Hi Izzy here! This is my newest fanfiction – The REAL Bill Cipher. I had an idea for a different ending to Weirdmageddon part 3, as far as I know, no one has done this version. There have (obviously) been other Bill Cipher being a human fanfictions, but mine is a little different. I hope you enjoy and I will be updating 'New Friends' (my Undertale fanfiction) soon.
Demons like Bill Cipher have been around since before the earth's creation, but they aren't exactly what you would expect. They actually look like little wisps of smoke, floating around. They see all and know all, they crave power and are pure evil. But they can't do anything until they have a true form, and to do that they need a human.
The real Bill Cipher was an upper class boy living in the Victorian era, he was 13 years old when it happened. He was walking around in the woods, it was a clear sunny day and he was enjoying himself. Then, all of a sudden a wisp of smoke appeared in front of him, Bill was a smart and curious boy, so he stepped towards it. That was the worst mistake of his life. Slowly it floated towards him, suddenly he sensed something was wrong and tried to step away, but he wasn't quick enough. Then it travelled into his mouth and nose, stuffing into his lungs and choking him. But it didn't kill him, his vision went white and when he all of a sudden woke up he was handcuffed in a small room. All he wore were rags, and there were no entrances or exits, no windows or doors and all that was in there was a screen. Bill stepped forward and suddenly he could hear a voice, his voice, but louder and more menacing.
"Bill, thank you so much for giving yourself up to me. But I guess you are no longer Bill now, that's who I am. The new Bill Cipher!" The voice then cackled and the thirteen year old tried to speak but he couldn't. "I was that wisp of smoke, but now I have a form, look at what I have become, what WE have become!"
The screen (which was black before) suddenly turned on and it was facing a mirror. The young boy could see a bright yellow triangle (a brighter shade than the boy's hair), with thin black arms and legs and one eye with a thin black pupil at the top. He had a black bow tie and a top hat, identical to what the boy was planning on wearing to his friend's birthday party. From that point onwards, the boy could see what Bill Cipher was doing on the screen, powerless to stop him. The boy didn't age, he didn't grow thinner, but he had a permanent burning hunger in his stomach and a permanent thirst in his throat. All he could do was watch, with his hands handcuffed together, he couldn't do anything else. He watched Bill mess with Dipper and Mabel, he knew exactly what the demon's plans were, but all he could do was watch. He felt helpless as he watched Weirdmageddon, but when Bill was erased inside Stan's mind, the young boy wasn't.
At the end of Weirdmageddon:
Stan's mind had just been erased and all of Weirdmageddon had been sucked back through the portal, Bill had just been destroyed and all a sudden, something Ford, Dipper and Mabel didn't expect to happen. A boy appeared, as if he had jumped right out of Grunkle Stan's head. He had short, messy blond hair and brown eyes, his face was so pale, yet covered with dust and dirt. All he wore was a white shirt and white shorts, also dirty and the shorts were stained with urine (from his first day, since the rest of the weeks and onwards, he had no water in his body). His thin hands were handcuffed together and his eyes were filled with panic as he peered around the room, terrified at what just happened.
"Who are you!" yelled Great Uncle Ford (AN: Dipper calls him that) and he pointed his memory erasing gun at Bill's head.
The young boy looked up at him with a terrified look in his eyes and he whimpered quietly, "Is he gone?"
Ford hesitated and lowered his gun slightly and asked the boy, "Who is gone?"
"The-The triangle guy," Bill answered quietly, but they could still hear him.
"Bill Cipher? He's gone, we erased him!" exclaimed Ford, he lowered the memory erasing gun a bit more.
The boy's eyes widened more and he shook his head quickly, "No, no, no! NO! He's not Bill! HE'S NOT ME!"
The boy started rocking back and forth on the spot, mumbling that same thing again and again. Ford fully lowered the memory eraser and then stepped towards the boy and asked him what his name was again, this time without the gun.
"My name, is Bill Cipher."