Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

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"No no no! You see, only your blood on that quill will completely close the gate. That way, even though I've broken the Circle, no one can open up the mountain. If anyone else's blood gets on it, even a little, the whole gate opens and then you're in trouble," Bill explained. He suddenly stopped. "Wait... you said you left it at the camp...?"

You nodded.

"Then do any of you have it?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Looking for this?" asked a familiar voice. The snake-like length of his s's, the wispy, evil smirk in his voice clear as day. Jack was back.

You turned to look and saw him standing atop the edge of the mountain's crater, holding your quill up in the air. He had a grin on his face. It was even more disturbing than Bill's, and that was saying something for someone who wasn't used to having a mouth. You stepped back.

"I've got to say, (Y/N), you were able to get yourself into a heap of trouble once I left, weren't you?" he said with a sick laugh. "Maybe I should have stayed."

You were turning red with anger, and a sudden red glow beside you indicated Bill's rage. At least Bill agreed with you; the way Jack treated you was absolutely horrid.

"You... never left. I kicked you out," you said quietly, still unable to speak up against Jack for more than a sentence.

"Oh please, I was the one who left you to teach you a lesson. How you can't live without me."

"You-" Bill started, burning with unfathomable hatred. It was actually starting to burn you. "You misogynistic, evil, narcissistic BASTARD! I THOUGHT I WAS BAD. YOU'RE SO MUCH WORSE. YOU THINK YOU'RE SO AMAZING, DO YOU?!"

You could see Jack's confidence falter as Bill continued to scream obscenities in pure, unadulterated rage. You were glad to see him finally get what he deserved, but even you thought it was a bit too much. Bill started to get closer and closer to Jack, his eye inverted. Jack was stepping back, but suddenly stopped and wobbled, having reached the edge of the crater. He was tipping dangerously toward the deadly outer edge of the mountain, where a tumble would surely kill you by snapping every bone in your body and turning your brain into mashed potatoes.

Bill continued inching closer to Jack, his fury melting the snow around him. Jack had gone even paler than his usual self, which was about as white as the snow around him.

You wanted to stop Bill, basic human morals taking over, but you couldn't. Or maybe, you wouldn't. You could feel everyone else's thoughts too, they were in the same predicament. Moral obligation over need for justice. But the deciding factor for everyone was the snow around Bill beginning to boil away into gas. As angry as the Pines have probably made him, you knew he had never been this angry before.

~No One's POV~

Jack looked behind him, fear in his eyes as he saw the rocks slip from under his feet and tumble down the steep decline. One rock slammed against a tree and broke into hundreds of sand-sized pieces.

The heat from the demon was becoming unbearable. It was like standing at the outer edge of a volcano's crater. The glowing red burned Jack's eyes and he could smell burning hair as his scalp began to smoke. Burning flesh created the illusion of a twisted barbeque as the smell wafted around in the wind. Despite being far from the timberline, he could hear the sound of howling coyotes, starved and hungry for their new meal.

He had messed with the wrong demon.

"OH THAT IS RIGHT, STAG. YOU. MESSED. WITH. THE. WRONG. GUY." Bill screeched into his face as he grabbed Jack's arm. The sizzling sound of the flesh made the Pines and (Y/N) gag.