Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

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Everyone had settled for the night as a piercing cold wind began to blow over the mountaintop when night fell. The older Pines brothers slept in their own tent, and the younger Pines twins slept in a different tent along with (Y/N). Mabel and (Y/N) were curled up next to each other in their sleeping bags, snoring softly. Dipper, however, lay awake; as he did most nights.

He just could not stop thinking about (Y/N). He swore off romantic feelings for her in the cave, knowing damn well what would happen if he grew too attached to her. Bill would surely have adequate reason to attempt to kill him for the third time in Dipper's life and Dipper- or anyone, for that matter- would never see (Y/N) again. But that couldn't stop Dipper's increasing concern for her. As he played out scenario after scenario through his head, trying as much as humanly possible to predict possible futures, many ended with Bill having an insane amount of control over the girl's life.

Perhaps it was just Dipper's previous experiences with Bill that warranted this train of thought. He definitely did not give himself a free pass on biased thoughts. He found himself thinking about the prophecy. As was the common thought among everyone, what did a goose feather dipped in blood mean? If (Y/N) truly was who the prophecy was talking about, did it mean about her experiences? Her father? She did say she got it off of his... dead body.

Dipper just didn't really know what to think. About Bill, about (Y/N), about this entire situation. And so... strange another huge event was happening that was tied to the Pines family.

Dipper sighed. A normal life was definitely out of the equation. For both him and (Y/N). Not like he didn't mind, of course. Even in his childhood he was always interested in the supernatural. Like Ford. (Y/N), however, probably wasn't. From the look of her lab, it was easy to tell she was more into the "real" stuff. The things that had been confirmed. Yet also invested in variations of already existing animals.

But she was excited. He could see it in her face. Whenever something out of the ordinary happened, her face lit up. Not even decades of complex equations could die down her thirst for knowledge. And it was refreshing to see. Things like these were normal to Ford and everyone else Dipper tagged along with. If some giant monster were to hurl itself out of the depths of the ocean, you'd most likely hear yelps of alarm. It was average for them. But with her... everything was new. Despite being only twenty, Dipper felt like a kid again.

Someone hummed outside of his tent. Dipper sat up and peered at the thin walls, trying to see any distinctive features in the silhouette.

"Psst! Dipper! It's me!" Ford whispered, slightly waving his six fingered hand. "I need to speak with you."

Deciding it wasn't a trick- Bill shouldn't have had the need to trick him at this point- Dipper quietly got up and unzipped the door to the tent. He stepped out, his shoes still on. "Ford...?" he asked, rubbing his eyes from the glare of the flashlight. "What are you doing still up?"

"Same as you. I don't sleep much. And there's also something else. Keep your voice down. I don't want to wake anyone else up," Ford whispered quickly. "Follow me."

Dipper shrugged and followed. It was silent in the night, the snow echoing every sound that was made. Ford was walking with a destination in mind while his feet crunched in the white powder. The old man was holding a maroon journal with a six fingered golden hand placed upon the front cover. Written boldly on the glinting hand was the number four.

Soon enough both of the men stopped in a circular clearing, and Ford stood in the middle. "What is it you wanted to show me?" Dipper asked, child-like curiosity lacing his voice. "Does it have something to do with this clearing?"

"Not particularly. It was just a decent distance away from the camp. And it's easier to observe the forest for potential bears. And cougars."

Dipper shuddered. He did not want to imagine what starved carnivores would do if they found Ford and him. "So... what did you want to talk about?"

"The matter of this upcoming apocalypse. I don't see why we should be trusting (Y/N) for stopping this. She's broken, Dipper. Not in her right mind," Ford said, moonlight flooding his glasses and hiding his eyes. He stood tall and rather intimidating, his hands behind his back.

"But the prophecy-" Dipper was cut off by a dismissive wave of Ford's hand.

"Prophecies don't work if the 'only one' who can complete it would try and save her own skin, Dipper. Just think. After everything she's been through. Some person comes around and 'loves' her unconditionally. I still don't think he actually does. She would be more willing to believe Bill over any of us, though. Because why?"

Dipper knew the answer, but did not want to say it. He looked at the snow, "... Because he's gotten into her head..."

"Exactly. You know what happens when you think you can trust someone. I believed him over Fiddleford. Mabel almost believed him over you. Do you really think he'd change because of this one girl? We have to have a back up plan, Dipper. One that can destroy Bill once and for all."

"Or maybe it doesn't have to be a back up plan at all? Hm~?" someone hummed from the tree line.

Dipper and Ford immediately got in attack mode. Ford shoved the journal into his coat, Dipper scanned the area. Movement was seen directly ahead of them. Someone stepped out of the bush, no weapon in sight. They were tall and lanky. Long, thin arms were in a shrugging position as they took a large stride toward the two.

"Sorry I'm late to the party, but it's hard finding clothes for my size. Had to rush up here just to find you! Went so fast I had to take my coat off to cool down," the man chuckled. Dipper recognized that body shape, and quickly noticed the almost yellow blonde hair.

"Even after getting physical form you still stole the same guy's body?" Dipper asked with a look of disgust.

Blue eyes glinted in the reflected moonlight. "Stole?" he replied, a look of fake hurt in his eyes. "Well I would hope I had physical form, considering I never stole this body. Now if you mean the triangle that lied to me, that creep's long gone. I actually came here for a different reason."

Dipper glared at him, looking for any sign it might still be Bill. There were no recent cuts, and he wasn't sure if Bill knew about eye contacts at all. Dipper released his tension slightly.

"And what might that reason be?" Ford asked, adjusting his glasses.

"I want to help you get rid of him," the man said. He held his hands to his chest as if he were about to tell a heart-wrenching story. "Y'see, I love (Y/N), but I don't know how to tell her. But then he showed up and told me he could help me. He told me he was quite the charmer and could easily get her to love me. All he needed was some help with something he was going to do. So I thought I would do it. I did really miss her. But the next thing I knew, he was in my body! And when I finally got it back, he knocked me out and threw me in the woods like some unwanted rag doll!"

The man sniffed. "I just wanted to let her know I had changed, and she was my soul mate...."

Dipper's suspicions rose sky high again. This was her ex, wasn't he? Why would he want... Dipper shuddered.

"Trust me, I would do anything for (Y/N). Anything."