Across Dimensions //Will Cipher x Fem!Reader//

21// Maybe Not Now

Will says he can keep going, but you're not sure about that. But who are you to stop him?

He keeps trying things out with the powers he already has. Then he tries to read your mind — unsuccessfully, thank goodness. "I think I could re-enter the mindscape," he says. "But it'd mean leaving my body. Like Bill did when he went into Stan's mind." He gives you a crooked smile. "I'd probably be a creepy statue."

"Yeah, let's not do that," you say, trying to return the smile. Really, though, your skin is crawling from the thought of Will becoming like the Bill statue.

Eventually, after a while more of playing around with his abilities, Will pauses. Long enough that you get a little worried. "What is it?" you ask.

"I can feel something," he says. "Something pretty big. I'm not entirely sure what it is. But I want to try it out."

"Okay," you say, despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Will closes his eyes and puts his hands out. After a moment, a wind picks up. You wonder if that's just a coincidence, or if Will's causing it. Can he control the weather?

He just stands there for minute after minute. You get uncomfortable quickly, but you don't want to say anything, lest it mess up his concentration. But finally, you can't stand it anymore. "Will?"

His face scrunches up, eyes still closed. "Almost. . . got it. . . aha!"

His eyes fly open, and you hear a faint popping noise nearby.

A brightly colored bubble appears in the clearing.

You stare at it in confusion. What? What is that? The colors hurt your eyes, and, after a few moments, you have to look away. You do this just as Will collapses.

You jump to your feet. "Will?"

He waves a weary hand. So he's still conscious, then. Can demons even fall unconscious? "I'm fine," he says. He does not sound fine. But he pulls himself up so he can lean against the log, staring up at his creation with exhaustion and pride in his eyes. "I did it!"

"Did. . . what? What is that thing?"

"I'm not sure," he says wearily. "I'll figure out in a minute."

You frown at that vague answer. You want to ask for further explanation, but you don't want to bother him when he's tired like this. So you just wait. Again. The bubble floats gently in the air, its florescent oranges clashing with the forest's gentle greens.

"Okay," Will finally says. "I know what it is now."

"How?"

He shrugs a bit. "I don't know, it just. . . comes to me." He gestures to the bubble. "I don't know what to call it. But it's like. . . a pocket to another dimension. You enter it, and for a moment it's like you're somewhere else entirely — at least until you exit, or the bubble floats away."

That explanation rings a bell, but you can't figure out why. "Oh." You pause. "What kind of dimensions? Could we run into Mabel Gleeful again?"

Will shakes his head. "There are infinite dimensions, all of which are in infinitely big universes, so the chances of finding yourself in the Gleeful twins' town are too miniscule to even count. And even if you did find yourself face-to-face with them, all you'd have to do is step out of the bubble. They would have no access to this dimension." He shrugs again. "Most of the time you'll just end up in space."

"Would you die?" you ask with a frown.

"No, you'd still be here. You'd still be breathing this air. You'd be. . . halfway between the two dimensions, I guess. But your appearance would change to fit whatever humanoid species occupies that dimension, so if you went in there and looked down at yourself, what you saw would probably drive you insane. At least temporarily."