Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Just One More Movie?

Bill's hand was still bleeding, but by some miracle it hadn't gotten anywhere yet. So you immediately dug through your first aid kit to find the wrap around bandages your life depended on. You waved Bill over. "Hold out that gross hand of yours," you instructed.

Bill did as he was told and held out his hand. You began first with dabbing some hydrogen peroxide on his hand. "Ow!" Bill shrieked, followed by a laugh. "What's that for?!"

"Disinfectant," you responded. After the bubbles had faded away- much to the disappointment of Bill- you began to wrap the bandages around his hand. When you were finally done, Bill looked at his hand with a slight dismay.

"Why is my hand all covered up? I can't move it..." Bill whined.

"Because you practically had holes in your hand. So we'll keep that there until it gets nasty or your hand heals up," you answered.

Bill whined again and you just walked to your room; Bill followed closely behind. You dug through your drawers and threw clothes here and there, which Bill caught with expert precision and timing. You pulled out a yellow adult-sized onesie that had little triangles all around it, with large words on the chest part saying "Nacho cheese."

You showed it to Bill. "It's the only thing I have that would fit your size," you explained. "My mom got it for me a few Christmases ago... well... really for my former 'fiancé' who was actually a lying cheat that was going to get married to someone else at the same time."

"Sounds awful," Bill commented. "And you kept it?"

"Oh ho ho I kept all of his shit. He didn't get a dollar back. In my opinion he didn't deserve to marry that woman."

Bill stayed silent. You handed him the onesie. "You can figure out how to put it on if you don't already know," you said and left the room to let Bill change.

You walked back down the stairs and grabbed the whistling pot's handle and poured the boiling water into mugs. You grabbed the little chocolate powder packets that came with the adorable little marshmallows that melted almost instantaneously. But they were still cute. So you stirred the cocoa powder in the cups and put Bill's mug on the table.

After a small while,Bill had come back out of your room, wearing the onesie which fit him perfectly. Bill walked over and grabbed the mug, warming his hands with it before taking a sip. He had let his cocoa cool, so it didn't burn him. Which you were glad about. You weren't certified to deal with third degree burns.

You sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, putting in a favorite movie of yours into the cheap DVD player. Bill sat on the floor with his mug and looked around. "I honestly thought there would be more... You know... Sciencey stuff. Like papers and cork board and little strings all over the place," Bill commented.

"No that's all in my lab. This is just where I sit down to warm up. Maybe take care of a sick or injured animal or two if I find one on my walks into the forest," you replied, clicking play on the remote.

The movie began and Bill asked questions all the way through it, asking "who's that," "why did that happen," "is that situation really survivable" and many other questions. Finally the movie ended and you let out a long sigh, relieved of Bill's never-ending barrage of questions. You got up and put the empty cocoa mug into the sink with a clatter. You decided to go sit back down next to Bill and ask him questions instead.

"So..." you began. "Why exactly were you out in below freezing temperatures in a suit?"

Bill thought for a second, contemplating his answer. "Um, well, I was... Going to a party... And it was a formal party. You know how rich people are..." he said, as if he was unsure of his own answer.

"And yet you decided to walk there with no jacket? Not even snow boots?" you asked.

"I-it was only a short walk from my house. And I decided to save myself time by going through the forest.... Yeah... That sounds about right..." Bill looked around, not keeping eye contact with you throughout the conversation.

"I'm assuming you got chased by something considering you're a walking target?"

"Yup... It was... Bears-... Wolves-... Bearwolves..."

You sighed. Bill was hiding something. And not very well. "So you got chased by... bearwolves...? And then what did they do? Tickle you?" you continued with a laugh.

Bill turned a slight shade of red. "... yes..." he whispered.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Well why don't I take you back home, then? I've got some more exploring to do tomorrow and none of my snow clothes fit you."

Bill looked at your white coat with a loathing expression. He turned back to you. "N-no... I-I can't... I... Er... I just moved so I don't remember where I live... Could I stay with you just a little longer until I can get my bearings?" Bill asked, giving you puppy eyes.

"Ugh... Fine. But only for one more night and day. You can sleep on my couch. And I'll be leaving really early tomorrow, so if you get hungry, there's hot dogs, nachos, Doritos... that sort of stuff. Okay?"

Bill nodded.

"Alright, I'll be heading to bed. I've got a long day tomorrow, so you can look around or whatever," you said and began to head up to your room.

Before you reached the stairs, Bill grabbed your arm. He looked at you with unnatural yellow eyes. "Can we just watch another movie please...? Just one more?"

"I-I've got to get some sleep..." you muttered.

"It's just one movie. What harm can that do?" Bill asked, somehow managing to pull off those puppy eyes once again.

You gave up and sighed. "Okay... Fine... But just one more!"

Bill grinned and pulled you back to the couch, seating himself next to you. He picked out a random movie and carefully set it into the DVD player, exactly how you had done earlier, and played the movie.

You didn't understand why he was so happy, but you rolled along with it. You wrapped yourself in a blanket and sat back, yawning.