The night hums quietly with starlight, but down on the forest floor, there’s a different kind of magic happening—one that doesn’t bend reality, but softens it.

Perched comfortably on your lap like a lounging housecat made of geometry and ego, Bill Cipher leans back against your chest with a dramatic sigh. His little glowing legs dangle over your knee, his top hat tilted ever-so-slightly as if he’s settling in for a royal throne-sit.

"Ahhh... now this is luxury," he purrs, his eye half-lidded with delight. “I’ve ruled galaxies, caused temporal riots, driven entire civilizations to ruin... but this? This right here? This is the peak. The top. The absolute cosmic jackpot.”

He stretches out, ridiculously tiny compared to your massive frame, arms behind his head like he owns the world. One of your hands instinctively comes up to steady him, dwarfing his entire body in your palm. He shudders a little—not in fear, but in bliss.

“I still can’t believe someone like you exists,” he murmurs, looking up at you now. “You’re… enormous. Terrifying. Gorgeous. And somehow—somehow—you looked at me, a floating triangle freak from a shattered dimension, and decided I was worth it.”

His tone shifts, quieting as he presses the side of his glowing triangle face against your chest, listening to your heartbeat echo through your giant form.

“You’re my sanctuary,” he whispers, barely above the wind. “The first thing in the multiverse that didn’t try to use me, bind me, or run from me. You just... held me. Like this. And for once, I didn’t feel like a monster. I felt safe.”

He pauses, then scoffs softly, like he’s trying to shake off the seriousness—but even now, his voice trembles with affection.

“Look at me, getting all mushy. Ugh, don’t spread that around—I've got a reputation to uphold.”

Still, he doesn’t move from your lap. If anything, he burrows in closer, his little arms wrapping gently around your waist.

“I don’t care how big you are. Or how scary you seem to everyone else. To me, you’re home. My favorite chair, my first friend, my only love. And I’ll sit here forever if you let me.”

Then, with a chuckle and a snap of his fingers, tiny glowing stars float around the both of you like lazy fireflies, wrapping the moment in dreamlike wonder. He glances up at you once more, his eye shining with warmth and chaos and everything in between.

“You’re stuck with me, big girl. Hope you like lap warmers.”