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I Hate You || Bill Cipher x Reader [3]
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“Maybe you should’ve asked about the side-effects of having a brain-mate.” Cipher said, standing behind you as you looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair matted and bruises forming along your ribs and hips, which were poking out as if trying to escape from your body.
“How did this…” you said, your hand resting on your stomach, inverted from your ribs. Cipher reached around you, his hands outlining your ribs.
“Your perception of time messed up, so you ate once a day, and now you’re like this,” He gestures to the mirror. “Hideous.” He smiled, he seemed pleased with what he had sculpted out of you. He then chuckled. “Okay that’s enough of that,” He snapped his fingers, and you were back to normal. You were no longer a skeleton, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “That’s not why I woke you up from your beauty sleep.”
The atmosphere of the room grew cold and serious. Goosebumps crawled up your arms and legs and you anticipated his next words. “Do you know how long I’ve been in your head?” What a stupid question, you almost laugh. You barely knew how old you were at this point. “7 months. Happy birthday by the way.” Your breath hitches in your throat. Seven months. Birthday? How old were you? “I’m kidding. I have no clue when your birthday is. When is it?”
You open your mouth to speak, to answer. But nothing comes out. “I…” You breathe. “Being with you has made me forget who the fuck I am.” Cipher let out a hearty laugh.
“I didn’t care anyways. That just means you’re my property. Isn’t that great, pumpkin?” You don’t care. “Anyways. Here’s what I need from you, listen carefully.”
“You are just a vessel,” He begins. “Messing with you has been fun, but you’re so predictable now. It’s hilarious, you pull a few strings and suddenly a person reacts exactly how you want them to.” You growl.
“Are you p-”
“‘-Proud of yourself’? Yes, actually, I am.” He finished for you. “But stop changing the subject. Here’s what’s important;” He sits back in the air, floating up. “A decade ago, my body was turned to stone.” He begins. “Or maybe just last summer? I don’t know. The point is, I was turned to stone, my body, at least. I managed to get out with only a quarter of my abilities left. And now, by weakening you to the point of near death and getting to know you, I have full power over you.”
“You’re going to take a bus to a place called Gravity Falls, in Oregon.” Oregon isn’t too far from where you are. It wouldn’t take long to get there, but it’s not like you have a choice. “You’ll rent out a cabin or something, and you’ll go through the woods until you find my body.” He leaned back in a less serious manner, now, his hands behind his head. “I’ve already bought your plane ticket. First class! You have a lot of money you don’t use, anyways. Now you just have to pack and we’re ready to go.”
“Why should I?” You asked, staring at him through the mirror you stood in front of. This caught him off guard, he stared holes into the back of your head.
“Because you’re my vessel, and you have no choice.” He stopped staring at you, as if the argument were over suddenly. Anger built up in you, you raised your arm and threw a fist at the mirror, shards sitting on your now-bloodied knuckles. Bill scoffed. You picked up the biggest glass shard you could find and turned around, pointing it at Bill.
“And you’re weak.” You grumbled. He let out a laugh, pointing at the glass shard. “You think that will hurt me? Oh, you’re sad. Come on, pack up your stuff.” In only a few seconds of thinking, you turned the glass shard to your neck, letting it poke into you slightly, a small drip of blood leaking. Bill’s laugh slowly trailed off. You went off his script.
“You wouldn’t.” Although the sentence was a statement, he seemed unsure.
“I have nothing to lose.” You stated, your face remaining calm and collected, and you wondered if you were truly going to do it. It seemed like at any time a muscle in your hand would twitch and you’d be dead in an instant. You instead focused on the blood from your neck mixing into the blood on your knuckles.
The demon’s head tilted downwards. He seemed defeated. “What is it that you want, exactly?” His voice was laced with anger and annoyance, but most importantly, defeat.
“What do you plan to do when you get your body, Cipher?”
“I plan to conquer.” His answer was less than 5 words, there were no flirtatious remarks, there were no useless nicknames. He’s going off his script. You’ve won.
“Let me conquer with you.” Bill’s head snapped upwards, staring into your eyes. His line was ‘are you fucking stupid?’, but it seems he’s forgotten the words. You give him a cue. “Or,” You grip the glass shard harder. “You can come die with me. What was that thing about Egyptian demons and failed pacts and Anubis? Maybe you’d prefer that-”
“Fine.” He says. You smile and drop the glass shard.
You head to the bathroom to clean up the trails of blood on you. “Maybe you should’ve asked about the side-effects of having a brain-mate.”
