Bill Cipher Voice Lines Novels & Stories

She frowned, unsure how he was going to do this. Then, Baz took out a voice changer and spoke calmly, “I’ve just received news that Hans survived. He came around. You didn’t do your job, yet you dared to just take the sixty million dollar fee?” The voice changer contorted his voice into a lady’s voice. Being the fool that he was, Ralph shouted without so much as a thought. “A-Are you one of Sally’s people? Did Sally give the order to kidnap me?” “What are you shouting for? How dare you refer to her by her name?” Baz was quick-witted and barked through the voice changer.

“A rich bastard that just wired every cent. Go pray at the church, bitch.” *Click* The call ended. Leaving me flabbergasted. Confused. But not for long. *Buzz* Another vibration came. Another call. This one I recognized, took instantly, “Macey.” I called, clearing my throat. Preparing to speak but- “Your bills cleared. Tell your friend he overpaid.” *Click* The call ended too. Ended before I could say a single word, another vibration following almost immediately. This time my whole body was scared. Hands shaking.

“But you know what happens if you don’t.” “Let me speak to them. I need to know they’re alive.” “They’re alive.” “That’s not good enough. I need to hear their voices.” A long silence stretched out. Long enough that I thought he’d refused. Long enough that the FBI agent across the room looked up from his phone with something careful in his expression. Then I heard it. Small. Distant. But unmistakable. “Papa?” Ruslan. His voice was hoarse like he’d been crying, but it was him. It was absolutely him.

She answered on the first ring. “Hello, Lilly.” I said. “How about finishing the torturous underground paralegal work?” Lilly snorted, a sharp, cynical sound. “I am tired and contemplating a career change to professional bed warmer. What’s going on? You sound like you just had a near-death experience, which, for you, is probably a Tuesday.” “I screamed in the billionaire’s face,” I replied promptly. “And then his mother called me an opportunistic, debt-ridden mercenary.”

I took a step toward Bill so I could attempt to see around him and find out what had caused the noise I’d heard, but stopped to look at him and said, “No. Fuck MID. I won’t stop pursuing them until I’m dead in the ground.” A look of sorrow and regret crossed over Bill’s face, and then I saw something round in his hands as he lifted them over his head, “Sorry, Boss,” he said before I heard a sickening crack and everything went black.

Barnes sneered with contempt. Mr. Klein frowned. He clearly did not believe that and quickly said, “That’s impossible. I’ll try again.” The office fell silent again, and he felt apprehensive as he called her once more. This time, someone answered the call. Mr. Klein was delighted, and the others continued to stare at his phone. Since Michael was there, Mr. Klein put the phone on speaker, and no one made a sound. “Hello.” The person on the other end of the line was using an AI voice, and it took everyone by surprise. However, certain professionals did this, so they were all quite understanding.

“She’ll be good to tame.” Muffling sounds of desperation escaped me, but my voice was not something they wanted to hear. The long cord of the whip extended with a flash as it cracked through the air in warning. “Shift, you sniveling slut.” Billy Bob shouted in frustration. Drops of spittle landed on my cheek, but I was too focused on his rising hand to be revolted. A dreadful shiver skittered down my spine and I fought back a flinch. “Three million dollars and I’ll take her off your hands.” A deep authoritative voice boomed out of nowhere.

I tried to break the silence. Everyone looked at me. Okay, I'll cut to the chase. “Actually, my name is Billy, and I'm a Beta.” "Sorry, I didn't hear that clear... could you... ?" Madelyn's parents reacted for a moment, as if in disbelief. His father hesitated: "You mean, you're the beta from the Black Valley Pack? Charles's beta Billy? In my memory, I've only heard of one B**e named Billy." "Yes, I am."

She said with a frown James dialled once more in anticipation. " Hello." A male voice said at the end of the call. James looked at Sheila, " Now it is a fucking male voice! How great!" " I can hear that, Mr James." the voice said back. " What do you want?" Sheila walked forward and snatched the phone from him. " Why are you doing this, Mr..." " Hawkins." Sheila tried to calm her raging nerves. " It is kind of you to pick up Mr Hawkins. I can't help but think we set out on the wrong foot."