How About a Deal? (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Horses

You awaken in the cold open air. Your eyes felt puffy, your cheeks felt sticky, your once white comforter was now stained with blue, a blue stain rested under your fingernails, and your hand had blue melted onto them. You were mentally exhausted and your body was practically begging for a more comfy set of clothing to rest on your body. Your feet ached from the heels you had slept in.

You took off the heels and threw them against the floor. Placing your feet against the cold floor you made your way to the bathroom. When you looked into the mirror you felt horrible and looked even worse.

Your hair was all over your head, it looked like a birds nest. Your cheeks were stained blue, your eyes red and swollen, heavy bags under your eyes. The makeup you had worn was still on, the mascara was smeared across your cheeks. Your lips were dry. Your head hurt terribly. And with all of this, you had a Ball to attend.

Looking at yourself again you wanted to cry, you were willing to let it all out. But it hurt to do so, almost as if you ran out of tears to cry.

After you had showered and cleaned up yourself you got dressed in a dull gray dress. You let your hair lay against your shoulders. You didn't even bother looking presentable around anyone.

A light knock was heard at your door and soon later walked an unknown servant. He carried a tray filled with multiple breakfast foods. It was like a portable buffet. "Your breakfast miss." He set the tray down on the end of the bed. They were no larger than Serv was, the uniform the same. He had pastel blue hair, pale skin, and white eyes. That kind of freaked you out a bit, but you paid no mind to it.

"Thank you." You said coldly. You did not like having a new personal servant. Sure, you did not know Serv that well. But you felt like she was the only person that was actually there for you. Of course that can not happen anymore.

You were going to be cold and rude to your new personal servant. But you knew that was not the right thing to do. It's not their fault that they had to be your new servant. "What is your name?" You asked with a cheer in your tone. "Oh, my name is Isithunzi." They said proudly. "I come from many years of servants. My parents, grandparents, great grandparents, great great grandparents-" This one seemed to ramble a bit. You interrupted his rant, "Well it seems like you have a long lineage, Isikhonzi?" You botched his name terribly. "No no. It is Isithunzi." He said it more slowly this time. You knew you were not going to be getting it anytime soon. "How about I just call you Sith?" You offered the idea to him. "Oh! You mean like a nickname? I always wanted a nickname!" He was jumping in excitement. He was very hyper, he also seemed to be very open. Almost the complete opposite of Serv. "Oh how about Unzi!" He exclaimed gathering your hands and holding them, a sparkle was filled in his eyes as he invaded your personal space.

He is acting like a child.

You removed your hands from his and took a step back. This situation was very uncomfortable for you. You gave him a forced smile, "Unzi works. Now I guess I should eat this breakfast." You say motioning to the food that was getting cold by the second. "Oh, of course miss." He ran out of the room. You could hear a thud outside your door, he tripped over.

You honestly were not in the mood to eat anything. Looking at it made you feel sick. Your stomach would knot and turn. Scanning the food with your eyes made you want to gag. The thought of even trying a bit of it, no matter how good it actually was. Sickened you to the heart.

You decided to go look at some art that was hung up around the halls. Many strange paintings were throughout the pyramid. All the paintings had a hidden yellow Illuminati within them. You could spot them quit easily. But one painting that you could not find a single illumination was a painting of a four large horses looking down at you, the rider of a horse had no face, but a skull. Usually four horses would mean an ending or an apocalypse. While examining one of the largest horses you saw towards the bottom of its hoof you spotted the Illuminati, but this one was different. It was blue and upside down, a single tear coming from it.

That was my symbol.

You could not believe it. You had a painting that had your symbol in it. Then that got you wondering if you were in any others. You ran down the hallway you were in and when you took a turn you ran into a body and fell over, until that person had grabbed your hand stopping your fall.

"You are not trying to sneak out again are you?" You opened your eyes to find Bill Cipher presented before you. You did not want to see him, or talk to him for that matter. You avert your eyes away from him. You let go of his hand and stand tall, "No. I was just, looking at all the paintings." You said quietly and with no spark. There was an awkward silence between you two. When Bill does not say anything you look up at him. He had a disheartened face, "What is wrong dear?" You rolled your eyes.

What wasn't wrong! I can't have my own personal servant, I am stuck in this god-awful pyramid, I no longer had a phone, I no longer could see my family, I can't trust my friends, I don't have anything to do around here, I can't even stand to look at him, and on top of that, I am incredibly lonely, and Bill is hiding so many things from me.

You did not respond to Bill, but instead you just kept your eyes to the floor. "I see." You hear him say gently under his breath. "What did I say about mind-" You began but Bill interrupted you with a hug then he spoke, "I am just looking out for you. You do not understand what could happen to you and our progress."

You could not believe him, you shoved him off of you and step back from him. "Our progress!" You were mad now, "This is all your progress" You shoved a finger onto his chest, "I did not want any of this! But look at this! I am here!" Bill started to step back from you but you kept walking towards him, "All because I was dumb enough to take your stupid deal! I could have fixed my own issue myself!" Your tattoo was glowing red and your vision was covered with a red haze. "Now I am stuck with a secret-keeping-manipulative demon!" You yelled out to him, "I hate you and I hate this place!"

Bill looked taken back. His expression was saddened. You on the other hand were ready to attack and you were fuming with rage.

"(Y/N)" he said softly. "You don't mean that." His expression was calm, he reached his arms out to you. You felt so upset suddenly,

I should not have yelled at him like that. I, I don't even mean all of that. I love him and should be thankful for what we have accomplished.

Your thoughts just came out to you. You knew it wasn't right, but for some reason that is what your brain was telling you. It really messed with your emotions and thoughts about Bill.

You walked into his arm accepting his hugs, "Yeah, I don't mean that. I am sorry." You hugged him back and took in some air relaxing yourself into him. "I love you Bill." You tell him. You feel him plant a kiss on the top of your head, "I love you too toots."