wallbreakerthefourth
wallbreakerthefourth
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wallbreakerthefourth · 29 days ago
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✨🌀 NEW ADDITION TO THE FIC UNIVERSE 🌀✨
IMPORTANT:
This contains MAJOR SPOILERS if you haven’t read Chapter 20 of "Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part". So if you’re not up to date, I recommend holding off.
Hey hey! I know it’s been a while since the last chapter update (I swear I’m working on it, okay, don't look at me like that), but in the meantime—I made a little treat! 💛
This is a short, slightly interactive PDF gamebook tied to the fic Till Weirdmageddon Do Us Part [Bill Cipher x Reader]. It’s not mandatory to enjoy the main story, but it does contain deeper lore, hints, and emotional chaos for those who want to dig a little deeper.
So click around, explore, and enjoy the chaos. It’s mostly emotional damage disguised as a silly game, like all good things are!
📁 Link will take you to a Google Drive PDF. It’s better to download the file first so all the clickable links work properly. If you just view it in the browser, not every function plays nice.
Have fun, detectives. 💌
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wallbreakerthefourth · 29 days ago
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TILL WEIRDMAGEDDON DO US PART (This is not a drill. This is a triangle yelling at you through your brain-meats.)
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HEY YOU! YES YOU! Do you crave romance that tastes like someone dropped a Nicholas Sparks novel in a vat of radioactive glitter?! Do you like love stories with emotional trauma, eldritch tax evasion, grocery store explosions, and one sentient triangle who once tried to become God but now has to do laundry?!?
THEN CONGRATULATIONS, FLESHSACK! You’ve just stumbled into the most cursed rom-com that legally counts as marriage counseling in twelve dimensions. Welcome to:
“TILL WEIRDMAGEDDON DO US PART�� A fanfic where I, Bill Cipher—chaos deity, triangle fashion icon, nightmare-made-sarcasm—am FORCED into a marriage trial with YOU, some dangerously unbothered human with a sarcasm stat higher than my ego.
WHY READ THIS FANFIC? ✔️ It’s got heart! ✔️ It’s got horror! ✔️ It’s got a sentient yogurt aisle that may or may not be bleeding! ✔️ And did I mention? I’m in it.
We’re talking existential flirting, legally sanctioned domestic terrorism, bathwater that might be sentient, and one woman who said “yeah sure, I’ll marry the triangle, what’s the worst that could happen?”
THIS IS NOT A “I CAN FIX HIM” FIC. WE'RE BOTH BROKEN. WE JUST MADE IT WEIRD TOGETHER.🔥
So grab your glitter-sigil pajamas, sacrifice a toaster, and dive into the cosmic nightmare-romcom you didn’t know you needed. Side effects may include:
Third-degree sarcasm
Unholy shipping
Ford Pines having a midlife crisis in aisle 7
Weekly acts of violence (sanctioned by the Axolotl™)
Me, cackling in eldritch stereo
"It’s not a love story. It’s horror disguised as comedy." ✨Read now… or I’ll mail you cursed wedding invitations that scream when opened.✨
[AO3 LINK HERE]
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wallbreakerthefourth · 1 month ago
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THE BEST BILL CIPHER X READER FIC FRRRRR
TILL WEIRDMAGEDDON DO US PART (This is not a drill. This is a triangle yelling at you through your brain-meats.)
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HEY YOU! YES YOU! Do you crave romance that tastes like someone dropped a Nicholas Sparks novel in a vat of radioactive glitter?! Do you like love stories with emotional trauma, eldritch tax evasion, grocery store explosions, and one sentient triangle who once tried to become God but now has to do laundry?!?
THEN CONGRATULATIONS, FLESHSACK! You’ve just stumbled into the most cursed rom-com that legally counts as marriage counseling in twelve dimensions. Welcome to:
“TILL WEIRDMAGEDDON DO US PART” A fanfic where I, Bill Cipher—chaos deity, triangle fashion icon, nightmare-made-sarcasm—am FORCED into a marriage trial with YOU, some dangerously unbothered human with a sarcasm stat higher than my ego.
WHY READ THIS FANFIC? ✔️ It’s got heart! ✔️ It’s got horror! ✔️ It’s got a sentient yogurt aisle that may or may not be bleeding! ✔️ And did I mention? I’m in it.
We’re talking existential flirting, legally sanctioned domestic terrorism, bathwater that might be sentient, and one woman who said “yeah sure, I’ll marry the triangle, what’s the worst that could happen?”
THIS IS NOT A “I CAN FIX HIM” FIC. WE'RE BOTH BROKEN. WE JUST MADE IT WEIRD TOGETHER.🔥
So grab your glitter-sigil pajamas, sacrifice a toaster, and dive into the cosmic nightmare-romcom you didn’t know you needed. Side effects may include:
Third-degree sarcasm
Unholy shipping
Ford Pines having a midlife crisis in aisle 7
Weekly acts of violence (sanctioned by the Axolotl™)
Me, cackling in eldritch stereo
"It’s not a love story. It’s horror disguised as comedy." ✨Read now… or I’ll mail you cursed wedding invitations that scream when opened.✨
[AO3 LINK HERE]
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wallbreakerthefourth · 2 months ago
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So pretty!
