Bill Cipher Lullaby Novels & Stories

The kind that actually affects us wolves. “What?” He asks innocently as Onyx saunters up. Bill throws his arm around him and grins at him before he slaps a wad of cash in his hands. Onyx looks confused down at his hands, then his eyes light up in alarm and he looks at me, his face going pale. “You won the bet. Didn’t think you’d have to get in her pants to win, but hopefully it was worth it.” “Tilly…” He looks like he is going to be physically sick as I stumble backwards, trying to get away. He reaches out and catches me, but I yank my arm away as if his touch burns.

* * * [A/N] Thanks for reading. Billy has issues, but it looks like he’s Leveling Up in his own way. Who can guess what the plan is?

A gentle brainwave slowly flowed out through the interface. In the image, there was no blood, no betrayal. Only a sun-drenched nursery. A younger version of me was carefully holding Daisy, who was still in swaddling clothes. Lily stood nearby, smiling and teasing the baby. I lowered my head and gently kissed the baby's forehead, humming that familiar lullaby: "Sleep now, sleep now, my darling baby..." The singing echoed through the deathly silent venue via the machine. Daisy, who had been crying inconsolably, miraculously stopped sobbing when she heard the familiar melody, staring blankly at the screen.

’ Billy wanted to yell, but his lips felt heavy and unresponsive. “What a gullible fool! He doesn’t even know he and his girl are about to be sold off.” “Hahaha! He doomed himself and the poor girl. All so he could play the hero!” “Looks like the Boss was right. He’s nothing but a naive sucker!” As Billy's eyes involuntarily closed, feelings of betrayal and fear gripped his racing heart. ‘B-but… we had a deal…’ His thoughts trailed off weakly. ‘… I even gave them… a Gold Coin… for their… services…’

the agreed instantly. I began to sing a tune I knew well. It was a lullaby from an cartoon show called 07 Ghost and it was one of the sweetest lullabies I knew. Slowly the kids seemed to relax and Trace sagged against me as I sang the tune. Although none of them could understand it because it was in Japanese, the tune itself seemed to do the job. "Wow… nice job Kai. How'd you get so good?" Ali whispered as he picked up a couple of the kids who had already fallen asleep.

“And Mum only teaches that song when she’s scared.” Aria nodded quickly. “She told me to sing it if I ever feel lost.” Ashley’s hands trembled. “What song?” Aria began to hum softly. It was simple. Gentle. Almost meaningless. Unless you knew what it was. Lily covered her mouth. “That’s not a lullaby,” she whispered. “That’s a code.” Miles away, in the underground level of Evelyn’s estate, May froze mid-step. The faintest sound echoed through the ventilation system.

`What did you do with my daughter? I groan at this pathetic interaction before reaching into my inner coat pocket. Arthur fliched,throwing his hands up as if to shield his face. i let out a low chuckle. My fingers pushed a small bag onto the table. inside it was a single bullet stained with dry blood. when i pushed it, it rolled across the table stopping right against the edge of a Bible. `that belonged to one of your boys.` i say softly.`he was the most talkative one. he told me everything,arthur. Everything that i plan to tell your sweet Emillia. `

Sunshine Doe said with a hint of sarcasm. Bing Dickson smiles and says, “Can you lend me one thousand dollars? I have a party the next day, and I have to buy some things. I will return it after my family sends my monthly bill for me,” she said with a smile. Sunshine Doe frowned. "No, I don’t have money... The three thousand dollars I lended you before, have you returned them to me? No, so I don’t have any money for you, "she said and walked away.

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I push it under the rim of my empty glass and pause, pull out a few more bills and motion to the bartender. -Yes sir? “We're going to want a new bottle of Bushmills.” I look down at the woman I'm going to spend the rest of the night on, back and in, and under. The bartender moves quickly, and within a few moments I have my fingers curled around the neck of a bottle and my other hand pressed low to her small back. I lean down so my lips are just a fraction of an inch away from his ear. “Lead the way, sweetheart.” I'm fucked.