Not On The Wheel (Bill Cipher x Reader)

Chapter Fifteen: A Flame in the Forest

When Y/n woke up, she spent an extra hour or so just laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling and lost in thoughts.

It wasn't long after she found the password that her subconscious started fading. She barely had time to say bye to Bill before her eyes fluttered open slowly, catching onto the sunlight pooling into the room from the open window. The warmth was a gentle nudge awake, but it felt anything but welcomed.

The warm light caught onto the edge of her dresser, shining into her eyes. But even then, she didn't bother to move. Her body felt like lead, and a dull pain made her head throb and eyes hurt. For the first couple of seconds, she genuinely couldn't tell if she was dreaming or not— the fog that clouded her head was thick and made it too difficult to think about anything. But it cleared out enough eventually in order for Y/n to start thinking about the last few moments in her mind.

Bill had brought up a good point: how was she supposed to get to the vending machine without Stan stopping her? And even if there was an open window, what if the twins— or even Soos— found her? How would she go about explaining? She didn't even know what was down there.

She let her thoughts float about her mind for a while until she heard a knock from the door of the Shack. Y/n was going to ignore it, but the person knocked a second time, almost banging on the door.

"Someone get the door!" Stan yelled from somewhere in the shack.

"Who is hell is that?" The girl grumbled, stumbling out of bed. She matted her bed head down, adjusting her hoodie before heading out the door and down the hallway.

Y/n swung the door open, letting out a yawn. "Sorry," she started, rubbing her eyes. "The Mystery Shack isn't open right no—"

She stopped suddenly when her immediate view was obstructed by... by white hair...?

"Down here, Miss!"

"Oh."

Standing up to her waist— boosted only by his hair— was none other than the psychic himself: Lil' Gideon.

"Good mornin', Miss," he greeted cheerfully. He was dressed in his little suit, and the amulet around his chubby neck caught the bright glow of the morning light.

"Uh... good morning...? Why are you here, exactly?" Y/n asked, trying to get right to the point. The sooner she could get this unwanted conversation with, the sooner she could crash onto the couch. Or perhaps convince Mabel to make her that energy drink again. As much as she wanted to deny it, that muddy concoction really got her through the day.

"Oh, where are my manners?" Gideon said loudly, snorting slightly. "If it ain't too much trouble, I wanted to see if Mabel was available?"

Y/n's brow rose. "Uh, yeah, sure. Let me just go ge—"

"I HAVE HEARD MY NAME. WHO SUMMONS ME?"

"Jesus Christ!" Y/n jumped, as Mabel appeared in the doorway. Dressed in her llama-hair sweater, she had her entire face covered in her little stick-on gems.

"Did... did you shoot yourself to get those on?" Y/n asked, moving out of the way as Mabel squeezed through the door.

She was left ignored as Mabel quickly brushed them off her face, some of them falling through the porch and others landing on Gideon's suit. "Don't worry about that," Mabel said finally. She started pushing her sister back into the house. "I'm taking over this conversation! Go with Dipper and do some nerd-thing."

"I, uh— okay then...?"

Leaving Mabel at the door to talk to Gideon about... whatever it is they were talking about, Y/n continued to the living room, landing herself onto the couch. Dipper, who was sitting in by the table in the corner of the room, looked up from his journal momentarily.