"Weirdmaggeton"

-Bill Cipher

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Bill Cipher's POV

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                 Jolting from slumber, my lungs flare with a scorching sensation. An overwhelming desire to unclog them explodes and I cough a violent fit. My chest earns a foreign heavy. My fingers tremble dry over my neck as it squeezes the last bit of toxicity from my shuttering body. What frail skin did I possess now?

                 I keep swallowing air. The overcast drains from my foggy sight. The urgent sensation dies down and I'm left to breathe gradually smaller and smaller. A deep color emerges from the stale grey. It's a color I've always thought was petty, but seeing it like this, my shoulders relax. Everything is blue.

                  I take a risk and look at my form. I'm laying down, my feet kicking loosely nothing. My arms grasping nothing to my sides. My elbows feel cold. It seems I'm hovering, but over what? I look down and stare with a drowsy eye at the darker abyss transcending to royal blue. It's swallowing the pretty aqua above the farther it sinks. I turn to the sky. The . . . . . sun — Pinetree once called it — barely surpass the wavy waters. Water. The stage of mass a human is scared to drink on a mass scale because they can't breathe, yes? So if I we're a human, which I am, if logic, common sense, and a boy scout once told me anything is that they cannot breathe underwater . . . . . this makes this place a dream.

                  Either that or I'd die :)

                   I squint with a creeping grin at the surface. Swimming is like flying.

                      I row around my arms in waves pushing back the pressure and stand. I kick the waters beneath and continues to do so for a long period of time. I raise a brow and look around. I glance down. I start up again, this time making sure to look directly at the distorted ball of light. I slowly reach a stop when my arms edge to cramp. They fall. I raise a brow and glance around. I don't think I've moved.

                  " Bill ~"

                     A whisper disturbs the silence and I snap my head to look back. A boy appears. His flowy, fuzzy, wood-colored hair and ocean-grey eyes scan me. With a nod, the corners of his slim eyes tighten trying to make out my face.

                     He could take his time, it's all my fault of course. I am too good-looking for mortals.

                     I smirk confidently and look down at myself with pride. A minute ago, I was naked, but now I am wearing a delicate white long robe. A golden sundial clips above my heart holding the fabric together. A triangle behind the instrument shimmers. The boy dresses the same except for his medallion that has carved an odd shape. I squint noticing the shape of two small triangles facing one another, but it seems to be morphing to erase. I raise a brow, okay that's weird, but aye I'm not one to condone fashionable trinkets. Besides the point — is this some kinda toga party?

                      I glance around not seeing vodka, grapes, or any of my favorite fatal drinks around. I am not pleased.

                      I inspect the mortal one more time. Well, he isn't a human if he can breathe underwater. He's probably a random fabrication, but I'll entertain.

                      He certainly looks human. He has all the parts, his skin is a milky white shade, with a body slim and delicate as china. He's matching my grin. His precious dimples align with light freckles. Before I call him out for his amateur greek-gods cosplay, he speaks first,

                   " Bill."

                       I raise a brow and tip my head. His voice sounds awfully familiar like a hazy memory.

                   " Are you proud?"

                      My body jerks back, out of my command. Perplexed, I blink to find the source of leakage from a queasy sensation that sets in my gut. I look at the boy, he's gone.

I snap my head around. He pops in front with black tar consuming his once beautiful eyes. His toothless smile makes the body I inhabit jolt. I turn my back choosing to swim away.

ʙᴀᴍ! He leans into my face horrifying my body. I must've gotten a big scare because I was now levitating several feet away from him. My eyes went wide trying to get a clear view of the area. My brows arc.

The hell-?

" You did this to me."

Suddenly, a sharp pain ignites on my collar. It crawls shivering up to my neck and around my ear. I gasp clasping my palm over it. The web of lighting travels over my cheek. My gums hurt. I can't open that side of my mouth. Fireworks went off on my tounge and I cough hovering my other hand over my neck. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎? 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎? These thoughts. They are. . . . these aren't mine.

Calm down. This is a dream. No need to get all worked up. Never had I ever before had thoughts in my head that are a different voice, but this should pass. This is nothing to the Great Bill Cipher!

"Bill, would you like to be my friend?"his eyes return to normal blue as he graces his hand out for a handshake.

"I-."Darkness flashes over me. I wait for a jumpscare, but nothing comes. The darkness glows away no the normal scene. He's gone.

I look around. A human body floats just feet from me. I reach out to it despite I can't really move underwater. The eyes are covered by brown furry hair.

The body moves to a standing position and the head turns around, avoiding eye contact with me. The boy (I assume) wears brown overalls, grey boots, and a khaki long sleeve shirt.

I stare at him.

"Wirt?"

Now listen, I don't know why I celled out Branches by his name, I never do that. My voice is more harmonized, more...stable.

