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

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(bills pov)

I walked outside of the burning house, blue flames erupting from the windows. sure it may have been overkill to light the house on fire, but there wasn't any way I would take the chance of someone looking for the father. so what better way than to stage a house fire?

(y/n) wiggled in my arms, still fast asleep. I sighed looking down at her. 'why do I care so much?' shes only holding me back from my plans.

I ignore the fact and push it out of my mind, probably keeping it to think more about tonight.
she started to mumble, but the sound was cut off from us traveling through reality, teleporting to her front yard with a snap.

I opened the door and stepped into the now empty house, I walked over and sat her down gently on the couch. she stirred from the commotion but settled now after. the sleep chant should ware off anytime now, I've cast it off from her, it takes time depending on the injury, however.

I strutted into the kitchen, spotting the briefcase on the table where I left it. I quickly picked it up in an instant and brought the luggage to my sleeping room, setting it down and watching it sink into the sheets.

I decided to sleep, hoping (y/n) would wake up not remembering what happened and would go to her room to sleep herself. I change out of my suit and into my sleepwear. climbing into the bed, the briefcase at my side.

I let myself think for some time. realizing what I had just done. it wasn't something new for me to kill a human. I've done it many times before for various reasons, for fun, even. it's just now knowing (y/n) was the daughter of that terrible man, I can't stop thinking about how I may have killed her only way of supporting her. her mother is nowhere to be found and her father is dead. I wish I knew more about her mother and where she could be. that's when I remembered 'the letters in the suitcase!' i sat my self up and grabbed the leather box.

opening it I found the two unopened letters, one looking newer than the other, but both looking pretty old. I slipped my fingers into the opening in the seal, running it across to rip the top open so I could take the papers out.

when I reached my fingers into the first envelope, I felt a card, pulling it out I read the back, it said.

'to (y/n) from your loving mother,' i cringed at the overused saying. I flipped over the card and began to read the fancy cursive.
'your father and I are so very ecstatic to have us in our lives. you were born today and we couldn't be happier to have such a beautiful baby girl that resembles both of us. Your father cried when you were born and so did i. you're sleeping upstairs now, it's your first night home, sweetie. you will be given the letter when your older by the two of us, wee hoping to make more letter for you! stay amzing~ -your mother and father' as I finished the letter i felt a weight on my chest, I felt like I could hear her mother's voice while reading the letter, even tho I didn't know her, she must be very humble. I could already see a there big happy family. where could she be now?

I heard a rustle from the other room, I ignored it, to busy with my mind on the second letter.
I opened it like the other one and threw the envelope aside for someone else to deal with. I stole a look at the messy handwriting, still nice looking at the same time. it resembled the writing behind the photograph that had been placed on the refrigerator.

I started to read over it but stopped in the middle as soon as I realized what this later was supposed to be. it was a suicide note from none other than (y/n) mother herself. I pondered a minute before continuing to read over it.

'her mother killed herself?' i asked in my mind, astonished, sure it wasn't new for humans to do this. its been happing for years. I just could not get by the fact that (y/n) handy shown any signs of it besides that night, and how could she know she had committed? she was blind.

I wanted to go talk to her, tell her sorry for asking so much about her family, but I really had no choice. there is something about her. I can't read her mind at all, unlike other humans..she was protected, there was a border.

(Third-person pov)
bill sat the letter down, crossing his legs onto the sheets as he rubbed circles into his temples. Unsuccessful to realize the tension.he was stressed. it bothered him not being able to know something that he wanted to know about, and it would bother you too if you constantly new everything everyone was thinking.

he decided to put the letters away and sleep, not worrying if (y/n) had woke up or not.

(y/n pov)

I stumbled off the sofa, the cold wood hitting the souls of my feet. I felt around my body, looking for any signs of injury, not finding any I sat back down. I was puzzled. when did I get downstairs? what happened? I don't remember anything at all.. just walking away from bill and going upstairs to sleep. that's when I realized.

"were is bill?"

I dashed to my feet and headed down the hall into his room. I opened the door, catching it so it didn't hit the wall. he was there, I heard him. I picked up the sound of his bed covers rustling, he was stirring in his sleep? he was murmuring something sounding like gibberish. I found my way over to his bedpost and rested my hand on the birch. I sensed his breathing become heavier and quicker.

he started whimpering. I frantically trailed my hand across the end of the bed until I found his hand, I held it with a worried expression. he was wheezing as if he was trying to get words out but his throat was binding them in. I tugged on his hand, trying to wake him. I jumped back in a startled motion when he shouted out a set of letters.

"A-X-o-L-O-t-L"

he screamed the jumble in an electronic and glitchy voice, the bed squeaked as he moved quickly. I pictured him whipping his back and body up into a sitting position. him gripping his hair in balls of his fist.

the letters were to fast for me to hear or remember, I didn't understand them either.

I sat on the carpet, my one arm holding my body weight up. I could almost see his mouth moving when he spoke up.

"(y/n)? what are you doing in here?" he question, his voice seeming nervous.

"y-you just screamed! what's the matter??" I pleaded. not letting him change the subject.

his voice was softer now "....it was a nightmare" it seemed as he wasn't completely giving me the truth, but I will take what I was given.
"a nightmare..? do you want to talk about it?" I quizzed.

"no, I'm fine, just go back to sleep, (y/n)" it was weird hearing him keep calling me by my name, he normally tagged me with a nickname in our conversations.

"what about you, bill? will you be able to sleep?" I puzzled in a small voice. hoping he would say that I could stay.

"........" he was silent, I felt his eyes on me. I wish I could look at him too.

the ice settled, we stayed that way for seconds. I fixed my hair with my fingertips. I saw a memory of my mother, singing to me, as I cradled my body in her lap. tears stained my soft cheeks. I was so pure, a child.

I turned red and asked, hoping it would help. "want me to sing to you?" I babbled. he seemed to go blank. then he laughed.

I pressed my lips in a line, ringing my wrist. I blushed as I realized what I had just asked a grown man.

"sing to me..? that's something humans do to infants when they have night-terrors, am I correct? do you think I'm a baby~? that's funny." he mused. I heard play in his tone, and offense at the same time. I wasn't sure which was the dominant one though.

I stuttered a mixture of sounds, trying to explain the request I gave him and debunk as well. but my words wouldn't come through and I was quiet.

he sighed. I'm sure he pitied me. "do what you will, silly human rituals won't help me. I would like to hear your voice though." he gave in, also giving me hope.

I got up and sat at the foot of the bed, to nervous to crawl up with him. "..what song would you like?"