Bill Cipher Voice Lines Novels & Stories

He scrolled to the very top of our conversation and finally opened the voice message from three days ago, the one he had never bothered to listen to. [Let's break up.] Just a few seconds. A few words. William stared blankly at the two-letter word he had so casually typed in reply: [OK.] His hand trembled, and with a clatter, the phone fell to the floor.

he called out, voice rough but amused. I raised an eyebrow. “It’s Bianca.” He tilted his head, blew out a slow stream of smoke. “Cu.....te. I’m Trevor. But everyone calls me Trev.” He glanced at Lily and then back at me, and for a second, his whole expression softened. “Is she yours?” he asked. “Yup. She’s the real boss.” He smiled small, crooked, but warm and nodded before stepping back inside, letting the door shut with a dull thud.

“But last night… when Professor Raghavan said we’d all stay here…” His eyes closed. “My new phone received a call.” Unknown Caller. “I answered.” A pause. “The voice said— You won’t be able to leave now. The battery has been replaced.” Vivek leaned toward the mic. “And now… every time I speak, someone speaks with me.” He whispered into the microphone— “Hello.” From the speakers, the same voice echoed— Hello. Only one mouth had moved. The crowd stumbled backward. “Turn off the speakers!” someone screamed.

The radio crackled from the speaker near the registers. I paid, thanked the cashier, and headed toward the exit, basket swinging against my hip. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown number. I hesitated, then answered. “Hello?” “Billie? Oh my god, it’s Mills!”A familiar voice came through. Mills, my colleague from Judy’s Fast Food. We hadn’t spoken in a while. “Mills? Wow. It’s been forever.” “Too long! You okay?”She asked. I shifted the bags to my other arm. “Yeah. I’m… fine.”

And now it's just gone. But I don’t have time for that right now, so getting it back would have to wait. Without another word,. I head for an old phone booth i saw at the edge of the port. Feeding it some of the cash Harlan gave me, I dial Cassandra’s number. It rings twice before someone picks up. “Hello?” But it's not Cassandra who answers. The voice is rather male. Frowning I ask. ",Who are you?" "You called us." the voice replies but adds. “This is Cassandra’s Beta. Who is this?”

I pick up my phone. One final call. “If you’re going to leak,” I say when the line connects, “you should know something.” Silence. Then a quiet voice. “I’m listening.” “If December collapses, it won’t just take me.” “I know.” The voice hangs there. Calm. Unfamiliar. Not the Board Chair. Not Luke. Not Thora. “Who are you?” I ask. A small pause. “You didn’t look low enough,” the voice says. The line goes dead.

So I did. “Hello?? “ I spoke up, my voice hoarse as I felt my throat getting dry. “ ALRigHt. Go !! “ I heard a female voice from the other side of the line, but it wasn't her. My brows furrowed and silently waited to hear more to get any clue. “ Do YOu fiND Chris HoT?? “ The voice came and I gaped at the phone recognising it. Motherfucker!! What on earth is even happening there??

When Darryl said that, he was already on the second floor. The greeter trembled! The person on the other side of the call was her boss, Felix Blakely? She held the phone as her entire body shook! 'This poor student called the boss by his name?' "Give me the phone!" Billy yelled. He snatched the phone from the woman and said cautiously, "Hello, Boss?" "Billy Wheeler, were you the one who blocked Darryl's way? You blind dog!" Felix barked at his man angrily. Even though he was on the side of the phone, one could imagine his enraged look.

"Hi, beautiful. Forgive me for not noticing you earlier. Are you a customer of Pourl? I am the chief designer of Bourne, Billy..." "I know who you are." Hilda interrupted coldly. Wearing a face mask, only a pair of cold eyes watched Billy closely. After her plastic surgery, the doctors tried to preserve her original voice but her voice still changed. It sounded lower and better, as if it had matured by several years. Billy looked at the Husky in her arms and the two other dogs by her feet, and recognized her voice and instantly knew who she was. "So you're Miss Lucile! Well? Are you interested in what I mentioned on the phone earlier?"

My husband. “Hello,” I picked up the call immediately and put it in my ears. “Hello sweetie.” But unfortunately, I was met with another voice. A different familiar voice which I heard earlier. “ William, is that you?” I ask again to confirm. Maybe I'm just hallucinating or I don't know how his voice sounds anymore. Right? “No sweetheart. It's me. Guess?” The voice says again, making my stomach drop. “ If anything shall happen to him, you'll pay dearly with your life.” I whispered the words at him through the phone, maintaining a firm and steady tone. The one that shows I'm not afraid of him.