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Amnesia Bill AU

I’m just saying Bill Cipher amnesia AU, where ten years has passed. He’s turned human and sent back to Earth and he has to be around the Pine family. He’s left genuinely confuse why everyone fucking hates him and makes poor attempts at trying to be friends with them 😭

Bonus points are that mostly everyone thinks he’s faking it, all the while this doofus is falling in love with Ford all over again and he occasionally remembers his past, via dreams or something—I guess the only person that would loosely believe Bill would be Mable.

It’ll be better if I write a short excerpt to this hold on:

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The quietness of the room was enough to be mistaken for a funeral, though the atmosphere was intense, uneasy, and honestly—Bill felt as though any second he was going to be attacked by someone—he sat on the hardwood floor, being stared down to the group of people that dragged him to the place.

He tugged at the black turtleneck sweater, clearing his throat which he instantly regretted as he was met with a glare by the two older men. Identical they were, but Bill could spot some of the differences between them; like their chins, ears, and noses as well.

The unwelcoming atmosphere and the continued glares he was receiving. If he could, he’d get up and run out of the place, but he didn’t. It’s not like he can’t, but…the lack of knowing who he is, where he is, hell, he doesn’t even have half a mind to remember anything. These people though…despite the clear animosity in their eyes, their sense of them wanting to tear him apart—Bill couldn’t shake the feeling they know him—not just know him, but like, he was so crucial in their lives at some point.

“Bill,” one of the elder men spoke—grey hair, big glasses, the clothing looking similar to what Bill was wearing—though with colors such as red, beige, grey—he held his hands behind his back, he stood up straight though his head with slight tilted, perhaps out of curiosity? Granted, there was still a hint of malice directed towards him.

It took Bill a minute, but he pointed to himself, “Me? Oh, yeah, of course, who else would be called Bill,” he remarks, trying to cover up the sudden call to his name, “That’s my name, Bill… Bill… Bill…” he repeated it over and over again, trying to get a grasp of something, his surname.

“Cipher,” the man finished his sentence.

Bill eyed at him, “Cipher? Bill Cipher, oh that almost… rings a bell?” he mumbled before shrugging.

The room fell silent and suddenly there was a groan. It came from the young man who stood beside a girl, they looked identical, were they twins as well? The boy paces the room in circles going into a rambling fit, “Bill. Bill Cipher, demon—well, human right now but—” he groaned and came to a halt abruptly, “—you know us. Come on! The gig is up Bill!”

And again, Bill sat there, puzzled, ‘You know us’, echoed in his mind. A pang of guilt perhaps hit him. He felt a bit sorry now, considering that they confirmed his suspicions. He hesitated to speak, but he had to say something, anything. He glanced at the elder man who had spoken to him earlier—he walked over to him, moving his hands into his pocket—Bill caught a glimpse of his hand, was that an extra finger he saw? His gaze lingered back to the man, “I’m going to be honest here, uh—” he paused briefly, trying to think of a name, “—Sixer? Yeah, uh, I don’t, know any of you.”

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Sorry for any mistakes, I’m writing this at 2 AM, and I just really wanted to get this out of my system!!!