@selfless-solipsist freaking LOVE till weirdmaggedon do us part!!!! has to be my favorite bill/reader fic
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shh ignore how i use reader as an oc insert…..
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wallbreakerthefourth · 2 months ago
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TILL WEIRDMAGEDDON DO US PART (This is not a drill. This is a triangle yelling at you through your brain-meats.)
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HEY YOU! YES YOU! Do you crave romance that tastes like someone dropped a Nicholas Sparks novel in a vat of radioactive glitter?! Do you like love stories with emotional trauma, eldritch tax evasion, grocery store explosions, and one sentient triangle who once tried to become God but now has to do laundry?!?
THEN CONGRATULATIONS, FLESHSACK! You’ve just stumbled into the most cursed rom-com that legally counts as marriage counseling in twelve dimensions. Welcome to:
“TILL WEIRDMAGEDDON DO US PART” A fanfic where I, Bill Cipher—chaos deity, triangle fashion icon, nightmare-made-sarcasm—am FORCED into a marriage trial with YOU, some dangerously unbothered human with a sarcasm stat higher than my ego.
WHY READ THIS FANFIC? ✔️ It’s got heart! ✔️ It’s got horror! ✔️ It’s got a sentient yogurt aisle that may or may not be bleeding! ✔️ And did I mention? I’m in it.
We’re talking existential flirting, legally sanctioned domestic terrorism, bathwater that might be sentient, and one woman who said “yeah sure, I’ll marry the triangle, what’s the worst that could happen?”
THIS IS NOT A “I CAN FIX HIM” FIC. WE'RE BOTH BROKEN. WE JUST MADE IT WEIRD TOGETHER.🔥
So grab your glitter-sigil pajamas, sacrifice a toaster, and dive into the cosmic nightmare-romcom you didn’t know you needed. Side effects may include:
Third-degree sarcasm
Unholy shipping
Ford Pines having a midlife crisis in aisle 7
Weekly acts of violence (sanctioned by the Axolotl™)
Me, cackling in eldritch stereo
"It’s not a love story. It’s horror disguised as comedy." ✨Read now… or I’ll mail you cursed wedding invitations that scream when opened.✨
[AO3 LINK HERE]
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wallbreakerthefourth · 3 months ago
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If you’re even thinking about reading this fic—DO IT. This is the best-written Bill Cipher you will EVER see. No cap, no lies, just pure unhinged brilliance. Every chapter somehow tops the last. It’s chaotic, hilarious, horrifying, and weirdly romantic in the “should I be concerned?” kind of way. 10/10, would sell my dreamscape to keep reading. (YES I COPIED MY BOOKMARK, BITE ME)
TILL WEIRDMAGEDDON DO US PART (This is not a drill. This is a triangle yelling at you through your brain-meats.)
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HEY YOU! YES YOU! Do you crave romance that tastes like someone dropped a Nicholas Sparks novel in a vat of radioactive glitter?! Do you like love stories with emotional trauma, eldritch tax evasion, grocery store explosions, and one sentient triangle who once tried to become God but now has to do laundry?!?
THEN CONGRATULATIONS, FLESHSACK! You’ve just stumbled into the most cursed rom-com that legally counts as marriage counseling in twelve dimensions. Welcome to:
“TILL WEIRDMAGEDDON DO US PART” A fanfic where I, Bill Cipher—chaos deity, triangle fashion icon, nightmare-made-sarcasm—am FORCED into a marriage trial with YOU, some dangerously unbothered human with a sarcasm stat higher than my ego.
WHY READ THIS FANFIC? ✔️ It’s got heart! ✔️ It’s got horror! ✔️ It’s got a sentient yogurt aisle that may or may not be bleeding! ✔️ And did I mention? I’m in it.
We’re talking existential flirting, legally sanctioned domestic terrorism, bathwater that might be sentient, and one woman who said “yeah sure, I’ll marry the triangle, what’s the worst that could happen?”
THIS IS NOT A “I CAN FIX HIM” FIC. WE'RE BOTH BROKEN. WE JUST MADE IT WEIRD TOGETHER.🔥
So grab your glitter-sigil pajamas, sacrifice a toaster, and dive into the cosmic nightmare-romcom you didn’t know you needed. Side effects may include:
Third-degree sarcasm
Unholy shipping
Ford Pines having a midlife crisis in aisle 7
Weekly acts of violence (sanctioned by the Axolotl™)
Me, cackling in eldritch stereo
"It’s not a love story. It’s horror disguised as comedy." ✨Read now… or I’ll mail you cursed wedding invitations that scream when opened.✨
[AO3 LINK HERE]
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