How About a Deal? (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Locked Up

You saw Bill aim his hand towards the top of the helicopter and shot out to it. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, Bill was shot in his chest multiple times after that shot was fired, the blue flame came hurtling towards you. Its blue glow was so energetic and admiring. The helicopter started to move, the grip on each of your arms tightened. Bill missed. The ball just missed the helicopter. Worry was painted on your face, you were terrified. You looked over to Bill who seemed to be struggling a bit. He looked back at you, stopping his battle for a moment. His face seemed determined. In that moment you suddenly realized something. He will come for you, they can't stop him. You blew him a kiss, in which he returns one. That was the last you saw of him before the helicopter turned blocking your view of him.

You looked at the agents in the helicopter. They all had such serious expressions on their faces.

Why is there so much security. Do they expect me to jump out? I can't even fly from this damn restraint on my own damn body

You yelled at yourself. You shifted the way you were sitting causing all the agents to jerk towards you. "Well then. You guys are in edge." You say to them trying to relieve the heavy atmosphere. "What do you guys expect from me? To jump out of this helicopter at this exact moment to make my escape?" You says as you jolt yourself to the side causing the the grip on your arm to tighten even more. You rolled your eyes. "You guys have no sense of humor." It was quiet for a moment and nobody was saying a thing to you. "So...where we going gentlemen?" You ask breaking the short moment of silence. The guy across from you looks at you in the eyes and shoots you a look. He the ignores you.

Yeesh

You looked at the bottom of the dress and saw that is was a bit dirty from getting onto the helicopter. "You guys better be able to get me a new dress. Bill won't be happy about this. Oh hell, he isn't happy now." You laugh, "You guys don't know what you are getting yourselves into" Still no comment from the agents. You look out the window and saw that you were being accompanied by military jets.

You eventually were landed on top of a building. Most likely and FBI building. You were guided inside and put into a holding cell, thankfully you got those cold silver cuffs off of your wrist. They gave you a lovely grey colored jumpsuit that they insisted you wore. You hated to take off the dress but you also would have hated to be forced to put on the jumpsuit.

You sat on the hard dirty mattress sitting in the cell, across from the mattress that was poorly elevated from the ground was a rusted old sink, above it was a smashed mirror. The cells walls were white bricks, a lovely small barred window was vertically put on the middle of a wall, the floor was a cold white tile, mold was growing on each corner of the room, and a large steel door that could not be seen through was located on the opposite wall of the window. "Well isn't this a welcoming" You said to yourself as you looked at the tattoo on your wrist. "I hope you are okay." Sadness ran through your bones. You knew he was most likely okay, but there was that thought of him being harmed.You didn't want to think about it.

You stood up form the mattress and walked to the steel door and banged on it. You knew there was at least two guards outside guarding your cell. A small hatch opened up on the door. "Hi!" You said sweetly, "Could you tell me what I am doing here and what exactly is happening? I have not exactly been, booked into the system. You know is considered holding me with a reason. I'm pretty sure that is illegal" You state in your most innocent voice while batting your eyes at the guard. "You will be talked to soon" the guard states and shuts the hatch. "Thank you!" You yelled out. You did not mean that at all, you were aggravated out of your mind.

You snapped your fingers. Nothing.

What the hell did they do to me?

You were in your cell for what seemed like hours, years even. You sat on the floor leaning against the wall your head looking up to the dirty white ceiling. Your patience was on thin ice and your anger levels were unhealthy. You were lost in so many unhealthy angry thoughts that you didn't even notice the pulsing blue light coming from your tattoo. When it did catch your attention you jumped up in excitement. You snapped your fingers and out came a blue spark.

You were getting your powers back. You went over to the broken mirror and looked at yourself, "Just as I expected." your eyes were pulsing an electric blue. You smirked at yourself. In about half an hour you expect you would have your powers back. At least you hoped so.

Your head snapped to the door as you heard many locks being unlocked. This timing is not good. Not only was your arm glowing but even more noticeably your eyes were. You turned yourself to look out the window, shielding your eyes from their view. You heard a couple footsteps walk into the room, "Hands behind your back" You heard being commanded. You gulped, you didn't want them stopping your power again, "Oh come on. You guys took my power and you will still cuff me?" You scoffed at them. Keeping your head towards the window. "With you, definitely" It was a female voice. It sounded like she did not want any of your bull. "Wow. I see how it is." Your jumpsuit was thankfully big enough for you to push your sleeves down over your wrist. You put your hands behind you back and sighed in defeat, "Fine, but I'm keeping the sleeves down. The cuffs hurt" You sounded so pathetic, you just hopped that that would work.

Well it didn't work. They pushed the sleeves up and cuffed you. It seemed the world was on your side for that moment because the person who had cuffed you did not notice a thing. Thankfully.

You turned around keeping your eyes to the ground they pushed you forward, as you walked past the broken mirror in your cell you checked out your eyes. They were still pulsing blue. Well the world was mostly on your side.

Your walk through the halls was quite and long. You ended up in a room with a table and two chairs on opposite sides of each other, connected to the table were wrist restraints. There was a mirror on the left wall. You knew immediately you were about to be questions as spectators watch on the other side of that mirror.

You were lead to the chair farthest from the door. The cuffs were removed from your wrist, "Put your arms on the table" The officer command. "Isn't it rude to put your elbows on the table?" you state sarcastically keeping your stare on your lap. The officer grabbed your wrist and put them in the restraints himself. You then felt a cold cuff get locked around your right ankle. When you looked down you were restrained to the chair. "Oh fun" You stated in a bored sarcastic way.

"Stay still and someone will be in to question you" The officer commanded to you. "Stay still and someone will be in to question you" You mocked the officer. You heard them walk out and lock the door. You kept your head down. You knew they were observing your behavior on the other side of the glass.

You were getting bored and impatient so you tapped your hands against the table. Loudly and obnoxiously making a beat. You started to kick your right foot making the cuffs jingle. "Hurry up! I'm getting bored in here!" You yelled out. You heard a commotion outside and people talking you shut yourself up and listened. But unfortunately you couldn't understand what they were saying, it was just a bunch of mumbles.

Then the door opened up. You made sure to keep your head down. "Is your neck not getting tired of looking down?" You heard a ladies voice ask. "I'm just looking at this lovely jumpsuit" You responded sarcastically, "It's very nice" You rolled your eyes even though you knew the lady couldn't see it. "Fine, we are going to start with some questions today. This will all be recorded for your benefit and ours. Is that clear?" This lady sounded so professional. She also sounded like she hated being here. "Yes ma'am" You answered her. "Okay, first question. Your name?" She asked. Really. My name. "You don't know who I am?" You asked. Keeping your glare to your lap. You neck was really bothering you at this point. But you did not want to be caught. "For the record please" You could hear the aggravation in her voice."(Y/N) (L/N)" you responded. "Thank you. Now. How did you meet Bill Cipher"

You smiled, this was going to be fun.