Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Concern

It had been an hour since you guys began the climb after convincing the park ranger you were volcanic researchers. You and Ford were doing pretty well, both having been used to hiking nonstop for long periods of time. Mabel was doing okay, her just having an excessive amount of energy all the time. Dipper was trying his best to keep up and Stan was falling behind, complaining about his back and his bones.

Ford sighed, "We'll stop in a bit, but we should be moving as fast as possible for as long as possible. I'm pretty sure Bill isn't going to wait to blow up the mountain just so he can give us a monologue. This isn't a super hero show."

"Easy for you to say with all your running around between dimensions and your running all the time..." Stan grumbled.

"I don't run all the time. I just go on hikes a lot, it's good for your health."

"Health shmealth..."

You giggled at the old mens' bickering and continued on, Dipper catching up to you. He stopped next to you, breathing heavily, and then continued on with the same pace as you. "So you live here? You get to see the snow all the time and have the quiet all the time?" he asked, breathless.

You nodded. "Yeah. It's very nice and calming. Everyone on the mountain is nice too, because what's the point of being crabby when you've got this to look at?" you responded, looking toward the trees.

Now that you were in the middle of the winter- not to mention the snow storm a couple weeks prior- the snow was thick and the trees looked to only be a few feet high, when in reality 75% of their trunks were buried in the snow. Everything was quiet, the only sound being the crunching of everyone's feet and Stan's complaining. An occasional snow puff would drop from the trees and land with a dull fuff into the snow.

"Why do you live so far from everyone else, though? Isn't it farther away than most people?"

"It just makes it easier to study things, I guess. Plus I'd rather live in my dad's mountain house than at the beach house with my mom. I... don't really like the coast. I can visit it from time to time, but I can't live there. Even though the Oregon coast is pretty nice and serene too," you said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were beginning to roll in and cover the clear blue sky.

"You're living in your dad's mountain house? Are your parents divorced?" Dipper questioned, looking at you.

"Oh... no... they loved each other, very much. My dad, he just... he died. Back when I was about twelve," you said quietly.

"Oh... I'm sorry, then..."

"No, it's fine. It was in the summer, I think. We were making a project for the summer science fair with the middle school. A perpetual motion machine," you laughed a little. "To be honest it was such a feat of an invention they probably would have just given all the credit to my dad. Those things aren't supposed to even be possible. But I was the one who thought up the blue prints, and I built most of it, too. Dad just proof read and helped be build it."

Dipper stayed silent, just listening to your story.

"But then a typhoon hit. We were close to the ocean and lucky enough that it didn't cause a tsunami. But it hit hard. Our house was destroyed. Mom and I were in the basement, because dad went to go cover the windows and secure a few things. But he didn't realize how fast it was going to hit. It flattened the house and he was crushed beneath debris... it looked like an apocalypse."

Dipper looked at the ground. "That... that must have been terrible..." he said apologetically.

"It was worse when I realized it was my birthday. This quill..." you pulled the quill out of your pocket, it still retaining perfect form. "It was the last thing I got from him before his funeral. And I took it off of his dead body. He gave me his mountain house in his will, too. I'll always remember the note taped to this damned thing. 'For my daughter, one of the few human beings on this planet to truly understand me. Happy birthday.' Though I'm sure you've seen worse with that Weirdmaggedon thing."

"Well, it was pretty traumatic. But nobody died. Everyone was pretty safe and everything went back to the way it was before once Bill was gone. I guess our dimension itself wasn't too happy with Bill messing with what I'm assuming is the dimension's perfect form. So it just... fixed itself. Like how you can't mess with a dimensional counterpart. Their dimension will implode on itself due to the imperfection. But with you... things didn't just go back to normal. Your apocalypse actually had an effect on your world. So, although Weirdmaggedon was something I would never want to experience again, I wouldn't ever say that it makes what happened to you any less important. It's what makes you... well... you," Dipper told you, looking you directly in the eye.

Everything he said was just so profound and heartfelt, it actually made you feel better. He never once said his life was worse than yours, or that you should feel bad for him instead. Not a single word was mentioned about you dragging him into this situation. In fact, he barely even touched the surface on what was probably a boiling pot of hate for the yellow demon you seemed to love so much. He was so much more different than your ex, he actually gave a shit about your feelings.

You found yourself smiling and beginning to tear up just from Dipper's miniature speech. You now had a demon who cared so deeply for you he began to change himself, Dipper who seemed to know just what to say (so long as it wasn't about Bill), and Mabel, Stan, and Ford all willing to help you through everything. You were starting to feel so much less alone in this huge world, and it made you feel so much more happy.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Dipper asked, looking at you with concern.

"Y-yeah... I-I'm fine," you said, wiping the tears from your eyes. "Don't worry."

Dipper simply smiled at you and nodded, looking back ahead.

~No One's POV~

Dipper smiled at (Y/N), nodding in understanding. He barely knew the girl, but he knew she had been through so much in her life. All it took was some simple kindness toward her and she would begin to cry from joy. It made him think of her connection with Bill. He knew Bill wasn't empathetic. He knew Bill's tendency to use whatever he could against someone to get what he wanted. He knew what Bill was thinking when Dipper and his family had confronted him in the tunnel.

Dipper could see it in that singular eye the demon possessed. He wanted (Y/N) just to himself. He wanted to shield her from the world- and not in the good way. Bill wanted to hide (Y/N) from everything, as if she never existed in the first place. He definitely would not allow the girl near Gravity Falls and certainly not near the Pines family or anyone affiliated with them. With good intention, Dipper was sure of, but not with human nature in mind.

Of course, Dipper wanted to warn (Y/N) of this. Yet he knew she would do one of two things: not believe him and lose all trust in the concerned boy, or believe him and lose her personality. She would lose everything she had made herself to be if she thought she had no control in anything she did. So Dipper kept silent.

After all, ignorance is bliss.