Ooh did you choose this one first? I always like a bit of the feels as well. (Warning, this and the other chapter are going to be SUPER LONG. I wanted to make these super well-written, but that was at the cost of me not thinking how long these are actually going to be. So what would normally span between a few chapters is now one really long chapter. Have fun~)

There you were. One more ridge to climb over and you would be practically in Bill's face. You climbed diligently, full of purpose and determination. You knew exactly what you were going to do the moment you got up to the rock Bill should be on top of.

You were going to save him.

You climbed over the ridge and beheld a sight that would have given anyone a heart attack. Etched into the snow were arcane runes surrounding a satanic-looking circle, a triangle being in the middle. Instantly you recognized the glowing geometric shape that was Bill Cipher, and you hurriedly climbed down the rest of the ridge, tripping and tumbling the rest of the way.

Bill must have heard the dull fuff coming from your impact into the snow, as he turned away from whatever incantation he was performing to look back at freezing, snow-covered you. You were shaking, not from fear, but from near hypothermia. You began to realize how little energy you had, as you could barely lift your head up and out of the snow to look back at Bill. Your hat was frozen to your skull, and your jacket made horrid cracking noises as you slowly got to your feet to stand, pale and exhausted, before Bill.

Bill's one-eyed expression was... curious. It seemed like a blank stare toward you, cold and unmoving. Neither of you spoke a word for what felt like eons. You just stared at each other.

You were the first one to utter a sound, "Bill... I'm sorry."

Bill tilted a little. He squinted his one eye at you. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, suspicion in his tone.

"What I mean is... I'm sorry for not trusting you. For not believing you were different from what you were before," you replied quietly, feeling as if your lungs were just as frozen as the rest of you. "And I... I know that you've been through a lot of new things because of me. And... I'm sorry."

Bill's cold expression got a little warmer, and the mixture of red and blue that was tinting his yellow exterior slowly began to fade away. He believed you.

You were so happy you could have jumped for joy. You thought he would never take you back. In fact, during your trip there, you thought he might kill you the moment you showed your face. But he didn't. He believed you.

You would have hugged the yellow Dorito if you could move, but you began to feel yourself fading. Your vision was starting to blur, and the quick pace your heart went when you looked upon Bill was slowing. You were so cold. So, unbearably cold. You couldn't think straight. All you could think was, Cold. So... so cold... I'm... I'm freezing... The sweat dripping from your face froze in your pores as what color was left drained from you. Your arms gave out. You could no longer feel your arms. All you felt was cold. So very cold.

"(Y/N)...?" Bill asked, looking at your still face, your eyes half closed. "(Y/N), are you okay? Why... why do you keep saying cold...?"

You couldn't respond. Your lips were frozen shut. They were blue. Your muscles tightened. You suddenly felt a blast of heat radiate throughout your body, like you had a fever. Your muscles loosened again and you collapsed into the cold snow. You returned to freezing. Your breathing slowed to almost nothing, your chest barely rising. Your heartbeat was quiet. You could barely feel your pulse. You were cold. All you could think was cold. All you felt was cold. But it felt welcoming. It wanted you to sleep. You wanted to sleep. All you needed... was sleep.

Your eyes closed.

~No One's POV~

Bill watched as (Y/N) spasmed and collapsed to the ground. He had no idea what to do. First all she thought was cold. Now it was sleep. All he knew was it wasn't good. At all. Her vitals were dropping. Everything she needed to live was almost nonexistent.

She was cold. That was all Bill knew. So he did what he thought would save her. Knowing he was limited in this dimension, he did what he thought would be best. It would take him ages to recover, of course. It would be a long time before he could go back to normal again. It would use energy. He wouldn't be able to finish what he wanted to do. What he needed to do to get rid of the Pines once and for all. He'd have little to no magic for the next week. He would be weak, himself. But he had to do it. For her.

He had to save (Y/N).

