Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Physical Form

"I... I need to get some food... let all of this... sink in..." you said slowly, forcibly calming your heart rate and keeping a tone of simple shock. You could tell Bill was reading your thoughts and expressions, as his one large eye was focused directly on you, hardly moving. It was disturbing, to say the least, and gave you an easy way to think of something besides running to find Dipper and the others. Bill didn't know, but you were also an expert in lies, only you were better at detecting them.

Bill seemed satisfied with your words, thoughts, and expressions, and relaxed his gaze on you. Flashing with every word he spoke, he adjusted his bow tie with a squeak, "Alright. I'll come with you."

You were expecting that. "I don't think it'd be best... You aren't exactly looking normal right now and... well... it's freaking me a little too much," you said. That part was not a lie.

"Oh... well... come back soon, okay? I guess I need to do a couple things anyway," Bill replied, glancing at the body on the floor just slightly.

You nodded and weaved your way around the body, subconsciously pocketing the rope of stable energy and leaving the building. You briskly walked to your truck and drove off, seeing Bill wave you goodbye from the window. You gave him an uncomfortable smile and waved back, driving out of the long driveway and speeding down the highway.

Not too much later, you entered a parking lot in Zigzag and hopped out of your car, looking around. What were you even thinking? How could you find Dipper and the others? The last time you saw him was a week ago in Gresham, and you had told him off for saying not to trust Bill. Of course, they were probably gone by this point. It was too late.

You began to walk, rubbing your arms and shivering. In your panic you had forgotten to grab a coat and you were out in the cold, midnight mountain air in nothing but a thin, (f/c) tank top, yellow pants covered in little nachos (it was originally an entire outfit complete with shirt, slippers, and a sleep mask which you never used, meant to match the onesie for your ex), and a pair of worn slipper boots. You began to walk, holding your arms tight to your chest and watching clouds of breath rise into the air.

You were paying no attention to what was in front of you and ended up bumping right into someone. Said someone happened to be running and completely knocked you down onto the ground, knocking the wind out of you.

"Oh! Are you okay?" asked a familiar voice, but not Dipper's.

You gave a little squeak in response, unable to say much more.

"Sorry about that! Here, let me help you up," they said, taking your outstretched hand.

You looked up, noticing a faded red sweater covered by a trench coat. A pair of glasses rested on his face, reflecting the light from a street lamp and giving him no eyes. He pulled you up with a grunt and you could see clearly into his glasses now, seeing he did in fact have eyes.

"Hey, I recognize you. You're that girl from-"

"The Zigzag Inn. I know. Nice to meet you again," you interrupted. "But thank god I found you! I need your help. Really badly."

"I'm sorry, I can't help right now. I've detected a gravitational anomaly and I-"

"I was the cause of that anomaly. And others. You may have noticed pebbles lifting off of the ground, plants getting ripped from their roots, the works. That's what I need help w-"