Across Dimensions //Will Cipher x Fem!Reader//

20// First Day of Freedom

But as you two keep walking, you're pretty sure you see him look back in the direction of the statue a few times.

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On the one hand, you're excited to test out Will's powers. On the other hand. . . well. . . you'd never admit this to Will, but you're kind of terrified.

The two of you stop in a small clearing about fifteen minutes after passing the Bill statue. Sunlight filters through a canopy of foliage high above you, casting a cheerful green hue on the forest floor.

Will turns to you, an excited gleam in his eye. "Okay, let's do this thing!" he says. "What do we already know that I can do?"

"Be in multiple places at once," you say immediately. You still haven't gotten over seeing two Wills at the same time.

He nods. "Good hearing, too, apparently." He frowns. "It's hard to know what to focus on. There's just. . . so much."

You frown, too. What can he possibly do to make that better? You can't even imagine what it must be like to hear so much sound. You get overwhelmed by sound a lot, and you just have normal human ears.

"You'll figure it out," you say, though you're not sure if you're speaking truth. And when you do, let me know, because I have no idea. "What else. . . ? Oh, you moved the prison bars out of the way, back in that other dimension."

"Oh, yeah," he says. His eyes get distant with concentration, and he focuses on a fallen log nearby. Nothing happens.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"I'm trying to move that log."

There's a long silence as he stares at the log. It doesn't even twitch.

"Maybe it only works with metal?" you suggest.

He shakes his head. "No, it works with everything. I could feel it when I used it back in my prison. But now. . . I can still feel it, but I can't access it." He shrugs. "My guess? Getting a physical form gave me the burst of power I needed to escape, and now it's faded. It'll probably come back if I keep trying."

"So you're still. . . settling?"

"For sure." He gives you a half smile. "I'm honestly surprised I can even function, considering how many new sensations and feelings I've been getting these past twenty-four hours."

You nod, even though you don't really understand. "So. . . you can move things with your mind, but not right now. Enhanced hearing, omnipresence. . . that's all I can think of."

"Yeah," he says. Then he grins. "So let's figure out what else I can do."

For the next few hours, you practice with Will's powers. It's slow going — his power tires him out easily, as it turns out. After trying for a long time to move things with his mind, he succeeds in uprooting a wildflower from the ground, but it's all he can do before he needs to sit on the log to catch his breath. You stand next to him, ready to support him if necessary, but he waves you off. Once he's seated on the log, he holds out the wildflower. "Here," he says, sounding like he just ran a mile in sweltering heat, "for you."

You smile at him and tuck the flower behind your ear. See? How could he be dangerous when he does sweet things like this? You try to push away your growing fears surrounding his powers. Will would never use them for evil. Right?

But the feelings persist, despite your best efforts to rid them from your mind.

Once he recovers from the strain of levitation, he wants to try out his omnipresence. You sit next to him on the log, watching as more and more Wills appear around the clearing. Each one looks a little more strained than the last. Finally, on the fifth copy of himself, Will's powers fail him again. The copies disappear, leaving only the Will sitting next to you. Sweat runs down his face.

You kick yourself for thinking this, but maybe it's a good thing that his powers tire him out so quickly. He can't do too much harm that way.

"You okay?" you ask, once again shoving your traitorous thoughts out of your mind.

Will nods but can't get the air to speak. "I have decided," he says after a minute, "that physical exhaustion is the worst."

Well, you agree with that much. "Absolutely. We don't have to do any more today, if you don't want to."

He thinks that over for a moment, then shakes his head. "Just give me a minute."

'A minute' turns out to be five minutes. Then ten. You sit on your log, growing more bored by the second. You thought it would be more exciting than this. At least it's not dangerous so far. The wildflower in your hair tickles your ear, and the surrounding forest sounds are pleasant to hear. It makes you wonder how much Will is hearing right now.

Finally, Will takes a deep breath and gets to his feet. He sways for a moment, but then steadies.

"Okay," he says, "I can keep going."