Bill spread his arms out and concentrated as much as he could. He began to glow brighter and brighter with each passing second. Another shape was beginning to take over. Bill was blindingly bright at this point. His eyes shut tight, his teeth clenched.

Bill collapsed to the snow on his hands and knees. His yellow blonde hair flowed in the wind, his tan hands dug into the snow. Bill could feel the snow seeping through his black dress pants. He didn't want to move. But he had to.

He quickly scrambled over to (Y/N) and pulled her to her knees, pulling her into a tight embrace. The most he could do was read her mind to look for any sign she might still be alive. She was frozen solid, but Bill could feel the snow and ice slowly beginning to melt away. He was scared. He rarely felt fear. The last time he did was when he was trapped in that old man's mind. Never had he been scared for someone else before. But here he was, shaking from fear as he could hear (Y/N)'s heartbeat get slower and quieter.

Her heart beat once.

Bill could feel the tears freezing to his cheeks. He wasn't ready to let her go. Not yet. Not when he was weak and vulnerable, not when he had finally known what true love felt like, not when the quiet whisper of Sleep... in her mind became a sudden louder voice of Cold...

Bill opened his eyes again to look at her. She was still passed out.

(Y/N)'s heart beat once. Twice. Three times.

It began slowly at first. And gradually came up to speed. Her breathing became loud and ragged, but regular. Her lips were still blue, but her face was regaining color.

Slowly, but surely, (Y/N) opened her eyes. The beautiful, shining (e/c) eyes that were placed in her delicate head were opened. She looked about half dead, as she probably was, but to Bill it was better than fully dead.

It took her a moment to register that there was a human holding her close instead of a triangle. He looked familiar, but not eerily familiar. Kind of like if you met the good twin after meeting the evil twin. (Y/N) was too tired to question it, and just let the warmth envelop her.

~No One's POV (Dipper-focused)~

Dipper followed behind everyone, keeping a close eye on Jack. He hated to think what might be happening to (Y/N) right now. And what Jack wanted to do with her. Dipper gave that man no benefit of the doubt.

As they climbed over the ridge, everyone stopped just before they reached the top. Dipper saw a blue glow resonating below the ridge. He was the one to push past everyone to look over and see what exactly was going on.

The sight Dipper beheld was unlike anything he ever thought was possible. And for Bill, everything was possible.

Blue flames had enveloped (Y/N) and another character that seemed similar to Jack, but less pale and... evil-looking. The man was hugging her in a tight embrace, (Y/N) was limp. Dipper didn't know exactly what was going on, so he quickly scrambled down the steep slope to see what was happening more clearly.

A yellow suit was the prominent feature of the second character, and Dipper instantly recognized who it was. Bill had made himself human for some purpose, and Dipper looked upon the two to try and figure out that purpose. He realized (Y/N) had pale features and blue, frost-bitten fingers. She was frozen.

She suddenly twitched, awoken from a dead sleep.

Dipper put his hand up to the flames. They weren't radiating any heat. There was no temperature to them. It seemed to be more of an excess of magic. Whatever Bill was doing, it was releasing an incredible amount of magic from him. Dipper stepped back from the two and called out, "Hey! Bill!"

The flames slowly subsided as Bill snapped his gaze toward Dipper. (Y/N), awake at this point, steadily moved her head to look at Dipper as well. She seemed a little shocked, but looked far too sick to know exactly what she was thinking. Bill glared at Dipper, gripping onto (Y/N) tighter.

"L-listen...!" Dipper started, hearing his voice crack. It hadn't done that in seven years. "I'm not going to try to take her from you or anything-" Dipper stopped himself and looked up to the hill to make sure no one had gathered the courage to climb over the ridge. No one was there. "But you need to know she has hypothermia and needs to go to the hospital as soon as possible. Also, her ex is back and he wants you dead even more than Ford does."

"And why should I trust you?" Bill threw the phrase he had been asked so often at Dipper. It seemed almost as if he was a completely different... whatever he was. "What if you just want me to go down the mountain so Ford can trap me? I'm not putting (Y/N) in danger because of you pricks."

