The Angel's Gloves :|: Bill Cipher x Reader

Chapter 4

"Hello (Y/N), the name's Bill Cipher."

I said, reaching out my hand.

They stood there, staring at my hand, like they were afraid to shake it.

But after a few moments, (Y/N) reached out their hand.

I was about to grab their hand when I realized something.

She has gloves on in the middle of June. It's like, 90 degrees out.

What the heck?

"It's not polite to shake hands with gloves on, doll. You should take them off."

(Y/N) flinched at the nickname I gave them and they pulled their hand back.

They stared at me intently, with a mix of annoyance and determination.

"Well, if you want me to take the gloves off, then your not getting a handshake."

What did you just say to me?

Do you know who I am?

Probably not.

I could hear Mabel snickering behind (Y/N), I was probably making a really stupid face. I regained my posture.

"Fine with me."

What are you hiding, (Y/N)?

They looked at me one last time with her striking (E/C) eyes and tuned to Wendy and Mabel.

(Y/N), huh?

With that I have them one more sly grin and walked back up the stairs.

***

After Wendy and Mabel showed you the rest of the town, you were absolutely exhausted. Especially after Mabel had been repeatedly asking about why you wear gloves for hours. You had made up the excuse that you had Raynaud's Disease. She had stopped questioning after that.

"Guys, we've been walking for soooo lonnnggg." You said, in a tired, nagging voice.

"Geez, your right, it's getting dark." Mabel replied, looking around.

"Alright." Wendy agreed. "Mabel, you head to the Mystery Shack." She nodded and left. "C'mon (N/N), lets go home."

***

The guest room in Wendy's house was huge. It was absolutely massive. To you at least. To be fair, it had been a while since you had actually slept in a house, on a giant comfy mattress. But even so, sleep wasn't something you did well.

You laid down on that bed for what felt like hours before you drifted into sleep. It probably was hours.

But the transition into the nightmare took only seconds.

The deafening screams of your mother made your ears bleed.

You watched her crumble into dust, leaving nothing behind.

The tears were pouring down your cheeks as he reached out and grabbed you.

"What have you done?" He screamed at you.

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out.

"You are no child of mine," He hissed. "You never were, and you never will be."

He grabbed his pocket knife and reached out for arm.

You pulled away, terrified from his words and actions.

You shrieked with pain as he grabbed you.

He slowly traced the knife along your arm up to your neck, leaving a long trail of blood behind the knife.

You screamed in pain.

He raised the knife, laughing like the insane man he was.

He was bringing it down on you.

But suddenly, somebody pulled you out of the nightmare.

You shot up in the bed with tears streaming down your cheeks. You grabbed the gloves on the nightstand and slipped them on.

I won't let anyone else get hurt because of me.

I'll get the money, and get out of this town.

Then I'll be free from him.

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