Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

The Storm

It had been a few days since you had given Bill your trust. And he really did mean it when he said was gonna stick around. Then again, you were also scared to leave Bill alone with your shed. You didn't want him getting into stuff he shouldn't be getting into.

Though, admittedly, he was a big help when he wanted to be. Bill didn't seem to show any of the powers that he had shown you in your- what he called- "mind scape." Which seemed odd to you. However, you were willing to overlook that fact in favor of Bill's willingness to help you.

Bill was in your lab with you, scribbling equations on a piece of paper. He looked around and picked up a pair of rather steampunk-looking goggles and examined them for a moment. "Hey, (Y/N)!" Bill called. "Look over here!"

You glanced over from a flower you were testing a growth serum on. Bill smiled at you with the goggles on, making him look rather ridiculous. You laughed a little and rolled your eyes. "Cute," you responded.

Bill looked back down to the piece of paper he was scribbling on. You looked back to your flower. Which seemed to have died instantly from the single drop of serum. You got a funny feeling, looking at the brown, shriveled up carcass of what used to be something beautiful. It reminded you of your ex. He was once an amazing man, well, you thought he was. He gave you flowers every week just out of the blue. He seemed to enjoy your company. He would also watch (favorite movie) with you all the time, especially when you were feeling low with the Oregon Sickness (I don't know if this is a term or not. So don't go searching it up .3.)

Oh, the Oregon Sickness. You had almost forgot about it! It was pretty deep into winter, but the days had been mostly clear lately so there was plenty of sunshine to go around.

"What's the Oregon Sickness?" Bill asked curiously, walking over.

You jumped a little, forgetting about the one thing Bill seemed to do outside of the mind scape; read minds. "The Oregon Sickness? Well... It's not a real term. But the people around Zigzag and Government Camp and the likes know about it. It's like a version of cabin fever, but instead of getting jittery from being inside forever, you get kind of depressed due to the lack of sunlight and Vitamin D during the winter," you answered, absent-mindedly scribbling a little diagram on the nearby whiteboard.

"How do you get depressed from no sunlight? Where I come from, there isn't even a sun. There's no need for it. And I'm still as chipper as ever!" Bill said, gaining a boyish and innocent tone to his voice. "Besides, it's been sunny for forever."

"Vitamin D deficiency. Sunlight provides the majority of Vitamin D if you're not taking pills or eating oranges every minute of the day. Vitamin D sorta... keeps you happy, I guess. I didn't pay much attention to human biology in high school. But vitamin D deficiency isn't really all that horrible, but sometimes people get it so bad they turn yellow."

"Yellow's a nice color."

"Not when your skin is supposed to be various pigments of pink and brown. Or you're really pale."

Suddenly your phone buzzed in your pocket, playing a long, obnoxious beep. You pulled it of of your back pocket, and flipped it around. You opened it with your thumb print and looked at the notification that had awoken the sleeping device.

"ALERT: LARGEST SNOW STORM IN RECORDED OREGON HISTORY HEADING FOR ELEVATIONS ABOVE 1,000 FEET. REMAIN INSIDE. IF YOU ARE OUTSIDE, SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY. WATER PIPES MAY FREEZE. POWER MAY GO OUT. THOSE WITH ELECTRICITY GENERATORS MUST BE CAREFUL. GAS USE MAY BE RESTRICTED FOR THE PREDICTED WEEK-LONG SNOW STORM," the robotic voice rang through the bluetooth speakers set up around the lab. As soon as the alert had ended, a deafening silence settled thickly into the lab's atmosphere. Not a word was spoken as you processed what was said by the robotic voice.