Dipper sighed, "Look, you and I both hate each other about as much as a cat and mouse do. I don't have any other reason to be standing here talking to you other than to keep (Y/N) alive and stop your second apocalypse. But I also know there's a reason she's here in your arms about to die. Because she trusts you and believes in you way more than you deserve. So if she can, I guess I can give you the benefit of the doubt and not try to kill you. She'd be destroyed if we hurt you. So just trust me and get her to the hospital as soon as possible. But be careful. That Jack guy... give him powers and he could rival you in pure evilness." Dipper glanced at the ridge again. "I'll go try to distract them or something."

With that, Dipper left a shocked Bill to run to the ridge and do exactly as he said he would do.

~Bill Focused~

Bill looked down at (Y/N)'s pale figure. Her eyes were still half closed, but she had a small smile on her lips. She must have heard what Dipper said.

Bill stood up, shaking at the knees, and began to walk. But not before being stopped by a familiar scream and the crunching of snow. He looked over to whatever had caused Dipper to scream and saw what looked to be the paler, more evil-looking twin of his walking toward him with death in those blue eyes. Bill's pupils narrowed into slits as he glared at the approaching figure.

"Why hello there, Cipher," Jack said with a sickly grin. His spidery legs glided through the snow like a knife through butter. "Think you could just take (Y/N) away from me after our deal?"

"There's one thing you need to know about me, I rarely keep my end of the bargain. And she wasn't yours to begin with," Bill snarled in pure hatred toward the man that had tortured his human and turned her into a sniveling mess. He wasn't about to let that son of a bitch do it again.

"Well, if we're playing that game, there's something you should know about me, buddy," Jack pulled out a shining blade. "I've studied a bit in Native American lore, and lucky me that (Y/N) seemed to forget a certain item back in the camp."

Bill glanced at the knife. Why would she have that?

Jack laughed, "Your expression is beautiful, Bill! I'm not talking about this silly thing. I'm talking about that quill she got all those sad years ago when someone dear to her decided to be a hero and got himself killed. You ever wonder what that last part of the prophecy meant? 'A great demon will destroy the circle, and seal the world's fate with a goose feather dipped in blood?' You've already destroyed the circle with those arcane runes. There's one thing left to do, dip this thing in blood."

Bill held (Y/N) closer to him, "Don't you dare think I'll let you near her to do that stupid ritual you sack of shit!"

"Psh. I'd never use her blood. That would defeat the purpose of the whole thing! The thing about the goose feather, is that if anyone's blood but hers gets on this, it breaks the seal of this mountain. The circle is gone, there's no extra protection except this quill, buddy. I could use your blood, obviously it would take a much smaller amount of blood from a 'real demon' to make this work, but then you would have control, right? So I can use mine, and control the fire demons that sprouted out of this mountain before."

With that sentence, Jack sliced his arm open just deep enough to get a heavy blood flow, letting it pour onto the quill he had pulled out of his pocket. Soon enough the circle Bill had drawn into the snow began to glow a bright red as Jack patched up his arm. The ground beneath the circle started to crack into an X formation, opening up the mountain.

It was Bill's turn to laugh. "You think they're just 'fire demons?'" he asked with a sneer. "They won't listen to you. They only listen to me, because they're not from some hellish 'fire dimension,' idiot, they're from the Nightmare Realm and they're my friends."

Jack, surprisingly, didn't seem scared at all. He actually... seemed more cocky than before.

As soon at the X had opened up the whole way, all of Bill's friends spilled out of the crack between dimensions and landed with the thundering pound of hundreds of feet. They all looked around, looking for someone.

"Has anyone seen Bill?" asked a pink demon-looking creature. Her flaming boots melted deep into the snow.

"I'm sure he's somewhere. He's the only one to know how to open that wretched mountain," replied another, twitching an ear as 8-balls rolled around in their skull.

