Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Join Him

"BILL CIPHER!" Ford screamed, running down the ridge. He was gripping his journal as his long coat fluttered behind him in the wind. His heavy snow boots kept him from slipping. He looked pissed.

Instantly Bill's arms retracted from you like measuring tape, snapping back to their original length. He glared at Ford as you stepped away from what would surely be a screaming match.

However, when Ford reached you both, he instead turned his gaze toward you, an angry fire blazing in his eyes. "What did you do?! I saw Bill's fire! What other deal did you make with him?! What other fake promise did he make?!" he screamed in your face, completely unhinged.

You, like usual, were unable to respond to this level of pure rage. Whatever words you were going to say were caught in your throat like a lump of burning cinnamon.

"Your anger should have nothing to do with her," Bill growled lowly. Such a low, bass-like growl shook each and every one of your organs, some more than others. "If there's one person to scream at, it's me. Not this poor woman who has been through hell and back thanks to a few choice people including me and you. So shut your trap unless you're going to be screaming at me."

Ford was completely caught off guard. You could practically hear the "HE'S DEFENDING SOMEONE?!" screaming in his head. Ford stepped back from you.

"And as for the 'fake promise' I made her, I can assure you it wasn't fake. All I did was give her some power."

"And what did she have to give you?" Ford questioned, the fact Bill had said "give her some power" not even registering.

"Well... now she's mine. And I'm hers. It's a win win situation for her. She gets some of my powers and she doesn't even have to give up anything. Well... except I guess being able to break up with me."

At this point you saw Ford's face go pale as a dumbfounded expression hit him. He looked completely stupefied. You couldn't help but giggle a little. Bill wrapped an arm around you and pulled you toward him. You had to shift a bit so his corner would not be stabbing into you. 

You looked up toward the ridge again to see the rest of the Pines family running down the ridge as well. Strangely, you couldn't see Jack. You were sure he would have shown up as well, probably trying to convince you to get back together with him, like the sleaze he was. Yet, he wasn't there.

Dipper walked over. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" he asked, glancing at the snake-like grip Bill had on your waist.

"Yeah, fine," you responded with a reassuring smile.

"I was pretty sure you were going to join him, honestly," Stan said with little remorse. He was probably cranky from the cold.

"She tried. But I wasn't going to anyway. If I really wanted to I would have stolen the quill from her a long time ago. Actually..." Bill said.

It seemed like banter among old friends. However, you could feel the hatred radiating off of each and every one of the Pines family; all directed toward Bill. Even Bill was broiling with hatred under the surface of his casual tone. Everyone was just ignoring their feelings for your sake.

You were shaken from your thoughts by Bill snapping his fingers in front of your face, "Hey! (Y/N)! Where's the quill?" 

"Oh... the quill? I... left it back in the camp... why?" you answered, not paying much attention.

"I need it to make sure the gate can never be opened. I also need your blood for that."

There was a collective "WHAT?!" from the Pines family. You were more shocked into silence. Was he trying to trick you into letting him open it?