Mellifluous || Gravity Falls x Reader

Stockholm Syndrome ♪ Bill Cipher x Reader

Requested by  HeroesOfOlympus287

{Hostage!Reader}

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It's been days since the castatropic event called "Weirdmageddon" has completely dominated the falls—buildings had been vandalized, demons now roamed the earth, and humans like yourself were captivated under the control of the inhumane Bill Cipher.

Except, of course, your fate was a little different than everyone else's.

Unlike finding your soul to be captivated behind cold pavement for the purpose of an agonizing throne, you were in fact still alive and breathing and surprisingly in decent condition, apart from the few bruises that remained on your arms, supposedly from the struggle of kidnapping.

You were quite in shock to find yourself in a relatively small room displaying rich and luxurious furnishing, which was only the prominent beneath the poor lighting and cracking fire pit. It was admittedly a nice room, though, doesn't make up for scandalous exploits that will soon be committed.

Your wrists and ankles were mounted down by a luminous chain, forbidding you to leave the leather chair. As you became conscious after what felt as though a dose of drugs, you began to struggle around in the chair's restrictions, suppressed groans escaping you.

"It's a useless attempt, darling. I'm never going to let you get away."

As the familiar voice rang in your ears, you jumped in sync with the increase of your pulse. Trembling breaths accompanied by a heaving chest, you completely paused before snapping your neck to catch a glimpse at the mischievous smirk the blond carried.

You haven't even heard the door linger a squeak, nor footsteps following about. Though, it might've been the cackling of chains that had you distracted from distant noises.

"B-Bill. . . why am I here? W-what are you going to do with me?" you couldn't help the vulnerability you carried in your voice, cracking with high pitched sound. Your eyes were wide in fear, pupils dilated where only a ring of color shown, and Bill quickly recognized this. He chuckle softly, yet reassuringly, and put his hands up in defense.

"Calm down, doll. I'm not going to hurt you. Why, you're too precious to be hurt." He ran his gloved hand across your face, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb. You forcefully turned your head away from his touch, furrowing your brows sternly. "Please, just tell me why I'm here if you don't plan on dissecting my body."

Another chuckle escaped the blond, more strained and accentuated, and he stood in a formal stance. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a king now, the ruler of your reality. I felt as though I would need someone to keep me company up here. Or to be more precise, a pet."

"A pet—wha—excuse me? Do I look like some fucking animal to you?"

"Hmm, well. . . your forms do vary, I can agree on that. Though you all need food and follow along the same life process, don't ya? There's no difference between you meatsacks, other than some aren't as noisy as the others." And picking up on the meaning behind his comment, you growled at him, only to feed his ego with the accomplishment of making you mad.

"Now, I promised my friends a show tonight. What about a performance from my pet herself? I heard you were a great dancer."

"I may take classes in choreography, yes. Alas, I don't perform for demons, especially ones that kidnap me and claim me as a pet," you spat with venom lacing, eyes narrowed at the singular golden eye. "Don't expect anything from me."