Bill called to them from his spot, feeling small, yet trying to hold his confidence, "Hey! Over here! I'm over here!"

Instantly, every one of them snapped their heads- or their entire bodies in some cases- toward the small, shrill scream of a demon missing his echo. The voice was easy to recognize, but it was missing the familiar, timeless echo of a trillion-year-old sociopathic creature. They all narrowed their eyes, or furrowed their brows, or frowned depending on the creature. What was this... thing that sounded like Bill? Had he possessed someone? If then, why was he holding a human? And why was he not in that physical form he had bragged about a month earlier?

"Bill, if that's even you, where's that physical form of yours? Before you left you were bragging about tricking some human into making something for you," said the pink creature, looking defensive.

Bill could pretty much feel the anger coming off of (Y/N). He would have some explaining to do later. "Pyronica, this is the physical form. I just... had to change it. I'd change back but I forgot it takes forever to change back," he lied. He knew exactly what would happen.

8-Ball, the goblin thing with the rolling 8-balls in its head, stepped forward. "Then why aren't you back to normal? When the gate opens you get all of your abilities back," he wheezed. "You're still holding a human."

Bill looked down at the human he was holding, the human he had thrown everything away for. Every ambition he had was gone in the wake of this shivering human girl. Normally he would have dropped her to get to his rightful place, the place he deserved, but she was dying. He was not about to release this human to whatever afterlife may have awaited her. "This one's... different," he said simply.

"Oh please," Jack interrupted smugly. He walked in front of Bill and closer to the mass of monsters. "He's in love with her. In fact, he was about to do absolutely nothing about the mountain because of her. I'd say he betrayed the people he should not have betrayed."

Pyronica looked down at the... thing standing before her. It looked like a paler version of Bill's current state. Strangely it was acting more like Bill than Bill was. "What's your deal, human?" she asked in a mocking tone. "Think you can just waltz up and expect us to accept you like an old friend? If there's one thing about Bill that never changes, it's the fact that he doesn't change."

"Oh you'll be thinking differently in a minute. That girl there? She was about dead a few moments ago. Bill saved her. If you look at his face, you can see that he was crying. He has changed, hun, and not in the way any of you would like."

Pyronica squinted her large eye at Bill, getting a closer look at those disgusting human features. Boy were humans ugly. Then, she saw it clear as day. Frozen tears on his cheeks. The human was holding him as if he were her savior, as well. Pyronica found herself mortified.

Bill Cipher had fallen in love with a human!

What was she to do? No one had powers like Cipher. Out of all the outlaws from every dimension, he was the one who could do it all. Bend time and space to his will. But he threw it all away for some pale, sickly blue human.

"Now I know I'm not the all powerful demon you guys might want, but I can assure you you don't need him. All of you can match his powers. I'm actually pretty good at organizing things if I say so myself," the pale man said.

"Pyronica, don't you dare listen to him," Bill growled, that familiar demanding tone lacing his voice. "You better not be telling me you're going to let a human lead this!"

"Like you didn't let a human stop the plans you've had for millennia? Fat chance. We'll see how long you can keep being human once she gets killed," Pyronica growled back.

She could see the rage bubbling up inside him, turning that disgusting skin red. But he did not act on the rage. He never dropped the girl.

So he really was gone.

Well, that was it. Enough standing around. Every being from the Nightmare Realm was going to take what was rightfully theirs. And if a human had to take the throne, so be it. He would die soon anyway.

Every one of them, every single monster, stormed down the mountain as the mountain gate shined light straight up into the air like a beacon. Some monsters were large, each step sending a shiver down the entire mountain. Others were small and crafty, bending the laws of physics to their will. Ahead of them all, riding atop an odd bread-looking creature, was a human. With all intent to destroy the world.

A/N: Funny how a morally correct decision ends this way, huh? I hope you liked it! It probably got a little out of hand, but it leads into a really good sequel depending on which one people liked best .w.