Not On The Wheel (Bill Cipher x Reader)

Chapter Six: Waxy New Attraction

When Y/n woke up, she felt like she had been hit by a bus.

She was just as tired as when she went to bed the night prior, and it didn't help that her entire body was aching from the events on the lake. Y/n didn't understand why, either. It wasn't as if she was battling bouts of insomnia; it was quite the opposite actually. As soon as she had hit the bed last night she was out like a light, with no weird dreams to speak of.

But as she struggled to keep her eyes open while she battled with her bed head, she almost wished she had another out-of-body-experience. Hell, she would have even taken another meeting with Bill. At least after dreams like that she felt rested.

Y/n finally tamed the mess of curls on her head and opened the medicine cabinet, fishing for her toothbrush and toothpaste. She found her toothbrush with ease, but became annoyed when the toothpaste tube was completely empty.

"Mabel!" Y/n yelled, stepping out of the bathroom to yell down the stairs. The twins had actually woken her up. They wanted to watch this show called "Ducktective" or something with her. She wasn't exactly sure of the title; she had been too focused on not killing herself whilst getting out of bed when they told her.

"Did you eat all the toothpaste? Again?!"

"It was so sparkly!" Mabel whined back. "I couldn't resist! I was weak!"

Y/n rolled her eyes, letting out an infuriated sigh; she was especially cranky this morning. She searched through the cabinet for a spare tube as tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. When she finished brushing, she thoroughly doused her face in cold water, trying to wake herself up. She dabbed the excess from her face, careful not the mess up the bandaid across her cheek covering the cut she acquired the day before.

Before she left the bathroom, she took a look at herself in the mirror. The bags under her eyes were getting worse by the minute; it almost looked like she was putting eyeliner and eyeshadow under them.

"Just get through the day. Maybe try going to bed earlier... or something," she muttered, knowing very well that that wasn't going to happen.

Y/n thumped down the stairs, nearly falling down them twice. The twins were sitting in the living room, happily munching away on popcorn as Ducktective went to commercial.

The twins had been up for a couple hours; how they managed to wake up early after the ordeal from yesterday was an even bigger mystery than the vending machine. Thankfully, they had convinced Stan to let Y/n have a few more hours of much needed sleep. Until, of course, the twins thought Ducktective was a much more important matter.

Maybe it was; Y/n wasn't sure. It did have a duck after all.

"Feeling any better, Y/n?" Mabel asked, as Y/n slumped into the living room.

"I feel like the stolen souls of the innocent," she answered, face planting into the sofa behind them.

"You want me to make you Mabel Juice?"

Y/n may have been tired, but she wasn't going to risk that sparkly concoction. "I'll survive...  unfortunately," came her muffled reply.

"You want some popcorn?" Dipper asked, holding a handful up to her.

The older girl turned her head, opening her mouth. Dipper started tossing kernels.

"Thanks," the girl munched.

"Hey dudes!"

The three turned to the hallway, where Soos slid into view. In his hand was a broom and he was covered in dust. "You'll never guess what I just found!"