Roses|Bill Cipher x Reader|

|Chapter 28|

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   "That's not fair!" I whined, "It doesn't count!"

  Bill had made up a drinking game for the both of us, which was harder than I imagined. One of us had to tell the other something that happened to them in the past. The other person had to guess if it was true or not, which I was failing miserably at.

  Halfway drunk, I sigh and take another shot of martini. I had gotten used to the taste after 4 shots.

  "Hmm... I did, or did not... See a horned lady at a supermarket?" I say, hiccuping in the middle of my sentence.

  "How big were they?" Bill asks, I put my hands a foot apart from the sides of my head to measure.

  "Nobody's horns should be that big, (Y/N)." He scoffed.

  I told him that I did, which gave a shocked look from him. He stared at me for a moment, with a serious expression. After a few moments, we burst into laughter, collapsing on each other.

  "(Y/N)." Bill whined, looking up at me.

  "Yes~?" I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  "Did I ever tell you about Alina...?" He sighed, surprisingly not as drunk as me.

  "Mmm... No?" I cock a brow at him.

  "Well she dyed her hair black." Bill scoffed.

  "And...?"

  "And she was working for your dad. That's why I never liked her... But I didn't wanna tell you." He said quickly.

  My head shot up, and so did my heart rate. I felt lied to, betrayed. I looked up at Bill with an unreadable expression, and slowly get up from my spot. Sitting on the opposite side of the couch, I put my hands on my head.

  "So... She's... Dead ?" I stutter, trying to figure out how to feel.

  "Long gone... Reaper has her soul now." Bill mumbles.

  "Look, I know it's alot to take in but-" Bill says comfortably, but I cut him off.

  "Well that's her fault. But she's dead so it doesn't matter, also it's 10." I sigh, getting up from the couch and cleaning up the coffee table.

  I never had sympathy for most people, people who had done things unforgivable. If it had no bad effects on me, there was no reason to feel upset about it. Friends were no acception.

   Fellow demons in need were different, there was no reason to help your own kind that cant help their selfs- sometimes I forget about that. A lot. Bill never thinks about it, selfish.

  I never really got alot of background from him, yet he knows almost  everything about me. Which was strange. Bill hides things, alot of things.

  In deep thought, I put the martini bottle in the fridge and sat back down on the couch. I picked up the remote and turned it to a random channel, slumping in my seat. Bill glared over me, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

  "Quaedam pluris occurrerit oculis." He sighed, of which I did not understand.

  "Is that Latin?" I asked, raising a brow at him. He nodded slowly.

  "So... What does it mean?" I asked again.

  "You'll find out." Bill chuckled lightly.

  I felt like I was on a mystery hunt, with all these tiny hints Bill were leaving. Did it have something to do with the dynasty?- no, it's gone now. The O.P.A had ahold of it, and it's fallen to the dirt.

  A failure, that's what I am. A true, ignorant, failure that cant even get along with her family. I furrowed my brows at the thought, Bill must have been able to read my expression.

  "What's on your mind, doll?" He scooted next to me on the couch.

  Bill placed his hand on mine, looking deep into my eyes sincerely. I sighed, moving my hand away from his and folding my arms.

  "Im fine." I lied, looking back at the television.

  "You're never fine when you make that face-" He reached for my hand again, but I stood up and snapped at him.

  "Im fine, just terrific." I spat, stomping up the stairs to the bathroom.

  "Never been better. . ."