“How did this…” you said, your hand resting on your stomach, inverted from your ribs. Cipher reached around you, his hands outlining your ribs.
“Your perception of time messed up, so you ate once a day, and now you’re like this,” He gestures to the mirror. “Hideous.” He smiled, he seemed pleased with what he had sculpted out of you. He then chuckled. “Okay that’s enough of that,” He snapped his fingers, and you were back to normal. You were no longer a skeleton, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “That’s not why I woke you up from your beauty sleep.”
The atmosphere of the room grew cold and serious. Goosebumps crawled up your arms and legs and you anticipated his next words. “Do you know how long I’ve been in your head?” What a stupid question, you almost laugh. You barely knew how old you were at this point. “7 months. Happy birthday by the way.” Your breath hitches in your throat. Seven months. Birthday? How old were you? “I’m kidding. I have no clue when your birthday is. When is it?”
You open your mouth to speak, to answer. But nothing comes out. “I…” You breathe. “Being with you has made me forget who the fuck I am.” Cipher let out a hearty laugh.
“I didn’t care anyways. That just means you’re my property. Isn’t that great, pumpkin?” You don’t care. “Anyways. Here’s what I need from you, listen carefully.”
“You are just a vessel,” He begins. “Messing with you has been fun, but you’re so predictable now. It’s hilarious, you pull a few strings and suddenly a person reacts exactly how you want them to.” You growl.
“Are you p-”
“‘-Proud of yourself’? Yes, actually, I am.” He finished for you. “But stop changing the subject. Here’s what’s important;” He sits back in the air, floating up. “A decade ago, my body was turned to stone.” He begins. “Or maybe just last summer? I don’t know. The point is, I was turned to stone, my body, at least. I managed to get out with only a quarter of my abilities left. And now, by weakening you to the point of near death and getting to know you, I have full power over you.”
“You’re going to take a bus to a place called Gravity Falls, in Oregon.” Oregon isn’t too far from where you are. It wouldn’t take long to get there, but it’s not like you have a choice. “You’ll rent out a cabin or something, and you’ll go through the woods until you find my body.” He leaned back in a less serious manner, now, his hands behind his head. “I’ve already bought your plane ticket. First class! You have a lot of money you don’t use, anyways. Now you just have to pack and we’re ready to go.”
“Why should I?” You asked, staring at him through the mirror you stood in front of. This caught him off guard, he stared holes into the back of your head.
“Because you’re my vessel, and you have no choice.” He stopped staring at you, as if the argument were over suddenly. Anger built up in you, you raised your arm and threw a fist at the mirror, shards sitting on your now-bloodied knuckles. Bill scoffed. You picked up the biggest glass shard you could find and turned around, pointing it at Bill.
“And you’re weak.” You grumbled. He let out a laugh, pointing at the glass shard. “You think that will hurt me? Oh, you’re sad. Come on, pack up your stuff.” In only a few seconds of thinking, you turned the glass shard to your neck, letting it poke into you slightly, a small drip of blood leaking. Bill’s laugh slowly trailed off. You went off his script.
“You wouldn’t.” Although the sentence was a statement, he seemed unsure.
“I have nothing to lose.” You stated, your face remaining calm and collected, and you wondered if you were truly going to do it. It seemed like at any time a muscle in your hand would twitch and you’d be dead in an instant. You instead focused on the blood from your neck mixing into the blood on your knuckles.
The demon’s head tilted downwards. He seemed defeated. “What is it that you want, exactly?” His voice was laced with anger and annoyance, but most importantly, defeat.
“What do you plan to do when you get your body, Cipher?”
“I plan to conquer.” His answer was less than 5 words, there were no flirtatious remarks, there were no useless nicknames. He’s going off his script. You’ve won.
“Let me conquer with you.” Bill’s head snapped upwards, staring into your eyes. His line was ‘are you fucking stupid?’, but it seems he’s forgotten the words. You give him a cue. “Or,” You grip the glass shard harder. “You can come die with me. What was that thing about Egyptian demons and failed pacts and Anubis? Maybe you’d prefer that-”
“Fine.” He says. You smile and drop the glass shard.
You head to the bathroom to clean up the trails of blood on you. “Maybe you should’ve asked about the side-effects of having a brain-mate.”
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25/3/2017 [15:51] it's been a while, but I've finally planned out a story for this. No promises, though.
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I love it! the writing is very great but I'm feeling a little lost here...why does reader suddenly want to "conquer" with Bill? ^^'