Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Party of Four

You looked behind you, seeing the girl with the shooting star earrings slightly waving you over. You stood up and walked over to the party, standing by the table. The girl scooted over and patted the spot next to her. You quietly took your seat and looked at everyone.

Ford cleared his throat. "We... we heard your conversation. And... well... we think you have a problem," he said.

"More like Dipstick was listening in," the girl nudged Dipper, the boy in the pine tree hat.

"Mabel!" Dipper hissed, pulling his hat over his face.

"Problem...?" you asked, a nervous chuckle following. "W-what kind of problem...?

Stan looked up from his menu. "Your problem with a particularly strange and annoying Dorito. What is that deal you made with him?" Stan said, looking bored.

"Always straight to the point, aren't you, Stan?" Ford sighed.

Stan shrugged. You grew more nervous by the second. "I-I don't know what you're talking about... I-I was just going to have lunch with my friend..." you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Hey, we're not here to hurt you! We're here to help and stop you from making any bad mistakes," Mabel said.

Suddenly someone roughly snagged your arm and said in a slightly deep voice, "(Y/N), we're leaving. Now."

He pulled you out of your seat and dragged you along with him. You took a quick look at the guy, noticing it to be Bill.

Ford stood up from his seat, slamming his strange, six-fingered hands on the table. "You let her go! This instant!" he yelled.

"Listen, guy! I don't know what bull you're trying to get into my girlfriend's head, but it's not gonna work!" and by the time Bill had finished his sentence, he already had the both of you out of the restaurant. Your face was heated from the mention of "girlfriend" and you just followed him silently until you got to the truck. Bill turned to you before letting go of your arm. "Look, (Y/N), I'm sorry about that. It's just... that old guy in the trench coat... I was his muse a while ago. And then one day, without any warning, he took the portal I had been helping him work on and destroyed it! It created a rift between dimensions. I had managed to contain the rift and keep it from him for a good few decades, but when he found me, he threatened to kill me unless I gave him the rift! Of course I didn't give it to him, but he snatched it from me anyway. When he got it, he smashed the container and a portal to a hellish dimension opened!" Bill explained. He was a hand talker, and he threw his arms this way and that to emphasize his point. "He turned everything upside down! Meaning had no meaning, time was broken, and he called himself the king! He was consumed with power and I couldn't do anything to stop him! The only thing that kept him bubbled in was some strange phenomenon which I have yet to discover the equation for. Eventually, I was able to stop his armageddon and put him back to his normal human state. However..." Bill paused with an "it gets worse" expression, "I couldn't convince anyone that he had been the cause, because he looked so different from his 'ruler' state. So he's been running around, rampant, and tricking anyone he can to join him!"

"But... that Dipper guy seemed nice. Same with the Mabel girl," you said.

Bill's eyes turned dark and he scowled. "They're just minions of his. They didn't return to their hell dimension so they turned 'human' with the old man. (Y/N), just... stay away from them. You've gotta trust me. Don't you remember our deal?" Bill held out his hand again, reminding you of the deal. He raised his eyebrows at you as you just looked at his hand.

You looked down at the ground. "Y-yeah.... I-I remember..." you said, looking up and taking Bill's hand. "I trust you. I... I have no reason not to. You've helped me with a lot of stuff."

Bill smiled and gave your hand a quick little shake. "Thank you. I'm glad you kept with the deal, unlike old Sixer," he said, letting go of your hand and getting into his side of the car.

You went to your side, reminded Bill of the seat belt once again, and began to drive home.

***

You pulled the freshly popped popcorn out of the microwave, carefully opening it up and wincing as the buttery smell got into your eyes. You shook your head and walked to the couch, seating yourself next to Bill.

Bill was looking through your movie collection, as you had finally given him the chance to pick the movie. Bill, of course, was ecstatic as there was a plethora of movies you had yet to even look at. You were generally trying to avoid eye contact with Bill. His eyes were becoming... strangely unsettling to you. In fact, his entire demeanor was becoming foreign and unnerving and you would constantly look around the corner and watch him when he wasn't paying attention.

Bill finally picked a movie and turned to you, a sweet smile on his face. It was the same smile he had given you back in the lab when he put on the goggles. Innocent and childish. But you didn't, for lack of a better word, trust it. You smiled back out of politeness and Bill put the disc in the DVD player.

The movie began to play; it was some sort of comedic parody movie of a popular science fiction franchise. You knew the name, you just didn't want to bother with remembering it.

Bill's arm was suddenly around your waist and he pulled you closer to him, smiling at you. You gave him a nervous chuckle and focused back on the movie, not daring to get any closer than you already were. You thought back to just a week or so ago, when you woke up to that horrifyingly recognizable face and voice, as he held you next to him with his arms clasped tightly around your waist. Sweetheart, he called you. And "sweetheart" you never wanted to be called again. 

~???'s POV~

Bill looked at (Y/N), giving her a small smile. She smiled back and awkwardly chuckled, immediately turning back to the movie Bill had picked. Bill frowned, unsure of why she was acting so strange. She was supposed to trust him. He had done everything in his power to make her trust him. So why was she acting as if she did not?

Bill contemplated this throughout the movie, often times turning toward trying to read (Y/N)'s mind; in which, however, was such a jumble of thoughts he could not understand a word. This sudden turn of attitude toward Bill confused him greatly.

But toward the end of the movie, (Y/N) was acting as if everything was fine. Bill couldn't quite understand. (Y/N)'s logic seemed so... zigzagged.

Bill took the movie out of the DVD player and put it back where he found it. He looked toward (Y/N), thinking about something that confused him further. He didn't quite understand his own emotions. So, not knowing what else to do, he just left it at that: confusing emotions.