He snaps his fingers.
Nothing happens.
His eye widens.
BILL CIPHER
(whispering)
"Oh. This is gonna be fun."
Bill snaps his fingers.
Nothing happens.
His eye widens slightly. He snaps again, harder. Still nothing. No warping reality, no sudden paradoxes, no unraveling of laws—just an empty void where he is no longer in control.
Bill lets out a short, breathy laugh.
BILL CIPHER
(grinning, but with a slight twitch)
“Ohhh, wow. You really did your homework, huh? Blocking my powers? That’s a new one!”
The Architect watches him in silence.
Bill spins around, looking for cracks, weaknesses, a loophole. His entire existence is built on them. There’s always a loophole.
He tries to shift into another form—nothing. He tries to reach into a different dimension—nothing.
His edges flicker.
Bill laughs louder, the sound echoing unnaturally.
BILL CIPHER
(tilting his head)
"You think trapping me in a little box changes anything? You think I can’t just—"
He snaps his fingers again.
Nothing.
For the first time in eons, something unnatural settles in Bill’s core. Something he doesn’t feel.
Power. Control. Freedom.
All gone.
His eye twitches. His grin falters.
The Architect finally speaks.
THE ARCHITECT
(quiet, absolute)
"There was always a loophole, Cipher."
He steps forward.
Bill instinctively tries to step back—but there’s nowhere to go.
The void, once infinite, shrinks around him.
Tighter.
Smaller.
The laws of the universe no longer bend to him. They bend against him.
BILL CIPHER
(eye darting around, voice losing its usual confidence)
"Okay—okay, let’s not get hasty here! You know me! I’m just a fun-loving guy! A total riot! You wouldn’t really wanna—"
The Architect lifts his hand. Reality collapses inward.
Bill screams.
He claws at existence itself, trying to find an opening, trying to escape—but the walls keep closing in.
For the first time in his entire existence, Bill Cipher realizes what’s happening.
He isn’t just being trapped.
He’s being erased.
Something like fear creeps into his voice.
BILL CIPHER
(laughing, but hollow)
"Y-you know, buddy, we—we don’t have to do this! We could work together! Yeah, that’s it! Think of what we could accomplish! You’re smart—I like that! I could teach you things!"
The Architect steps closer.
Bill jerks back—again, nowhere to go.
His body flickers—his edges unravel—his voice glitches.
BILL CIPHER
(snarling, desperate)
"You can’t do this! I’m Bill Cipher! I’m eternal! I’m BEYOND LOGIC!"
The Architect lowers his hand.
And with it—Bill Cipher collapses inward.
Not just physically.
Conceptually.
His entire existence—erased, deleted, wiped from the fabric of The Architect's Realm.
His final scream doesn’t even echo. It simply ceases to be.
The void is silent.
The Architect stands alone.
He exhales, glancing upward.
THE ARCHITECT
(quietly)
"There was a loophole."
He tucks his hands back into his pockets, turning away.
THE ARCHITECT
"I just got to it first."
Then, almost as an afterthought, he murmured to himself—
THE ARCHITECT
“…Besides… this isn’t your dimension."
A pause. His voice dropped even lower, barely above a whisper.
THE ARCHITECT
"I didn’t kill you, Bill… I just sent you back home."
FADE TO BLACK.
YOU ARE READING
The Book Of Origin: Codex Architectus
Fantasy"The Book of Origin: Codex Architectus" The universe wasn't born. It was written. Before time, the Architect carved reality into pages-then vanished. What's left behind is the Codex: a living manuscript that rewrites everything you thought was true...
Chapter 50
Start from the beginning
