My Name Is Bill Cipher One Shots

May 2031: Rosanna

May 2031
Rosanna's POV

I turned fifteen today. We had a wonderful party, and I opened my presents from almost everyone. Only Bill told me to save my gifts from him until I could open them alone with some time on my hands.
I open the bigger box he gave me. It's full of letters. Envelopes with my name written on the front. Each one has a date scrawled on the back. These are old. I rifle through the letters at the bottom. The earliest letter dates back to July of 2016. That was over fourteen years ago. I couldn't have been more than a few months old.
I tear open the envelope and unfold the letter I find inside.
My brother wrote all this. Bill wrote these as he was holding me, or thinking about me, or watching me. As I read more of the letter, I fill up with warmth. He wrote these so that I could learn from his mistakes and successes. He wrote about his own life, and he also wrote about me. I want to hug him so badly right now. I'll have to call him later so he can come back over and talk with me about these.
I spend the next few hours reading each and every letter. I probably should've spaced them out, but I love them too much.
Once I'm finished, I call Bill, eager to talk to him.
"You read them?" he asks. "Did you... Did you like them?"
"Like them? Oh, Bill, I loved them! Thank you!"
"Did you open the other box?"
Other box?
I suddenly notice the other unopened present beside the box of letters. "Oh my gosh. I totally forgot about that one."
"Open it. If you loved the letters, you'll love this."
I unwrap is and find a photo album.
"Oh, Bill." I flip through the pages, mesmerized. "I've never even seen most of these before."
The photographs range through the last fifteen years, from when my mom was pregnant with me, up until this point. Every picture has me in it, and in most of them, Bill is with me. If not, one of his friends, or someone else we know dearly.
I go through the pictures, talking to him about what I'm looking at, looking at the backs, too to find dates and written notes.
"You wrote on the backs of some of these pictures that Yule's in them, too. Can you see him in photographs?"
Bill laughs. "Nope. Never have been able to. He won't appear on film. Well... there have been a few occasions where we've been able to capture just a wisp of him, but that's very rare. Most would say it's just a trick of the light, or a distorted photo."
"I wish I could meet him. I love how you describe him in your letters. I wish he was someone that I could've known."
"He loves you very much, Rosanna. I know that's hard to understand on your end of things, but he really does. If you ever want to talk to him, he'd be glad to have your company, even if he can't really communicate anything back to you. That is, unless you want to have one of us as a translator."
"I feel like having another person talk for him would be weird, because I never knew him. I wouldn't know what to imagine as those words were spoken to me."
"That's fair," Bill says. "Well, I hope the rest of your birthday is wonderful."
"Can you come back over? I think we have a lot to talk about after reading and looking at these."
"Oh, sure!" he says, sounding a bit surprised. "If you'd like that, I'd love to."
He comes back to the Shack and starts telling me stories about when I first was born and what it was like for him.
"I honestly thought there was something wrong with you," he says, chucking. "You cried a lot, and I was responsible for calming you down at night. I still wasn't quite sure what to think of humans at that point, especially babies." His expression grows wistful. "People told me I was like a big brother. My mind wasn't able to make the connection back then. Being a brother was much different where I came from." He gazes at me and smiles, all the adoration in the world in his eyes. "But I loved you. You were one of the first that I really, truly loved."
I curl up to his side and he puts his arm around me. "You didn't love your siblings?"
"Love didn't exist in my dimension."
"That's terrible."
"It was. I was terrible, even if my world was worth liberating and destroying. I just couldn't stand the boringness, the apathy that emanated from everything. I broke the confines of that, but it cost the lives of nearly everything there, including those of my family."
"Do you remember your parents?"
"Barely. I can't imagine what the looked like, or their voices. They were just that unremarkable of beings. But no one deserves to die, no matter how unimportant they seem."
"Yes... I'm glad you're my brother, Bill."
"I'm glad you're my sister, Rosanna."
I look back at the box and see something stuck in the bottom. "Hey, what's that?" I crawl over and pull out whatever's stuck under one of the bottom flaps of the box. "It's another letter! I missed one!"
His eyes widen. "Well, look at that." As I tear it open to look inside, he smiles. "I forgot about that one. Those are pictures from my fist birthday party. I hadn't started writing letters at that point, but I guess we got the photos developed a couple months later."
"Developed? Bill, you're old."
He grins. "You think 2016 is old? Rosanna, I surpass a trillion years, if you wanna talk about old."
I look through the photographs. Bill and all the other people I know having fun, some holding me, others just celebrating.
"Mabel doesn't have the scar on her face yet," I remark, looking at a picture of her cradling me and smiling at the camera.
"That's right. This was two weeks before the battle with the Henchmaniacs, when she got it."
"And there's Yule, right? Dang, he was kinda cute."
Bill bursts into laughter. "Yeah, Merrily thinks so, too."
"No, no, wait-"
"I know, I know, don't worry about it. And," he wiggles his eyebrows, "I know you totally have a thing for Asher. You both are gonna date, right?"
I gape at him. "You knew?"
He beams. "Absolutely. At first, I thought you and Seb were totally a thing, but I quickly saw those was just good friend vibes. But as soon as Asher started talking to you, the both of you turned beet red. It was super cute, Rosanna."
"I'm... scared to ask. I know he's not the kind of person to make the first move, but..."
Bill hugs me. "Rosanna, you are one of the most caring, kind, fun, and lovable people I know. If he says no, it's no fault of yours. And I really don't think he would say no."
I smile. "Thanks, Bill."
"Of course, Rosy." He tousles my hair, and I laugh, pushing away his hand. I'm so fortunate to have him as my brother.