•°*∆ѕσηɡ ɓίɾδ∆*°• (Bill cipher x reader)

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(bills pov)
I woke up the next morning and she wasn't there. I checked her room, the kitchen, even the room I was assigned. nowhere.

I decided to go check the backyard. I glided my feet on the wooden tiled kitchen floor, wrapping my fingers around the handle of the white screen dor beside the fridge. I gazed at the fridge, it is decorated with magnets shaped like alphabetic letters. one letter caught my eye the most, O, not because of the shape of it, but because of the polaroid, it was holding.

on the small photo was a smiling little girl with (y/c) hair, she was holding a bouquet of what seemed to be freshly picked roses. the vibrant red matching the color of the watercolor painted flowers on the bottom of her white, oversized hood and cloak. it was the only picture with a face in it, even if the girl's eyes were closed into a smile. I came to the conclusion that the girl was (y/n) rather quickly. their features resembling each other quite well as long as matching their hair.

I peeled the plastic magnet from the photo, placing the magnet back onto the fridge then making my way to the table, sitting down as I starred at the girl on the photo.

"were could she be?" I sigh, not liking the feeling of her gone.

I turned the photo over by instinct, not hoping for everything. I was shocked to see permanent red ink, shining on the glossy black side of the polaroid. the words read "under the floorboards" in dainty, but weak-looking handwriting. as if someone struggled to write the note.

I stood up abruptly, my eyes scanning the wooden floor I was walking on just moments ago.
that's when I saw it, a tile of wood on the floor, it was chipped on the side, obviously looking as if someone had pulled it up from the floor with a crowbar of some sort.

I made my way to its spot in front of the oven. I bent down, trailing my fingers across the chipped wood. I pushed my fingers into the chipped places, hooking it with my fingernails and pushing the tile off with much ease. I whipped the sweat from my temple 'why am I nervous? I know everything in the universe. but I just can't seem to think right now.."

I racked my mind as I stared down into the hollo hole in the tile. I small suitcase sitting in it, waiting for someone to open it. eventually, I raised my hands into the void. I pulled the leather case out, standing up with it wrapped in my arms. I walked back over to the table where I placed the photo.

I sat back down, my chair squeeing against the floor as I scooted back into the table.
I opened the suitcase hesitantly but with courage. 'why does the whole place give me the chills?'

inside the suitcase were letters, enveloped stuffed with photos to the brim. but what confused me the most was a staggering piece of broken tinted green glass, dried blood pasted onto its surface.

I took the glass between my fingers examing it, 'what was this used for? its way to small to have killed someone..' i sat it down onto the polaroid, stuffing my hands back into the case, searching for more answers.

I picked up the two fat envelopes, some pictures falling out of them as I did, I sat the fallen photos down in a spot on the table, pushed the suitcase back a bit and then poured the photos from both enveloped onto the table in a pile.

some were torn, ragged, and bent on the edges, some had crinkles in the ink as if someone tried to crumble them up. I picked up each small pollard, it looked to be 80 dollars worth of film. most of the photos contained background images, of flowers or sunsets, some even had birds and bluejays setting on trees. after looking through all of them I was left with 4 photos in the pile, not including the one I spot on the fridge. they were of three people, and the one pig photo in the middle with all three in a family portrait sort fo pose. the small polaroids of the three, one of them in each photo, I supposed were them but I couldn't set it as a fact. the 3 polaroids were scratched out with red permanent marker, just the faces of the people, but the larger family photo was intact.

I was reminded back to my dream from last night they looked identical to the three started out faced people from my dream, clothing and all. but the photos from my dream ALSO matched the family photo that was sitting in front of me now, they were in the same pose, it contains a woman with (h/c) hair, a man with (h/c) in a business suit, its the man in the affair in my dream... and (y/n), as a young girl between them. 'is the girl from my dream (y/n) and her mother and father??' that's when I came to the conclusion if it all added up from the information from my dream to the photos.

(y/n) father was the boyfriend of the little boy's mother in my dream, the very vessel I bestowed now.

' does that mean (y/n) father was in a relationship with my vessel mother?' i thought, my mouth opened.

it doesn't make us related, saying the two didn't seem to be married and (y/n) father looked absolutely nothing like my appearance. I'm also a completely different person than my vessel, I'm just possessing it.

that's when I heard a loud crash come upstairs from (y/n) room, I panicky picked up the unit case, setting it under the edge of the table and scrapping the gold piece and photos into it, also with the photo from the fridge and envelopes.

I got up after cleaning the evidence and ran into the living room, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. i flung the door open, it hitting the wall behind it. most likely makinga dent. but i wasnt worried about that.

I was looking at the brown window and the rock on the carpet with a note tied to it with a twin string. it was a few feet away but I could see what the paper said from where I stood.

'I HAVE HER'

my breathing hitched.