Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Stop Him

Bill glanced at the knife. Why would she have that?

Jack laughed, "Your expression is beautiful, Bill! I'm not talking about this silly thing. I'm talking about that quill she got all those sad years ago when someone dear to her decided to be a hero and got himself killed. You ever wonder what that last part of the prophecy meant? 'A great demon will destroy the circle, and seal the world's fate with a goose feather dipped in blood?' You've already destroyed the circle with those arcane runes. There's one thing left to do, dip this thing in blood."

Bill held (Y/N) closer to him, "Don't you dare think I'll let you near her to do that stupid ritual you sack of shit!"

"Psh. I'd never use her blood. That would defeat the purpose of the whole thing! The thing about the goose feather, is that if anyone's blood but hers gets on this, it breaks the seal of this mountain. The circle is gone, there's no extra protection except this quill, buddy. I could use your blood, obviously it would take a much smaller amount of blood from a 'real demon' to make this work, but then you would have control, right? So I can use mine, and control the fire demons that sprouted out of this mountain before."

With that sentence, Jack sliced his arm open just deep enough to get a heavy blood flow, letting it pour onto the quill he had pulled out of his pocket. Soon enough the circle Bill had drawn into the snow began to glow a bright red as Jack patched up his arm. The ground beneath the circle started to crack into an X formation, opening up the mountain.

It was Bill's turn to laugh. "You think they're just 'fire demons?'" he asked with a sneer. "They won't listen to you. They only listen to me, because they're not from some hellish 'fire dimension,' idiot, they're from the Nightmare Realm and they're my friends."

Jack, surprisingly, didn't seem scared at all. He actually... seemed more cocky than before.

As soon at the X had opened up the whole way, all of Bill's friends spilled out of the crack between dimensions and landed with the thundering pound of hundreds of feet. They all looked around, looking for someone.

"Has anyone seen Bill?" asked a pink demon-looking creature. Her flaming boots melted deep into the snow.

"I'm sure he's somewhere. He's the only one to know how to open that wretched mountain," replied another, twitching an ear as 8-balls rolled around in their skull.

Bill called to them from his spot, feeling small, yet trying to hold his confidence, "Hey! Over here! I'm over here!"

Instantly, every one of them snapped their heads- or their entire bodies in some cases- toward the small, shrill scream of a demon missing his echo. The voice was easy to recognize, but it was missing the familiar, timeless echo of a trillion-year-old sociopathic creature. They all narrowed their eyes, or furrowed their brows, or frowned depending on the creature. What was this... thing that sounded like Bill? Had he possessed someone? If then, why was he holding a human? And why was he not in that physical form he had bragged about a month earlier?

"Bill, if that's even you, where's that physical form of yours? Before you left you were bragging about tricking some human into making something for you," said the pink creature, looking defensive.

Bill could pretty much feel the anger coming off of (Y/N). He would have some explaining to do later. "Pyronica, this is the physical form. I just... had to change it. I'd change back but I forgot it takes forever to change back," he lied. He knew exactly what would happen.

8-Ball, the goblin thing with the rolling 8-balls in its head, stepped forward. "Then why aren't you back to normal? When the gate opens you get all of your abilities back," he wheezed. "You're still holding a human."

Bill looked down at the human he was holding, the human he had thrown everything away for. Every ambition he had was gone in the wake of this shivering human girl. Normally he would have dropped her to get to his rightful place, the place he deserved, but she was dying. He was not about to release this human to whatever afterlife may have awaited her. "This one's... different," he said simply.

"Oh please," Jack interrupted smugly. He walked in front of Bill and closer to the mass of monsters. "He's in love with her. In fact, he was about to do absolutely nothing about the mountain because of her. I'd say he betrayed the people he should not have betrayed."

Pyronica looked down at the... thing standing before her. It looked like a paler version of Bill's current state. Strangely it was acting more like Bill than Bill was. "What's your deal, human?" she asked in a mocking tone. "Think you can just waltz up and expect us to accept you like an old friend? If there's one thing about Bill that never changes, it's the fact that he doesn't change."

"Oh you'll be thinking differently in a minute. That girl there? She was about dead a few moments ago. Bill saved her. If you look at his face, you can see that he was crying. He has changed, hun, and not in the way any of you would like."

Pyronica squinted her large eye at Bill, getting a closer look at those disgusting human features. Boy were humans ugly. Then, she saw it clear as day. Frozen tears on his cheeks. The human was holding him as if he were her savior, as well. Pyronica found herself mortified.

Bill Cipher had fallen in love with a human!

What was she to do? No one had powers like Cipher. Out of all the outlaws from every dimension, he was the one who could do it all. Bend time and space to his will. But he threw it all away for some pale, sickly blue human.

"Now I know I'm not the all powerful demon you guys might want, but I can assure you you don't need him. All of you can match his powers. I'm actually pretty good at organizing things if I say so myself," the pale man said.

"Pyronica, don't you dare listen to him," Bill growled, that familiar demanding tone lacing his voice. "You better not be telling me you're going to let a human lead this!"

"Like you didn't let a human stop the plans you've had for millennia? Fat chance. We'll see how long you can keep being human once she gets killed," Pyronica growled back.

She could see the rage bubbling up inside him, turning that disgusting skin red. But he did not act on the rage. He never dropped the girl.

So he really was gone.

Well, that was it. Enough standing around. Every being from the Nightmare Realm was going to take what was rightfully theirs. And if a human had to take the throne, so be it. He would die soon anyway.

Every one of them, every single monster, stormed down the mountain as the mountain gate shined light straight up into the air like a beacon. Some monsters were large, each step sending a shiver down the entire mountain. Others were small and crafty, bending the laws of physics to their will. Ahead of them all, riding atop an odd bread-looking creature, was a human. With all intent to destroy the world.

A/N: Funny how a morally correct decision ends this way, huh? I hope you liked it! It probably got a little out of hand, but it leads into a really good sequel depending on which one people liked best .w.