.
Someone more..humane.

Someone who is less insane.
Someone who is better.
Someone who hasn't committed as many sins as you did.
Someone who doesn't have blood on their hands.

Who can guarantee that she'll ever come back?
Who can guarantee that you will ever come back?

You are going to lose her.
Forever.
You are going to be alone again.
Forever.

But, you're already used to that.
It shouldn't be a problem.
You can go back to your real work.
Your real world.
Things will become worse, yet better.

He could feel the sweat drench his skin, the throbbing of his own eyes, both of his eyes, the ringing screams vibrating in his ears, and the thumping of his heart against his chest. Bill's fingers curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm. He couldn't hear his rapid breathing, but he could feel the oxygen flooding in and out of his tired lungs. Hesitantly, his eye opened to look at the dead corpses that suddenly laid in front of him, their eyes glowing in a red hue. It didn't take him long to realize who these dead people in front of him were.

Fear engulfed his conscience, knocking all other thoughts aside. It overwhelmed his body, making it drastically exhausted. Still, he knew how to deal with these kinds of things.

"This isn't real" he told himself, blue flames engulfing his body. He wouldn't allow himself to get tricked by nightmares, he was a dream demon, the king of nightmares and dreams alike.
Within the blink of an eye he was back in the bedroom, sitting in the edge of the bed. A sigh of relief passed his lips as he looked behind him and saw you next to him, peacfully asleep.

"How pathetic." he mumbled to himself, stretching his tired muscles. He checked the clock beside the bed before standing up, deciding that it was pointless to try and go back to sleep. Bill made his way to the bathroom, taking a quick shower before dressing up and leaving the house.

It was still dark outside and there was no one out, he had all the silence he wanted and needed. The air was still fresh and nicely cold and the fresh wind hitting his face helped him to calm down and to cool down from the stressing nightmare. The demon walked around the town, really trying to remain sane with all the thoughts running through his mind.

Regardless, he had to do something. Bill couldn't just let you go. Not after everything you two have been through. Not after you became his.

He was at the end of a road, a big sign reading "Now leaving Gravity Falls". He couldn't go any further than that. One gloved hand touched the invisible barrier that kept him inside the town, making it lighten up for a few moments before it turned invisible again. Anger overcame him, and he made a fist to punch the barrier, which he instantly regretted. A burning pain went through his entire body, almost making him cry out.

"Oh, fuck you then..!" he mumbled, half to himself, shaking his hand while healing himself. He wanted to leave, he needed to leave, he had to leave. He had to accompany you.
Suddenly, a light bulb went on in his head.
He had one last option to resolve that whole issue. One last plan that he had in mind for the longest time.
A smirk played out on his lips, his visible eye glowing.

"Oh, this will be a lot of fun~"

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Bill stood in front of the eldery man, his gloved hand playing with a sharp knife he was holding. It was six inches of cold steel, while it's handle was ivory, reminding Bill that the knife had been murderous even in it's making. Whilst observing it and playing around with it, he couldn't stop giggling with excitement, seeing his arch nemesis chained to a chair like that filled him with so much joy. After all his preparations he felt like he'd earned his treat already. He couldn't have any help to make his dungeon prison, it had to be secret, windowless and sound-proof.
It wasn't easy to bring him there either, but it sure would be worth it.

Where Stanford Pines was trapped in was a hollow cube of concrete, although the walls inside the cube where made out of silver metal. It was located in the forest, at the other end of the town. To be able to enter, one would have to use a spell before going along a pathway to the cube that was locked with a password. Everything was underground, so no one would be able to even find it in the first place.

In there one could have no idea how much time had passed or even if it was night or day. Given enough time a person could forget their own name in there. The isolation was total. The only thing close to a decoration was a navy brown table with multiple weapons placed on, and Ford didn't really want to look at that thing for too long. It made him sick with anxiety, although he'd never admit it.

"So, when will you start talking?"
One strike with the blade would have been enough to break Stanford's fragile skin, that was for sure. But would the demon really go that far? Hurting him in one of the worst ways possible? Drawing blood again?

"You wouldn't go that far-"

"Oh, you think I wouldn't ?" the demon repeated, laughing lightly before wrapping his arms around the neck of his victim, his knee pressing against the man's stomach. Ford visibly flinched. It wasn't really painful, just the very little space left between him and the demon was way too uncomfortable. And since Bill still had the knife in one of his hands, he was also a bit scared.

"I think you just don't want me to go that far. Which is understandable, in all honesty. You have no idea how much damage my little friend can do with the slightest amount of pressure~" Bill placed the blade flat against Ford's head, making the man jump as soon as he felt the cold steel against his head. The demon just chuckled in response.

"Besides, I already tortured you once, maybe without weapons, but that really doesn't make much difference to me.

Now, look at me." Bill ordered. Stanford disobeyed him, doing the complete opposite, and looking away. Making a 'tch' sound, Bill grabbed his chin and forced him to do as he said.

"I am really sick of this whole thing, my friend." Again, the trapped man flinched. He couldn't stand hearing such words from the demon. After all, he really considered him a friend once. It was long ago, but he still, after all these years, couldn't help but to feel as betrayed as before, like the event happened a few minuites ago.

"I want you to remove the barrier so I can leave the town. If you decide to stay silent, I promise that you are going to regret it."

As if intending to get on the demon's nerve, Stanford remained silent, not saying a word or making any sound. Another chuckle left the demon's lips while he leaned closer to the human's ear, whispering something. He spoke to him in a different language, one that many demon's were able to understand, but only a few could truly use it. Ford learned a few words and sentences of the language over the past thirty years he spent travelling through all kinds of dimensions. His eyes widdened as soon as the words left Bill's mouth and he watched how the demon pulled away from him with a wide smirk placed on his lips.

"Bill-!"

"No more talking." the demon interrupted him and took a piece of duck tape, covering Ford's mouth with it before stepping away, laughing like a maniac while the human shook with fear. He wanted to make sure that no one could hear what was going on in the secret dungeon underneath Gravity Falls.