Zigzag Logic (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Christmas Special

A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to either an extremely late or extremely early (depending on how you look at it. Isn't time great?) Christmas special. Sorry. I go to my dad's for Christmas break and for some reason he thinks I'm not responsible enough to have internet? Honestly what I do in my spare time that isn't illegal is MY BUSINESS. So I was not able to write this during that time (hence why I needed to get the ending chapters out before Christmas break). Also I got distracted by other things such as being an overly emotional meat sack with anxiety. So... anyway... on with the show! 

You hadn't particularly celebrated Christmas in a few years, at least not as much as you would have wanted to. Your ex was a very adamant atheist. You assumed because there were no religious obligations to follow. You yourself weren't a "practicing" Christian as it was called. You more used it as a fail safe in case an afterlife was real. Plus you just really liked Christmas. 

Christmas and the giving of gifts was quite a thing to explain to Bill, however. You just couldn't seem to get through his head that if you give him a gift for Christmas, you don't expect anything in return. So, in Bill's natural way of deals, he would match the exact amount of presents to give to you as you gave to him (or if he was feeling particularly "generous" he would double the amount of gifts). This was to the point that the five gifts you got Bill turned into the eight gifts he got you. You couldn't help but laugh. 

Bill looked at you curiously. Christmas Eve spirit followed him around like a mosquito; he liked the idea of getting things. "What are you laughing for?" he asked, the sweet smell of cocoa and smores wafting around him. 

"I just think it's funny how you got me double the amount of gifts I got you," you responded with a smile.

"Oooh. Speaking of which, can we open them now? They've been under the tree for a while..."

You giggled once more, "No. Not until Christmas; I already told you that." 

"But I want them now!" 

"No you big baby. Wait until tomorrow."

Bill let out a childish huff. You smiled and poked his nose. "You're so childish for being a million-year-old muse. Here, stay down here and I'll get you something."

Bill gave another curious look. You just ran off upstairs to grab the one gift Bill hadn't found out about. Walking back down, you saw Bill's eyes instantly light up and his hands clenched in destructive anticipation. You grinned and hand him the neatly-wrapped present. "Be careful, it is breakable," you warned.

Bill simply nodded, "Mhm." 

As soon as he had gotten his hands on the glittering wrapping paper, Bill tore into it like a ravenous animal. Miniscule bits of paper were scattered everywhere, making the floor look like silver snow. Bill was examining the gift that came out of the papery massacre. "A... picture of you and me?" he asked, looking back up at you. You felt as if it wasn't a good present.

"Well... yeah...! I mean... you're immortal, and I'm not. So I thought... maybe you'd want to have a picture of me for when I inevitably... you know. Just to remember me by," you said quietly.

Bill chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "Thanks, but I don't plan on living longer than you any time soon. But I will keep this with me," he said, giving you a peck on the forehead. It was a rather ominous statement, despite having sweet intentions. 

***

It was Christmas morning, and Bill was sure to remind you by screaming, "PRESENTS!" in your face to wake you from a fitful sleep. You were having a strange dream, a yellow triangle with one eye dominated over the world your mind had created. You couldn't decide whether it was good or bad, as you were never harmed. At least not by the triangle. 

You yawned and rubbed your eyes. "Alright... alright... I'm coming..." you mumbled, getting to your feet. 

Bill didn't seemed satisfied by that, and instead picked you up in a bridal style and rushed down the spiral staircase. You found yourself holding onto him for dear life, dreading the fall that may happen. 

Soon enough he placed you down on the couch, hungrily grabbing the glittery and shiny gifts addressed to his name. He tore them open one by one as you watched, a slight fear from the violence appearing in front of you. Quickly, Bill ran out of presents and was left to stare at the other gifts you had gotten him. With each passing second of silence, you grew more and more worried they weren't good enough. You were a terrible gift-giver, as explained many times by your ex. If you couldn't read minds, you couldn't buy the right gifts. 

Of course, that thought was quickly stopped by a childish scream of delight emanating from none other than a million-year-old classy-looking man with an intellect to rival that of the ancient geniuses of history. You looked at him quizzically. 

"This is awesome! What is it?" Bill asked, looking at you and holding up a box full of packaging peanuts. 

You had to contain a laugh, "It's not the peanuts. Take those out of the box."

With a moment of realization, Bill dumped the peanuts out of the box and then found the actual present, his very own portable disk player with a built-in TV. A copy of Moana was already inside. (I used to have one of those. And then I broke it by shoving a bunch of pennies in it. I broke a lot of DVD players by putting pennies in them.)

"I would have gotten you like a tablet of some sort if we had signal up here. And if you knew how to use one. But I thought you might like it as I end up hearing you watching movies in the middle of the night," you explained. 

"Movies make it easier for this squishy brain to process everything..." Bill muttered, more to himself than you. "I get to tune out..." 

"I-I didn't mean anything bad by it...!" you yelped defensively. 

Bill shook his head and looked at you. "What? Oh, no. I'm not mad. I love this thing!" Bill responded with a smile, out of his thoughts. "Okay, now you open yours."

You looked at the gifts, wondering what they might be. Carefully picking one up, you gently peeled away the badly-wrapped paper and looked at the gift. It was a small terrarium full of carnivorous plants, your favorite kind. You were... surprised. It was an amazing gift. It was small, and you were certain hard to obtain. It brought you to tears. 

"Do you not like it?" Bill asked, glancing between your streaming tears and the terrarium. "Should I have gotten bleeding hearts instead?"

You shook your head with a small smile. "N-no... I-I love it... I haven't gotten something this sweet since I was seventeen..." you mumbled. 

Bill looked at you again. "What about your mom? Ex?" he asked again. 

"Ex never let me go to mom's for Christmas... she had to visit when she could... and he hid all of the gifts she gave me..."

"Oh. Well, you don't need to worry about that anymore. You should open more presents!"

You smiled at him and continued to open the presents while Bill watched intently.