Not On The Wheel (Bill Cipher x Reader)

Chapter Eight: Break In The Case

When Y/n made it to the living room, she was surprised to see that the twins were already awake and starting their investigation. They were kneeling over the dead body, a suspect board of all the people at the unveiling behind them.
   
"Oh damn," Y/n mumbled. "Did I wake up late?"
   
The twins finally noticed her standing at the door. "Oh, good morning Y/n!" Mabel cheered, waving her over.
   
At least someone is feeling better from last night, Y/n thought. She couldn't help but wonder how Stan was fairing.
   
"We were going to wake you up," Dipper said, flashing a couple more pictures of the wax figure. "But we thought it would be best if we let you get some sleep. How are you feeling?"
   
"Actually, I feel pretty good," Y/n said. It was weird, despite appearing to have spent her entire night talking with Bill, she still felt rather rested. She wasn't complaining, definitely not; she was more than grateful that she appeared to have gotten a good enough sleep. It would certainly help with the investigation. "How's Stan doing?"
   
The twins grimaced. "Not good," Mabel said, awkwardly brushing her hair with her fingers.
   
"He's locked himself in his room. Soos is trying to cheer him up by sliding snacks under the door, but it isn't really working. We heard him mumbling about planning a memorial service." Dipper said.
   
"A service? Really?"
   
"Yeah," Mabel nodded. "He really loved this guy," she said, pointing to the figure.
   
Y/n let out a sigh. This was definitely not healthy, but if Stan wanted to plan a funeral for an inanimate figure he knew for less than half a day, then there wasn't much she could do. Maybe it would help him put... whatever this was to rest and provide him some closure.
   
"Well, that just gives us more reason to crack the case, fast. What do you two have so far?"

"Well," Dipper said, handing Mabel the camera and leading Y/n to the suspect board. "There were a lot of unhappy customers at the unveiling. The murderer could have been anyone."

Y/n couldn't help but tilt her head at Dipper's rather bold claim. She still felt as if the murderer was closer than one of the townspeople.

"In this town, anything is possible," Dipper continued, taking out his journal. "Ghosts, zombies— it could be months before we find a first clue."

Y/n paused a moment, her gaze lingering on Dipper and Mabel. Looks like Bill's right once again; the twins have no problem in believing that the supernatural could have had a play in this. Maybe... maybe there is a chance that—

"Hey, look! A clue!" Mabel said loudly, drawing Y/n's attention.

The young girl pointed to the floor, where the small imprints of shoes were embedded into the yellow shag carpet.

"Oh wow," Y/n said, dropping down to look at them. "It's amazing we didn't mess them up walking around here. Pass me that camera, yeah?"

Mabel passed her the camera and Y/n snapped a couple pictures. "This is pretty good evidence. From this we can get shoe size and then just compare it to the shoes of the suspects."

"That's weird," the young girl mumbled, squinting her eyes and stooping down to inspect the prints. "There's holes in them."

"And they're leading to..." Dipper and Mabel gasped loudly.

Y/n looked up. "What happen— oh my God."

Behind Stan's chair, barely visible from the angle Y/n was kneeled over at, an axe laid in the carpet, its steel finish glossy in the morning sunlight.

"Wait, this is perfect! We have the murder weapon. We can check for fingerprints and—"

Mabel picked up the axe, swinging it slightly and making high pitched squeals, resembling a horror movie.