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

weak

The nerves were blank.
The Pines family was looking for Stanford and Bill was running out of time, faster than he'd like.
During the day he was with you, spoiling you with all kinds of things and his full attention. At night he was in the dungeon, listening to the screams and pleas of his arch nemesis.

It got to the point where he became exhausted, suffering from more nightmares and headaches. Headaches that sometimes kept him awake at night, nightmares that even he couldn't keep up against. With every passing second, he felt weaker and weaker.

Stupid human body.

But it would all end on that day. The demon gave Ford two days, and those two days were over. As soon as the sun dissapeared and the moon took over the sky, Bill made his way back to the dungeon. His breathing was shaky and uneven, he was nervous.
He started doubting himself, questioned if it was really such a clever idea to remove the metal plate that another one of his likes installed. In all honesty, he had that yet to discover. On the other hand, he didn't have a choice. It was the only way to get to the information he so desperately needed.

When the doors opened, Bill was instantly greeted with a yelp, followed by Ford saying things he didn't understand. Or rather, didn't listen to.

"Shut up. Let's just get this over with."

"Bill, wait! Please, you can't-"

"I said: Shut. Up." His tone was deep and dangerous, dripping with exhaustion. He stood at the table, looking at the few things he prepared all for this one special...operation. He almost felt like some crazed doctor.

But first things first, he thought to himself, and put a few more chains and locks around Ford's body so he wouldn't be able to wiggle around too much while Bill did his thing.

"Bill-!" Again, the human dared to speak, and it only took one look for him to shut up again. Ford gritted his teeth, trying to calm himself down as best as he could.

When the demon stepped away, the human knew that nothing would be able to stop him. He had to think of another way to stop him, he had to calm down and think of a way. He started taking deep breaths, concentrating on all the options he might have.
The sound of knifes being sharpened made him flinch, but he managed to keep his mind calm and collected.

Suddenly, a light bulb went on in his head.

"Cipher, please, just let me ask one thing..." he plead, making Bill groan in annoyence. Despite his reaction, he agreed, placing the knifes aside to be able to listen to Ford. But he refused to face him.

"...What do you think will (Y/n)'s reaction to all of this be?"

The gold eye of the demon widdened in shock and maybe also in fear. He felt his heart race faster than before, his hands shaking ever so lightly.
That was all it took. He was a mess and it was really all it took for him to realize..

he couldn't do it.
He just couldn't.

"FUCK!" he cried out, throwing the knife to the ground and clutching his head with both of his hands. Ford stared at him, wide eyed. He certainly hadn't expected an almost immediate response from the dream demon.
It was silent for a few moments, before sobbing interrupted said silence. Stanford raised his eyebrows in confusion, and saw Bill's colours changing to blue, slowly. He started looking like his brother.

"I'm so weak..." he mumbled, falling down to his knees and sobbing quietly as his golden tears fell to the ground.
Ford couldn't believe what was happening, he couldn't do anything but to stare at the demon in disbelief and shock.

"It hurts, Ford..." Catching his attention, Ford made a confused sound.

"It's just...these stupid feelings that I have because of (Y/n)...I can't...I have to go with her, I have to..."

"You...want me to remove the barrier because you want to stay with her?" Ford questioned, even more confused than before. Bill shakily noded, wiping his tears.

"Bill, that's a...well, a plausible reason, but I can't do that. There's no guarantee that you'll just freak out again and start Weirdmageddon over the world."

"Your guarantee is (Y/n)!" he yelled, standing up as more tears left his eye, his eyepatch loosening as the tears from his other eye drenched it. One hand came up to hold the eyepatch on his eye, trying to keep it in place.

"I'm begging you, alright!?"

"I...I can't do that! Not after everything you've-"

"After everything I've done, of course..."
No more words were exchanged, the room fell silent again. It was just Ford staring at Bill and Bill keeping his eye on the ground. A few moments passed like that and the demon ended up freeing Ford. He unlocked all the chains, not daring to face the human, and told him to flee. Of course, the human took his chance, and left through the doors that were all opened up for him.

Meanwhile, Bill was back on the ground, with his knees tugged to his chest and his forehead leaning on them. His hair was blue, so was his eye and all the other parts that were usually gold.
But it wasn't just sadness that caused him to look like this. His feelings were like a roller-coaster. He was sad, angry, scared, confused.

His feelings confused him. Feelings he had never felt before, or hadn't felt in a long, long time.
Regret, guilt, fear.
He thought that it was over.
Ford will go to everyone and tell them what Bill did to him. He will tell you, and you will be dissapointed, angry.
He just tried to stay with you. In the end, he most likely digged his own grave.

The feelings and thoughts made him even more tired, his body slightly swaying from one side to the other. He felt his conscious slip away. He lost his grip on reality.

When everything went black, he knew that it was over.

And he lost again.