Not On The Wheel (Bill Cipher x Reader)

Chapter Seventeen: Null and Void

The break up went well.

Like... shockingly well.

Dipper went right into the Club's Restaurant and promptly came right out. It only took him— tops— five minutes. And unless he got nervous and went off the general outline they had been practicing, the break up was short and sweet and right to the point.

The Shack had been a lot brighter now that Mabel wasn't panicking about trying to keep Gideon happy. She was back to her bubbly self, which meant she was as loud as ever and as chaotic as ever.

Dipper took it as a great victory: now that Mabel knew what it was like to have a boy pining after her so adamantly, she was in no rush to try to find another boy to woo over. She was— at least, for the time being— back to the old Mabel. The one that wasn't so boy crazy.

The three of them had made a point to not tell Stan that the two had officially "broke up;" Y/n knew him well enough to tell that he would march her right back down to the Gleeful's and have her stay until Gideon and her made up and started dating again.

Unfortunately for Y/n, that meant that Stan was still dragging her to Bud's regularly so the two men could bathe in the presumed success of their business agreement. It was weird, she had thought Gideon would have at least told his dad about how their relationship ended.

Either way, Y/n was still giving Stan the silent treatment. She might have been tired, tripping over her feet, and occasionally dressing backwards or inside out, but she still made sure to keep quiet. The worst part? Stan didn't want to admit that what he signed his great niece up for— without her knowledge, on top of it— was wrong.

"It's for the business," he would say, whenever she would trudged into the car without so much as looking at him. "You wouldn't understand; it's adult stuff."

And when that didn't even garner a sarcastic "But I am an adult, legally," from the girl, he would go off into a rambling mess about how everything would work out in the end and how they would come out rich from it.

She still wouldn't answer.

Currently, the twins, Soos, Wendy, and Y/n were outside, hanging out and having fun. The day was extremely slow, so instead of just lazing around the gift shop, the group had moved to the parking lot. Dressed in her Mr. Mystery outfit, Y/n sat on the porch, gingerly nursing a Pitt Cola and watching as the twins continued to throw themselves at Soos to see if they could single-handedly push him over. Wendy was beside her, filming the entire thing.

"You think you could knock him down?" She asked, nudging her slightly.

"Maybe," Y/n mused, swirling her drink around. "Watch me end up breaking my other arm, though," she laughed slightly.

"Then you'd look totally badass," the redhead said.

"I'd also have an excuse to take off from working tours," Y/n responded with a mischievous smirk.

Mabel and Dipper fell back to the ground, after yet another running attempt to knock Soos over.

"Dangit Soos," Mabel laughed. "That pillow keeps bouncing us away!"

Soos chuckled, taking it out from under his shirt and fluffing it up once again. "I am an impenetrable wall!"

The five laughed, until the shrill cry of the telephone cut them off suddenly.

Y/n groaned, looking back into the gift shop. She was technically closest to the phone, but she was not looking to get up and get it. "Not it," she answered simply.

Mabel caught on before Dipper ever had the chance; "Not it!"

"No— dangit," Dipper muttered. He hopped off the ground, dusting himself off and running back inside. A moment later, the phone stopped ringing.