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

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(bills pov)

I felt sweat drop from my forehead. he could have told her anything. he could have told her how I killed so many innocent people, or about my plan to travel here from the mindscape and take over gravity falls. I was about to ask what he answered until she changed the subject in a rushed voice.
"i-i..i was going to actually ask about my mom.." she beamed a weak smile. I felt all the worry escape me. she looked so pitiful.

"Tell me about your mom." I requested in a soft voice, this seemed to lighten her mood. her smile turned upwards slightly, showing her teeth.

"my mom..she was a great person..."
she spoke in a genuine voice. from that look, she must have been.
"she sang to me when I had nightmares, helped me sew my cloak.." she trailed off, looking down, eyes closed and a smile painted on her face. her cheeks started to splotch into a blush.

"she sounds perfect for you..lm glad you had her. some humans don't deserve the families their born into. they treat them horrible.." I told. a tiny smark plastering on my cheeks, I ran a hand through my hair. it was a habit I gained in this form.

"she really was! my father was no different... but then he left. but ill never forget what he gave me before he left.," she sighed. I felt chills go down my spine, remembering when I lost my control when I was saving her. I don't think ill ever tell
(Y/N) what I did to her father, for her sake and mine.

she reached into the collar of her short, twiddling her finger trying to find the thing. she pulled out a gold chain, on the end a hanging triangle charm. I felt my face heat up. "he gave this to me~" she grinned, holding it up to me after unclipping it. she dropped it into my hands. I examined it as she continued speaking.

"When I was around 4 my mom would wake me up every morning at 8 am to help me get ready, she would brush my (H/c) hair, adding bulky bows to it when she finished." (Y/N) gushed.

I wondered how (Y/N) knew what her hair looked like when she was a kid, if she was blind she wouldn't have known about the bows or her hair color. I figured her mother just explained her appearance to her.

I gripped the small triangle charm between my index and middle fingers, looking at it shine onto the ceilings as I tuned it different angles...

"she would take me into the front yard when she watered the flowers. I would play in the grass and get excited when I found insects like ladybugs or butterflies. sometimes she would give me bits of bread to feed the bluejays that sat atop the trees! I loved staring at there beautiful blue feathers, listening to them chirp~" she chattered. I paid more attention to her words now.
'she loved to stare at the birds? as in she could she them..?' i felt a feeling form in my chest, it felt confused and exiguous, but curious. I'm starting to form a theory. she keeps talking like she used to be able to see, but that's just impossible. god, what am I thinking!?

(y/n) kept on with her cognitive rambling, I paid attention to every word and simple with a gaze.

"..and if I begged enough, she would let me play with her beautiful hair. it was so long and soft, it felt like strings of silk, weaving into the cloth as I brushed through it. I taught myself how to do french braids, stick bows into her locks. her hair was the same color as mine. I always felt like I would look like her when I grew older. she wore the prettiest close in town aswell~ and she made them all herself!" I felt my head mixing with confusion. my pupils dilated as I opened my mouth to ask her a question.

"oh, and don't let me get started on my father, he always took me into town when I was a kid. he would stop and let me play in the clean white snow that built up in the fake flower pots in front of the shops-" "how do you know..?" I interrupted, letting out a breath of air I had been holding while I thought.

"..what do you mean.., bill?" I felt my brain shake at the sound of her calling my name.
there's so much she's not telling me and I can't handle it.

"How could you see the snow?? the birds and your mother, how did you know exactly what your front yard looked like??" I let out, keeping my calm but a worried look on my face. I got the feeling that she wasn't born blind. I'm to the conclusion that her childhood hood hasn't been as great as she put off. did she suffer from an injury, a sickness?...harm?

she was pale. her face held the look off 'I've said too much' or 'i take it back' she regretted telling me. she cradled her hands around her torso. "i d-d-dont know what your reffering to..ive always been blind, bill. you know that..!" she barked, shooting her head toward me. her hairs wayed alone with her movements.

"i-i-know! but the way you talking, I know there more you, not telling me.." I stuttered. I was afraid I would pry too hard. drive her away like last time...

".. there are t-things I don't want you to know bill..!" she was serious now. she spat at me in a threatening tone. I leaned back away from her, I've never seen this part of her. it was like she was trying to keep me from finding out something, something about her past she locked away long ago.

"Please, just tell me... whats wrong? I want to help..you! I'll try to be better for my mistakes..!" I retorted.

(y/n pov)

I saw it, the blood. my blood. the broken glass, the picture I broke. I saw the bottles and names she called me. I didn't want to remeber.. no! n-o!. I didn't want to think of her like that, she was my loving mother.. not that monster! please bill just stop asking! the memories are throwing themselves at me farther than I can catch them. there coming out to fast for me to hide them again, there trying to escape. my breathing gets jagged and I cough, covering my mouth with my hands.

I can't let bill know what my mother did.. I want him to see me as someone whos had a good life, not someones whos terrorized by flashbacks and memories. i see it, her hands. she's reaching for me, she's going to hit me. I struggled to get away, to back away. I feel as if I'm about to fall off a ledge, I look behind me and see an endless drop to nothingness. my mother comes closer to me, she's covered in blood, shouting curses and names at me. I slap her hands away and cover my ears. trying to escape. she grabs my shoulders and I fell like screaming but nothing comes out. her hands are pushing into my shoulder blade.

I force my hands to push me backwards farther, not afraid if I fall to my death. my vision around me flashes black and white, my mothers face starting to deteriorate. her words becoming un clear. I let out another scream before pushing the monster off me, I fall off the ledge and in my mind, I feel like its a drop going on forever. but then almost imminently, my body crashes into a hard surface. my vision is black and I cant see my mother anymore, I'm blinded again and out of my mind.

bills pleading voice slowly reaches my eardrums. it starts as a echo that cuts off midway. "(Y/-! plea-! calm d! ge- up-p-p" his tone starts to run together faster than I want it to.
"please (y/n)! I'm sorry for asking about your sight! I'm sorry! just please don't leave me!" he ordered in an angry tone. that's when I realize I'm on the ground from falling off the side of the couch, the hands that were on my shoulders weren't my moms but bills. now he's beside me, on the floor beside the couch, shaking me to get up.

I push him away and attempted to make a dash for my room. but while I'm running up the stairs I feel my foot give out at the second to last step, and before I know it I'm falling down the staircase, my arms in front of me and my head spinning. the last thing I remember is the sound of my shoes against the stairs. I hold my breath.

hopefully, I never have to breathe again.