My Precious Nightmare (Bill x Reader)

Part 5

3 months later

There was a squeaking, rusty screech when you opened the door into the portal room. Dipper, dressed in the coat he had inherited from Stanford, was checking over the machinery. He looked like an ant in the shadow of the portal, held together with bolts and screws that shone like jewels against the aged steel of the past. You happened to notice a considerable amount of Flex Tape as well. You smiled, a little sadly.

"How are we travelling?"

Dipper jumped and clutched his chest in fright. He turned to face you with an exasperated expression.

"Ah, (Y/n). How did you get in?"

You looked away from his intense expression, suddenly ashamed.

"I am...ah...familiar with the elevator."

Dipper noticed your flushed face, and you knew you were both thinking about that night, years and years ago. The night that started it all.

"Stan loved you very much (Y/n). I'm proud to call you my sibling."

Nodding mechanically, you approached him hesitantly. Dipper resumed his inspection of the machine.

"To answer your question, I think I have it. I've done a few test runs, and the results are promising. You have excellent timing (Y/n), I'm doing the final check-up now. We should be clear in a few minutes if everything is running smoothly. Do you...do you know where he is?"

You open your mouth to answer, but you are interrupted by a familiar voice, smooth like velvet and dripping with darkness.

"No. She does not."

Dipper's expression soured. The echo of the sentence washed over you, coming back fainter and fainter each time like the waning tide.

He sat, slender as a shadow, along the top of the portal. Darkness consumed most of his face, so that only the golden glint of his eye could be seen. Dipper turned to me.

"Did you let him in?"

The echo returned.

"No. She did not."

The tide of sound waxed and waned again, leaving a buzzing silence. Pushing away from the bronze-lined edge of the portal, he slid through the air liquidly, clothes streaming behind him in ribbons of gold stained with brackish earth. The ebony cane hit the steel floor as he landed. He looked between the two of you. There was a moment of silence.

"If we are ready to begin, there are a few matters I must attend to first."

The tide again, rolling and crashing against the metal walls in an eerie cacophony. The demon before you cleared his throat, as if he were a performer in a play, getting ready for his last scene.

"First, I return to nature what I stole from her."

He removed his shoes and hat. Sweeping his hair away from his face, he peeled back the eyepatch and threw it to the floor. Dipper looked disgustedly at the empty eye socket behind. Lastly, the demon threw his cane too the floor. As soon as it hit the ground, the items shrunk. Within mere moments, all that remained were four leaves, and a stick, grey with age.

"And second, I abandon a gift given long ago, which now brings nothing but sadness-"

He gestured to you.

"-and hate."

He gestured to Dipper.

With a jerk, the dead man fell with a woolen crash to the floor, returned once more to its natural state. It lay, an aged corpse, just as grey and wasted as the leaves. Above the dead man hovered a shape that mirrored the portal above, electric yellow. It filled the place with light. Bill Cipher was returned.

Dipper was the first to speak.

"Well, If you're ready."

Bill gave him a look that you could not fathom. It was a mixture of surprise and fear, and respect.

"Yes. And...Pinetree-"

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

Dipper paused on his way to the control booth.

"Oh, Cipher. If only I could believe you."

He shut the door, and the portal roared to life, blue luminescence flooding the chamber with blinding light. The demon approached it. He turned back. You locked eyed. There was a pause.

"(Y/n). I'm sorry. Sorry...what a word. Never has the human race made such a pathetic attempt to find a word for something so indescribable. Sorry is such a meaningless word, I'm surprised you ever use it. But it is the only one I can give, for now. I could say it for eternity and not approach what it is that tortures me."

You say nothing.

"(Y/n). I am so sorry, I wish I could die. Death would be my gift to you, one I am so willing to give. But I cannot, so this is the next best thing."

You walk forward. There are a few feet between you.

"Nightmare. You cannot die, but I can. My mind is in turmoil, and I cannot find the strength to forgive. But in death, I will forgive you. That is my gift to you. Goodbye."

Placing a hand either side of his eye, you gently push him. He is pulled back, back, and enveloped in the twisting blue of the portal. As he disappears for the last time, the blue evaporates into a fiery red that illuminates your face like the setting sun.

"Nightmare."

THE END

Hello.

It's been a while (a year in fact). Sorry this took so long, I hope you like it. Here is a Christmas present to you all.

-With love.

Zoe