I watch the boy turn around with a scared expression. His brown eyes widen as he looks at me. "Bill?" I relax and so does he.

"What?"another voice appears feet away from us.

I turn to see a blonde haired boy with blue pants and a neat baby blue shirt. He wears a white hood over him. His eyes widen at us. "Finn?"I ask.

He nods.

I look at my ownself. I wear a red shirt, navy blue jacket- no sleeves attached-, white socks, black shoes, and a blue white hat. I have fuzzy brown hair. I take the hat off. I inspect it. A blue sign of a pinetree is printed on the front. What?

I'm Pinetree.

"How did you know I was-am Bill?"The voice even sounds like him.

"Lucky guess."Wirt says as he looks around.

"What is this place?"Finn asks.

Wirt and I look at eachother, he's not stuttering.

Boom! The lights click off. None of us make a sound. Bam! Two large, bloody, red, bright eyes explode open in the dark. The giant eyes glare at us, they possess no pupils, just red.

I stare at the eyes in awe. They flash at us in the black darkness being the only light source. I look at Wirt.

He's in his current form. Branches at the sides of his head, navy blue cape, same overalls and boots alond with shirt, his signature crimson cone on his head. His powerful pastel eyes look at me.

I look at myself. I wear a black and white suit. A black coat over me and dark brown hair. I'm me.

I frighten look at Finn; who's dressed in his current form as well. A torn up pants and long sleeve shirt, longer yellow hair, cold blue pupils, and his signature golden crown.

His eyes widen, afraid.

The three of us gape in horror into the deadly pair of sockets. A loud mortifying screech pours in. Before I even think to cover my delicate human ears, we are suddenly sucked into the eyes. The zooming in strucks me as everything around me is bright red.

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" GAH!", My neck cramps to an abrupt sharp - sɴᴀᴘ! I sit straight with a lodged spine. The warmth is snatched by my legs when the old wool red sheet slides to my lap. I inhale deeply. My pairs responsible for my well sight were bold wide. They dart to the hearth cackling in flames.

They are not my color. Why aren't they my color-?

Then it all floods back knocking me into space.

The toddler.

The general freak.

The enormous ship.

My near capture in this human form.

Images of a weak gnome under my enemy's boot make my heart flutter to a giggle.

Faint cries of the pretty blond hostage sent a shiver to my lips. They curve to a smile.

" Ha ha. . . .", my pearly whites flash as I stare up at the cealing hiccuping laughter. The stichy fabric intertwined with my fingers. The welcoming woody odor in this sheltered is something else. Maybe I'll establish a garden too in my pyramid.

The scratchy touch pleases me as more warm air came from the furnace connected to tubes above. Ventilation is a bliss.

The dream.

" Ha ha!", I bursted out laughing as I clutch the fabric.

A dream demon having a dream. Now that was frightening.

Generally speaking yes, but the entire altercation made my human belly flop. Was it nervousness? A fault in the human system? I though this body would prove futile to those problems, but I guess not. Now I have to deal with that too. Oh ~ I am blessed!

A simple dream.

Uncommon to be purged by superstition I have a feeling that that dream meant something. I'm not ready to accept that fact though. This whole things is kinda new to me. . . . Ah, but I like new things! Mmm, I've never had this happen before. This doesn't feel as thrilling. It feels. . . . wrong? Wrong?

A droplet rolls down the curve of my small nose. I trail it and lick it with curiosity taking over. I lick over my lips. Salty? I place my hand on my head and slide it. The same shiny liquid was on my palm. Sweat. Why am I sweating?

Suddenly, an idea came into my head as I let out a loud cackle. I threw my arms in the air as I shake, " Oh my - AHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!"

It was a nightmare!

I continue to practically act like spaghetti being smacked. Ooh I really am blessed! A nightmare! On a demon! What an amazing experience!! How wonderful-! Is this how it feels?! Pinetree you and your body are the perfect human! This jelly stomach has no backbone. A revelation.

Mmm, but as always I must be weary. I don't feel very jolly. I feel. . . . feel? Feeeel- tired? No- down right exhausted? No. Sick? Mmm. Maybe? This body is leaning to that unfunny side. Ew.

Oh but a dream demon having a dream. That's funny. Ha ha. Ha ha! I wasn't scared, it wasnt even my own skin, my own body -Pinetree. . . .

I trail my soft lips with my index and squint at the cealing.

Where are you?

A sinister simper formed on my hot face. I slowly turn to the gawking blond boy kneeling next to me. His wide blueberry eyes were staring at me like I was the craziest things he's ever encountered. Not that he's wrong. He is right.

A funny feeling bubbled in the put of my stomach melting away over the acid that made me feel sticky. I skeptically look back at him with a proud grin. The golden crown was
still on his head, perfectly placed.

You've made things lighter PineTree.

" I am a king."

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Edited: June 10, 2021

Hope you enjoyed this chapie~~

-S.F