A/N: Aaaaand here's Chapter Six! I hope it's not weak in any way, because I wrote it when I was half-tired and somewhat busy. It's also rather short, but it contains lots of information, which you shall soon see... X3

Chapter Theme:
Blue October - X Amount of Words (Original, and Carmen Remix)
Some of the lyrics fit.

Beg.
Jan. 18, 2016

2:05a

Chapter Six: The Frame of Curiosity

Bill Cipher sighed, as he looked around at the desolate area. It finally succeeded in depressing him, and he barely tried squashing the compassion. Right now, it was too tough trying to do that, so he was stuck with this. If this is what experimenting in humanity got him, and had he known, he 'd have had no part of it.

But it was too late to turn back.

Far too late...

Sighing, he focused his attention on Nasla's blanket. He knew he'd been making her wait a long time, and so he wanted to pick up the pace. Unfortunately, this blanket was difficult to find, and it set him back. He was determined, however, to find it before the "day" was done and bring it back to the girl.

So happy she would definitely be...

And finally, maybe then, I'll get back to torture...

This thought didn't sit well with him, however, like it used to. Had he really changed this much in the course of three or two days...?

Or maybe even one...?

This compassion seemed to muddle his brain and ergo his sense of time, and the triangle growled with utter frustration.

Or perhaps it was the lack of sleep?

Based on his experiences inhabiting a human body, he had to learn the hard way that certain functions, especially mental and physical ones, seemed to shut down when the individual doesn't get enough sleep. He never would have thought this would apply to him, not even in physical form, but it did and he much disliked the feeling. But he didn't want to sleep either, for fear of having another nightmare. Bill sighed, pulling his thoughts away from all that and settling them onto Nasla's blanket once more.

Hopefully he'd find it soon.

He came across another rundown building, Hoo-Ha Owl's Pizzamatronic Jamboree, the place to which many people and children flocked before the incident with Giffany. Now, it was a pretty barren place, not helped much by his Weirdmaggedon.

The triangle briefly wondered why he didn't come here first of all; it seemed like Nasla could have come here with wonder and lost her blanket here.

And didn't realize it until it was too late... ugh, humans...

But he wasn't sure if this was the place yet, and he was glad he didn't say his thought aloud. The demon floated towards the doors, opening them via magic, and inside the pizzeria he went. Needless to say, he was pretty unimpressed with everything, which was certainly better than being saddened.

Paint was chipping off the wooden walls, the tables that weren't bolted down were knocked over, and so were the animatronics, now dysfunctional and in total disrepair, lying on the derelict stage that had once been clean and in tip-top shape.

The whole pizzeria used to be clean and in tip-top shape...

And that's when his depression came slinking back into his mind, much to his consternation. He brought his thoughts back to Isaac Donslova, to the time he spent with the boy, and he found himself grinning.

Suddenly, he remembered...

Oh! the frame! I'm supposed to replace it!

Bill then realized something...

He could do something way better than just get him food or just buy him a simple frame. The demon chortled as he channeled his energy again, focusing it all on the boy's home. The fridge, he could feel, had refilled itself with lots more food, to last him for months and even years, and then here he magically crafted a beautiful frame, of golden crust and mahogany wood. He knew it wouldn't be as precious in that sense as the one he accidentally broke, but it certainly made up for it all.

But his parents?

No.

Nothing would ever make up for that, except for actually bringing his parents back, and he couldn't do that yet.

Bill touched the frame, creating small triangles on every corner. His intent to this was to watch over the kid, but hopefully he wouldn't need to. Isaac seemed pretty capable of being independent. Nasla, on the other hand...

And that brought him back to the issue with her blanket, but first...

He teleported the frame to the boy's house, replacing the cracked one with this new one, but he kept the old frame there on the dresser. Isaac should be dearly surprised in the morning.

Now, for the steel green fluffy sheet...

The three-sided polygon scanned the patron area, looking under a few still upright tables.

Nothing.

He checked the actual stage, keeping his compassion and depression under (slight) control, though he could very well lapse any moment. Bill Cipher found nothing, but examined one of the animatronics out of curiosity. Suddenly, he wanted to see how this all worked too.

He levitated all of them to their positions, standing them up, and magically repaired their inner workings. The demon then started the show, taking a seat, only partially levitating now.

Some time passed and he realized it was just cheesy singing and scripts, and he failed to see how people could enjoy this; this type of simplicity he couldn't take.

Not at all.

With a disappointed sigh, he ended the show prematurely. At least his experimentation with Isaac wasn't a failure...

And then his search for Nasla's blanket continued into the kitchen, but the moment he got there he blew it off. Bill just knew the blanket wouldn't be in there. He then went straight to the backstage area, hoping he'd find it. The demon checked various places, and then he finally looked near the red curtain.

There...

...was what Nasla wanted and for what he was looking for the past two or three days...

Her blanket.

Finally, he'd found it...

And life could go back to being relatively "normal", or "weird" as the case may be for him...

Oh, how wrong, again, would he be...

The demon picked up the blanket, and immediately felt how soft it was.

Could this be why she wanted it so badly?

It seemed a liable reason, but he didn't know once more. This girl, when it came to emotions and rationalizing (her) actions, was an enigma. He couldn't even figure out what she did to bring all these stupid feelings and this stupid humanity into his system.

Bill, then sighed, anger gone, and suddenly felt bad for calling it all stupid.

Apparently, he was suffering mood swings, and this irritated him. He swung from not caring, to caring, from psychopathic, to humane, from unimpressed, to curious, and it wasn't predictable in any way, shape or form.

And what made matters worse?

He couldn't find what was causing it, and whenever he tried delving deeper, he'd stop himself...

Or, better yet, something else seemed to stop him...

Either way, he wasn't getting answers, and as a being who was supposed to know lots of things, it frustrated him.

But... he sighed, I finally have her blanket. That's what matters... right?

He thought on this for a while, hand on his "chin", until...

...eh.

There was much more to this than a simple blanket, and he both wanted and didn't want to find out.

But he had to...

Only thing—should he just let it come? or should he search...?

Bill sat on a chair, having levitating back into the patron's area, but this time he wasn't hovering. He pondered on this very issue. If delving resulted in a block, then he'd rather let it come.

And hopefully it would...

He snapped the blanket into his pocket dimension, making sure where he put it was clean, and then, getting up, took one last glance-around at the pizzeria before he left for the inn.

Fin.
Jan. 27, 2016
11:52p

A/N: And at last, Chapter Six has arrived to join in the fun. XD
Don't be alarmed or tricked by the "at last". This is far from the end.
I see about five chapters left of this, but I'm not sure about it. It might be more, it might be fewer. Not even I know.
So, with that said, I hope you enjoyed, and for the previous chapters, I updated them with their chapter themes and fixed a mistake in Chapter Four, so go back and enjoy them. X3