▲ proximity || ? [ bill x reader ] ▲

▲ 8 | Habromania ▲

You stood up carefully, feeling strangely confident. Narrowing your eyes, you grabbed his hand and pulled it towards your own body, bringing his eye a few centimetres from your face.

The two of you were awfully close.

You scanned him for a moment or two before muttering, "Something's wrong."

Bill seemed unfazed as he tugged his hand away, and you watched as it passed through your fingers. He was transparent, and it seemed like he had only just noticed. Bill's eye widened as his pupil dashed madly from side to side as he realised that he was no longer opaque.

"What!" He fumbled out multiple words and spun himself around, looking for any sign of his older self. You only crossed your arms and watched in amusement. You had no idea what he was trying to do but it was somewhat entertaining to see this random triangle chase himself in a circle.

He stopped suddenly, his back facing you. He eerily and very slowly turned around.

For some reason, the atmosphere changed enough for your smile to be wiped off your face and your arms to drop loosely by your sides. The ends of Bill's 'fingers' visibly sharpened, and his glow grew brighter. You had no idea how to react but clearly you did something to him that got him angry.

On instinct, you flung your dominant hand forward, jerking your head to the right slightly. Moments like these should really just stop happening.

Locking his eye on yours, you stared at Bill, who seemed to have realised something. He glanced at his hands and looked back up at yours, which was still held up. Ignited from the palms of your hands was F/C fire, shaking and turning to blue for a few moments before flickering back. Bill's hands glitched and this time his yellow outlined glow faded, becoming weaker.

You seemed to have finally found your voice, by lowering your hand and staring at him in dismay. "What the fuck just happened?"

"Y-you... Do you have any idea what you've done?"  He pointed a shaking finger at you, and you snickered and looked away to stop yourself from laughing at his reaction.

"Wow, from what I've seen, you're the last person I'd imagine would stutter." You said without thinking. What was going on with you? You were never impulsive, or at least, this impulsive.

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"Can you stop?"  You asked and turned around, clearly annoyed. "Stop what?" Bill asked, playing dumb. Or maybe he is dumb. You didn't think too much about it.

You held up two fingers, into a peace sign, looking at him with so much annoyance, that he could compete with your brother. "Two things. One, stop playing with my hair, I feel weird when you do it, and two, stop following me."

"Listen here sweet cheeks, I'm sure you're quite aware that you've taken something from me, that I need back. I'm not waiting any longer." Bill shrugged and floating in front of you as you attempted to keep walking.

"And that would be?" You rolled your eyes but smiled slightly, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"My powers you-" He cut himself off, wondering if he should really say what he was about to say. "What was that?" You asked, interested in the ending of his sentence. 

"Meat sack." Bill murmured, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

"I just so happen to be the meat sack that saved your life from that stupid statue! What I should be hearing right about now, is a thank you." You cupped your right ear with your hand and batted your eyelashes. Putting on a fake, high pitched voice you continued, "Oh yes, thank you soooo much Y/N for saving me from an eternity of unconsciousness, how ever may I return the favour?"

Bill didn't reply but he was obviously not having it. You laughed at his lack of response. "Besides, even if I wanted to give you back your powers, which I haven't decided on yet, I couldn't." Smiling quietly, you glanced at him to see if he heard you.

"Any particular reason why you can't?" He asked, rather aggressively actually, since his voice deepened as he neared the end of the sentence. 

You looked at the palms of your hands in concern and shook your head. "I absorb abilities. I have no idea how to return them." Bill looked almost bored at your negativity.

It went quiet for a moment before you spoke up again, "So, uh, all powerful dream demon. What powers did you have? Am I psychic now as well?"

For the first time, he let out a laugh, "To me, 'Psychic' is merely a short version of 'Psychotic.'" 

You raised an eyebrow at him but smiled at his humour. Silence filled the air again, but it wasn't awkward this time.

Bill went quiet, which was weird. 

As you continued walking (him floating) alongside each other, he finally looked at you again. "Got an idea?" You questioned him.

Without breaking eye contact, he proposed his idea, "Let's make a deal."

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◬ Date Published: 13/10/2018 ◬
◬ Word Count: 1348 ◬
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